45. Undress and Sit on My Lap

Literally speaking, presenting the victory meant that meritorious soldiers escorted the spoils of war—such as captured goods, enemy heads, and prisoners—back to the capital to be handed over to the court. This was an incomparable honor, and only those who had made great contributions to the imperial court were granted the privilege of entering the capital to present the fruits of victory.

Chu Qiao hung up the phone without saying much, and Qi Hao did not give it a second thought, unaware that the Chu Qiao at that moment was actually Chu Hong, who had gone to investigate the entire background and identity of the real Chu Qiao.

As for the other Soul Vessel distributors, lacking capital support and independent of the two competing factions, they could only watch helplessly as their customers drifted away, with no alternative whatsoever.

However, the scene suddenly shifted. The curled-up body of the giant bell reappeared right there. Yao stood frozen in utter confusion, while Bing Tianying wore a cold, sinister smile.

Not only he, but everyone else around also froze. Subconsciously, everyone shrank back by half a step, as if that slap had landed across their own faces. The look in their eyes toward Lu Zheng instantly changed.

"You're courting death!" Furious at these words, Yuan Guang gathered his vital energy into a fierce punch and struck straight at the man. Taken aback, the man was instantly sent flying backward by the force of the blow.

With his sister's introduction, Zhou Wutian gained a general understanding. Of the two siblings, the elder sister was named Luo Hui, and the younger brother was named Luo Ming, hailing from the Luo family, one of the three major families in Mountain City.

"What's happening that has you in such high spirits?" Qin Ming asked, looking at the corners of Yiyi's mouth, which were curling upward uncontrollably.

"My parents are unable to provide me with any support, and my educational background is not high. I am merely a solitary soul wandering through the city in search of a future."

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them and Yi Fenglin. At that moment, Yi Fenglin had also relaxed. Walking toward them, he said, "You're here!" Yi Fenglin was usually a man of few words, but the bright gleam in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

After flying for five or six days, they were gradually drawing closer to the mountain range where the Immortal-Dicing Valley was located. After traveling for a little longer, they would likely be able to find the sect's grand gates.

Today, due to the requirements of recording the show and the time constraints of the live broadcast, no one dared to drag things out for too long. Even so, the meal lasted for over an hour, wrapping up just a little past eight o'clock.

This covert battle could no longer be allowed to continue; otherwise, if a real war broke out, it would become truly troublesome.

Therefore, she failed to notice that deep within the pitch-black cavern, two balls of yellow light had once again lit up at Zhang Lie's location.

Even if used, only an extremely minuscule amount could be utilized—so little that it was virtually a drop in the ocean. The primary use for the remaining vast piles of currency would simply be stacking them up at home to play with oneself.

The righteous cultivators suspended in mid-air were left staring in utter astonishment. This whole event had transpired in the span of a single breath; before they could even react, Lu Xueqi had already joined forces with Gui Li to block the path of the Black Water Mysterious Serpent, only for both of them to be simultaneously sent flying by the creature's impact a moment later. Judging by their postures, it was feared they had both suffered severe injuries.

However, owing to Zhang Chen's meteoric rise in recent years, Tang Yun had quietly evolved into the world's premier museum. How could such a grand occasion possibly lack Tang Yun's participation? Without it, the event would be utterly imperfect, nor could it truly be considered a successful top-tier art auction.

He seemed to feel as though he had seen that golden cloud ladder somewhere before—a distinct sense of deja vu, yet when he tried to recall the specifics, his mind drew a complete blank.

At that very moment, the light condensed from soul wavelengths erupted violently, surging forth in full force to charge against the dragon fire of the curse.

When the white-haired old crone had first appeared, she unleashed a melody of sonic assassination, yet for some unknown reason, she had suddenly shifted it into a tune of illusions.

With time pressing and no other options left, he had no choice but to seek out Wei Yunian, who hadn't signed up for a single event.

Immediately, quite a few researchers on the scene instinctively wore tangled, conflicted expressions, weighing the pros and cons in their minds.

It was fortunate that he had no other medicinal herbs on hand; otherwise, he could have prepared a restorative medicinal diet for Song Jianchu to nourish her body.

Over on this side, Bai Ziling continued with her work. At noon, the elderly grandfather, under the pretext of delivering lunch, came over accompanied by Uncle Li, and the two sat in the shop the entire afternoon. When Bai Ziling finished her shift, the three of them walked home together.

At the summit of the mountain stood a boulder. A fissure split the rock, and water flowed downward, converging halfway up the mountain into a lake.

My hair was dry and withered, my complexion pale, my eyes unfocused, and my skin sagging loosely. In just a few short months, I had actually transformed into this wretched state.

From the gloomy, overcast sky, a massive hand suddenly materialized, crashing down to snatch Jiang Xinling away in an instant.

What saddened Wei Yunian even more than this incident was Shang Wanzhou's attitude. Could it be that even he did not believe her?

Yet, his exceptionally sharp dynamic vision and his ability to see through an opponent's chakra flow still provided Kakashi with a significant boost.

Passing by Class 2 of Senior Three, Gao Xinyuan suddenly remembered something and cast his gaze toward Lin Zhou.

A short while later, Uncle Ren and two naval sailors brought in a foreigner with curly brownish-brown hair, a high nose bridge, deep-set eye sockets, and brown eyes to Lixin's room.

Then, the ringtone playing the user ID "Abalone" stopped, and a man's roar blasted from the speaker: "Hey, Abalone, you'd better give me an explanation that cools my anger, or else when I see you, I'll stir-fry you up and feed you to the dogs! Damn it, you scared the daylights out of me!"

Upon hearing Kublai's words, Phagpa immediately panicked and intervened, "No, absolutely not! If we do that, wouldn't we ruin Mongke Khan's strategy to encircle Sichuan and Shaanxi? If important matters are delayed because of this, even as his younger brother, you might—" At this point, Phagpa stopped speaking, casting a look of pity at Kublai instead.

"Father, there are two soldiers at the entrance of the village handling this year's military recruitment!" Wang Feng said, panting heavily. The old man rolling a cigarette in the courtyard was Wang Feng's father.

Wang Feng appeared exceptionally calm, saying to Meng Fei, "It's fine. She has nothing to do with me anymore. We'll handle this strictly by the book, and you don't need to dwell on it." With that, he turned and got into the police car.

"Haha! I am Su Rige, the Thousand-户 of Dengzhou. May I ask your name, sir?" Su Rige held deep admiration for this man in his heart, and his choice of words was full of respect.

It was just that Cao Zhi himself simply did not possess that kind of resources. Desiring to redeem Cao Pei, how could he possibly have the strength to pull it off? Yet if he refused to redeem him, Hou Tianhen would undoubtedly follow through on his threats.

Outside Lanyu City, inside a tent, a white-haired old man stood before a light screen that displayed a vast expanse of plain. In the dark of night, four shadowy figures were slowly making their way across the grassland.

From their perspective, the person in the hall was merely a Golden Core cultivator. Even with a Nascent Soul expert backing him, it was unwise to offend a Nascent Soul grandmaster of a powerful clan.

"Xiaotian." Aoxiao silently muttered the name, a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, while a wicked smile very similar to Le Huan's appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ten minutes later, 'Fei Yidao' and 'Jiu Xiaozi' arrived at the door of Aoxiao's bedroom.