Chapter 78: A Shame Not to Be Emperor

Ye Cheng pushed open the door, and brilliant sunlight streamed inside.

There, Ling Xiaoyue was curled up on the ground, a trace of pain flickering across her exquisitely fair face.

She was not dressed in the imperial dragon robe, but in a yellow undergarment, her curvaceous figure faintly visible beneath the thin fabric.

Her skin, tender as creamy jade, her breathtaking beauty, and her cold, noble air made it impossible for anyone to look away.

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Dao Zhi sighed helplessly. “Alright! To be honest, the Mohist school once had a contact who was actually the madam of a brothel! I’ve gone to brothels about as many times as I’ve returned to the Mohist Mechanism City!” For Dao Zhi, the Mechanism City was home! To visit a brothel as many times as one returns home—what did that say about him?

In the old Xiao family house, Zhu Yingying had a sound sleep and woke refreshed. The moment she opened her eyes, she was startled to find herself face to face with the legendary, gentle-as-the-wind Xie Liuyun.

Luo Xuan, puzzled, reached again for Zimei’s arm. Under the delicate, smooth skin, he felt a surging energy, burning hot to the touch, like live coals. The powerful force rushed wildly in all directions, clearly beyond control.

“I meant I’m going to finish her off, you idiot!” Li Jinghua snapped, waving her folding fan as she strode toward Xue Manzhu.

A trace of regret pricked at Lu Zhenyuan’s heart, for he was human, and he felt emotion. Yet he would never tell anyone about this sliver of remorse, for besides being a man, he was also famed in the martial world as a true, iron-willed hero!

Three days later, hair in wild disarray, clothes caked in mud, a dazed Cao Mengde finally staggered back alive to Chenliu. His father stared at him for a long while before recognizing his precious son, utterly astonished.

The Ghost Valley Sect’s leaders had always taken only two disciples in their lives—one for vertical strategy, one for lateral. The current successor, Wei Zhuang, once a noble of Han, had been defeated by his senior brother Gai Nie twenty years earlier. His greatest wish was to surpass his brother and claim the title of the world’s greatest swordsman.

Nearby, Guan Yu listened to this story with a furrowed brow, while only Cao Cao sat quietly sipping his tea, his face a mask of calm.

Feng Qinya’s beautiful face now seemed almost hateful; Jiang Ming had never before regretted so much, seeing that enchanting visage.

The last one made Wang Yan, who was drinking tea, spit it out in shock. The woman wore a bright red cheongsam, her long, shapely legs half-revealed, her chest so full it looked like a pair of spheres, her figure still proud and her hips as pert as ever.

He was the first enforcer sent out by the Temple of the Sun, tasked with searching for the whereabouts of the World Seed.

“Damn it!” He Fei roared in fury. His gaze fixed on the fortress, where a dragon-slaying spear waited for someone to set it in motion.

At these words, Wang Fan’s body froze, a murderous aura radiating from him, though he kept it tightly confined around the two of them.

“Damn you, you’d already noticed me just now?” Huang Sanlang’s expression changed drastically. From Jiang Yuxuan’s words, it was clear he’d been caught in his opponent’s calculations all along.

In truth, his feelings toward the two were extremely complicated—especially Ah Jiu. Whenever Fang Yi saw him, he couldn’t help but recall Ji Wuxian and Ji Wumeng.

Stranger still, it was said that any martial artist who entered that place would emerge with no memory whatsoever of what had transpired inside.

Jia Qing merely nodded before entering the room, only to see a lovely figure standing awkwardly by the bed, head slightly bowed, hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

And so, Ma Zhe and Xie Tingfeng, both elite officers from the police academy, relied on their years of teamwork—one moving from above, the other from below—advancing toward the stronghold of the foreign criminals. Not only did they eliminate the entire group, but they also rescued the people on board.

It was rush hour; the streets were packed with people, most of them employees of Tianze Entertainment.

Pangu’s mastery of the Dao was simply too powerful. The golden rope binding Tang Ming could not be broken, no matter how desperately he struggled.