53. Aiglepolis

"I'm just kidding. How could I possibly treat my boss to kimchi? I found a rather nice place these past couple of days; how about I take you there tonight? Their barbecued meat is quite famous. By the way, you don't have any plans for tonight, do you?" Wu Dani asked with a smile.

Su Qi's author account on Qidian had also gained millions of followers, even surpassing the size of his main account on Weibo.

After all, for beings of their level, ordinary numerical advantages meant very little. Once individual strength fell behind, one would find oneself completely at a disadvantage.

The Demon Empress of Xigong ignored him and walked straight ahead. Wang Cheng sneered; this was nothing more than psychological warfare. Very well, let the games continue to see who would have the last laugh.

Fan Bingbing harbored many unspoken words deep in her heart. Jiang Hai could tell that she was different from Zhang Yawei; she was not joking. Perhaps she truly did not want that ten percent share of the equity.

"I noticed, Tae-hee, that you seemed to have been holding your phone and taking notes the entire time. Are you planning to practice by yourself after we go back?" Jung Hyung-don asked, glancing at the phone in Kim Tae-hee's hand.

If it weren't for Gu Xi on one side and Ye Di on the other, my good lord, I really, *damn it*, would have wanted to force myself upon him.

As an anchor, he ought to have remained calm and steady, but at this moment, Ding Ning's achievement entirely justified a triumphant roar.

They would look with hostility or contempt upon anyone who did not worship the gods with the same fervent passion as they did, even if those people were fellow believers.

"Such a thing actually happened." A cold flash crossed Liu Yuanxiao's eyes. Anyone daring to snatch items belonging to his Gleaming Light Sect deserved to die. If he could capture this Earth Fairy Spirit, his sect would gain a new powerhouse in the Human Immortal realm. With the fairy spirit laying the foundation, breaking through to the Earth Fairy realm was not entirely out of the question.

"You've been waiting for me for a long time. What on earth are you supposed to be? Get out here right away and stop playing god in front of me," Wu Yang said with a look of utter disdain.

Long Bating harbored a completely different thought. Were they only dividing the chests? That seemed acceptable. What he valued most was the Seven-Colored Sarira, a rare and exquisite treasure indeed.

As soon as these words left her mouth, Lu Heng at the doorway looked over, watching Chunxin vigilantly to ensure Xu Zuoyan's safety.

Upon reading this letter, Dai Hao could not help but cast his gaze toward Huo Yuhao. Judging from the contents, Elder Xuan's high regard for Huo Yuhao forced the Duke of White Tiger to take him seriously.

"Go on. In your current state, if you keep acting so recklessly, you'll sooner or later court your own death." Li Dao's words implied that Dai Haodong no longer possessed any capability.

Wei Zhennan suddenly gave up his offensive and bolted toward Donglin City. Back in the capital, his subconscious reaction was to flee toward Wu Si to meet and discuss countermeasures.

Upon hearing about the current situation in the pugilistic world, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun instantly furrowed their brows, at a loss for what to do.

"Xu Guang wanted to say something more, but Mo Mo stopped him." You say I'm not qualified to enter that so-called Team 3?

Feeling the surrounding energy of slaughter surging through the world, Meng Batian's brows locked tightly together. He could sense the immense pressure; merely the prototype of that grand array was already generating overwhelming force. If the array were allowed to fully condense, he feared being pulverized into dust in a mere fraction of a second.

Or perhaps, in the eyes of true experts, anything beneath the Exterior realm was unworthy of attention and looked more or less the same.

Based on this alone, it was evident that they cared deeply about Jin He. Regardless of the reason, as long as they cared, that was all that mattered.

What deep scheming! Regent Yang was planning for the future. As for worldly affairs, so be it; he simply did not care.

The next day, when she had finished packing and was ready to head out, she unsurprisingly ran into Jiang Ziyuan right at the front gate.

"Wangshu, they seem to be talking about you; they're all looking over here..." Jiang Yuxuan had clearly noticed Lin Jingyu and the others turning back to look, prompting her to speak to Ning Wangshu beside her.

During this period, although they had not met, everyone in the town knew of General Jin Qiquan.

Countless elderly *juren* and *jinshi* scholars were still languishing in the capital, waiting in long queues for official posts. Many waited for over a dozen years until their hair turned white.

An ant like Fang Kun was strong enough to crush a divine elephant to death; it was simply that others refused to believe it.

These carrot seedlings were fast-growing vegetables with a short growth cycle, making them perfect for verifying the experimental results.

Inside the Monarch's Chosen Camp, Lin Ziyou advanced at a rate of one star every ten days. Before he knew it, two months had passed, and he had already become a six-star martial artist in the Longevity realm.

After two years of living in constant fear—caused by Wang Qing's rebellion in the west, which had sent prices skyrocketing in Ruifen Town, especially grain, which had risen absurdly high, coupled with constant rumors of Wang Qing's impending attack—at this very moment, his heart finally felt at ease.

Fahashang Cang Jie had always resented his senior brother for overshadowing him, confident that his magical powers and cultivation were no inferior, believing that seniority alone was the only reason his senior brother had inherited the orthodox lineage.

Qin Feng walked like a supreme Bodhisattva or supreme Emperor roaming the mortal world. With every step he took, a dragon-shaped pillar of vital energy soared from the crown of his head straight into a different dimension.

Sun Peng took flight, his speed truly resembling that of a roc, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived right in front of Yang Can.

Bai Xiaosheng was the third person to be interviewed—not the first, but certainly not the last, occupying an awkward middle ground.

"Open fire, all guns blazing, destroy it!" Striking true on his first hit, Zhang Xi shouted to Ding Hao, who was operating the automatic grenade launcher.

First a Grand Academician, then the Heavenly Official of the Ministry of Personnel—pie after pie kept falling from the sky, almost knocking people unconscious with dizziness.

A force numbering in the tens of thousands was not a sight one could witness anytime soon. The elves marched four abreast, the entire procession stretching three or four miles long. The dust kicked up along the way billowed hundreds of feet into the air like a massive yellow dragon, its momentum overwhelmingly majestic.

Emerging from the Yuxi Palace, Tang Shen and his son first arrived at Xu Jie's official office, where Yang Jisheng had already been brought. Imprisoned in the imperial prison since the first lunar month, Yang Jisheng had been locked away for over four months—more than a hundred days.

"There are some things the two seniors can easily deduce upon a guess. In short, it is true that Xu Xuan failed her!" Jin Yichan said with a bitter smile.

Hearing this, I was both furious and anxious. This fellow didn't even have the decency to finish everything in one breath, but I didn't dare to blame him. I quickly lit another stick of incense, inserted it into the burner, and told Wang Ning and the others not to disturb me, warning them that if I failed to wake within the time it took for a single stick of incense to burn, I would never return.

The moment the thoroughly dead enemy fell backward, Sanjin's hands struck in rapid succession. Before the enemies could react to the ambush, a flurry of flying blades carried a fierce, lightning-fast momentum straight toward specific vital points on their opponents' bodies.