Chapter 69

Gu Yao gave a crisp flick of her hand, and the folded paper fan in her grip smacked right against her face to help snap herself awake.

"I am somewhat perplexed, but the moment I see you, I almost feel like I understand you. I just cannot ask whether you left it unsaid—" "There is no need to ask. It is only natural for a master to rescue a disciple; speaking of it this way is utterly meaningless."

The subordinate offices were established as follows: The Office of the Crossbow Workshop, with one prefect holding the lower eighth official rank, and one assistant holding the lower ninth official rank. They were in charge of the issuance and storage of spears, pikes, bows and arrows, repeating crossbows, arrowheads, miscellaneous craftsmanship, and artisans. There were two supervisory makers, two administrative officials, five scribes, and two proctors. In the sixth year of the Zhenguan era, the Office of Bows and Crossbows was renamed the Office of the Crossbow Workshop, and the Office of Armor was renamed the Office of the Armor Workshop.

This was the first time she had seen Qian Cheng looking so adorable. Although he could be rather annoying at ordinary times, she had to admit that she liked the current Qian Cheng—she liked him very much, indeed very much.

"Aren't we going home?" The weather was so hot that Bai Hui feared Zheng Bainai might suffer from heatstroke, but seeing her in such high spirits, he could not bear to dampen her enthusiasm.

His face was gaunt, tallow-yellow, and covered in layers of grime, making it nearly impossible to discern his true features.

"Weren't you thinking about going out for walks every single day? Today you haven't even mentioned it once, and you're being especially clingy!" Zheng Bainai began tackling her tasks for the day. Seeing that Bai Shu was currently pestering Xu Ling, she seized the opportunity to catch her breath.

"No, let me remind you, you are only forty years old. Are you really that anxious about having a grandson?" Lü Xuan said helplessly, feeling a bit depressed.

Hearing someone enter the room, Yingying, who had her eyes closed and was huddled tightly against the corner of the wall, hurriedly turned her head. A pair of beautiful, large eyes were filled with terror and helplessness.

At this moment, the Life-and-Death Arena became a realm completely isolated from the outside world. What thrilling and heart-stopping contests were unfolding upon the stage remained entirely hidden and impenetrable to onlookers outside.

When he arrived at the company, he walked with an air of arrogant superiority. Everyone was already aware that Ruan Changluo had successfully acquired a prime plot of land, and flattery and praise greeted him all along the way.

Since these were the two primary medicinal ingredients required for refining the Creation Pill, while other auxiliary ingredients could be readily purchased on the market, he had also cultivated vast patches of them in the spirit farmland within his ring.

"If you've finished your performance, you may leave now." Lin Nan waved his hand indifferently, as if shooing away a fly.

"Of course I can, but you must use your umbrella to shield me and block out the void's will. Besides, Old Treehead must lend me a helping hand as well," the Space-Time Shrine Spirit said with a haughty air.

In 1948, supported by the Nationalist military, the Loyalty Society rapidly expanded over the course of a few short years as down-and-out Nationalist soldiers, ruffians, scoundrels, and even bandits flocked to join the organization.

Cold fingers crept forward inch by inch, brushing against Ji Linmo's burning skin and causing the man to knit his brow in annoyance.

He lay there quietly, as though he had been waiting for a very long time. Chu Ling looked at him, a flicker of joy and confusion flashing through her eyes.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind swept across the area. Everyone looked up and saw a silver-white aircraft hovering directly above their heads.

He desperately wanted to plant a few more seeds in the Immortal Medicine Garden, but the Dao Scripture immediately stopped him, warning him that if he were to plant these mortal seeds and saplings into the Immortal Medicine Garden, they would instantly burst apart.

This primordial breath was pure and flawless, offering immense benefits to a martial artist's cultivation by purifying the body and refining true qi.

Jiang Xueling executed the Eight Methods of the Spiritual Turtle, sending silver needles flying from his hands like a spirit snake darting its tongue or a divine turtle moving cautiously—agile, ethereal, and vanishing in a flash.

Lin Ruofeng was somewhat startled. Up until now, he only knew of the Eastern Alliance, the Western Alliance, and the Northern Alliance; of this so-called Ancient Alliance, he knew absolutely nothing.

Chu Yu could not help but shake her head inwardly. This man treated her like a porcelain doll; how could a gentle embrace like this possibly hurt her?

After all, taking risks to search for soul crystals that might not even exist was still a considerable gamble.

Han Donglai had intended to give him money. He did not have much left, but he still had a few hundred thousand. However, upon hearing him say that, he dismissed the idea of giving him money, unwilling to use cash to break down the last bit of remaining strength in this man who stood over six feet tall.

Hearing this, Nan Xiayue felt it made a certain amount of sense. After turning it over in her mind, she finally took the initiative to wrap her arms around Quan Yichen's waist.

At his peak, he could use his divine sense to control nine long swords and execute the Sword-Control Technique, multiplying the power eighty-one times compared to a standard sword strike.

Just after Imperial Concubine Xue cried out that single word—"Chen'er"—Yun Qing had stepped outside to leave the space to the mother and son. She had only just returned inside at that moment, and upon hearing Imperial Concubine Xue's refusal, she could not help but look somewhat surprised.

"So it turns out I'm just excess baggage, and the two of you don't care about me at all," Xiao Ziping said.

Just as Nangong Wanru was about to speak, an angry snort came from behind them. Turning around, everyone saw that Second Elder Chu Li had mysteriously and silently appeared behind them out of nowhere.

"Gouzi, what on earth are you staring at that broken tripod for, tinkering blindly? Our top priority right now is to find the main burial chamber!" Fat San hurried over and reminded me with a deadpan expression.

I could tell from Fat San's words that he seemed to have gained a completely new understanding of Bai Ling and the American Hive Corporation behind her, and even seemed to harbor a bit of goodwill toward them.

The brothels remained brothels, and the roasted chicken vendors remained roasted chicken vendors, as if the heart-stopping events of the past few days had never occurred at all.

The Hippo King also turned to look at Shinji. Yet, gazing into Shinji's confident and resolute eyes, the Hippo King knew that this battle could no longer be avoided.

"You mean to tell me that the one who just took the crystal was the Nine-Heavens Mysterious Yellow Beast sealed inside my body!" Zhou Tian said in astonishment. He had felt nothing special moments earlier, having merely witnessed a flash of a scarlet claw visually.

The notice board in the imperial city was already surrounded by throngs of people. Leaning against Qingtianzhu's massive frame, the few of us managed to squeeze our way to the front and finally catch a glimpse of the introduction to the ultimate quest.

Gradually, the sky began to brighten. A nine-headed fire phoenix lunged out from the surface of the water, its two golden, razor-sharp talons locking onto the two people locked in mortal combat. Grasping them both, the nine-headed fire phoenix soared toward the shore.