Chapter 65

Wanyan Lie frowned and said, "I was the one who strongly recommended you when you topped the imperial examinations and entered the court as an official. I can be considered your mentor, and since I am your mentor, I should grant any request. Whatever difficult problem you face, I am willing to lend a humble hand!" He then assumed an expression of absolute sincerity.

In today's battle, Jiusi possessed every advantage of time, place, and people. The primary reason was that Grand Tutor Wen lacked a sufficient understanding of Jiusi's strength; the psychological warfare struck right at the softest parts of the Shang army's hearts. Grand Tutor Wen was the soul of the Shang military. Once Grand Tutor Wen fell, the soldiers and generals under his command fell with him.

If they succeeded, would they create another parallel universe? If so, wouldn't all the efforts and sacrifices in the original reality have been in vain?

These high-level cultivators did not all arrive alone or in the company of friends; many brought their close disciples along to broaden their horizons. Most of these disciples were at the Golden Core stage, with only a tiny handful being Foundation Establishment cultivators, and almost all of them were exceptionally talented figures within their respective realms.

Sitting inside the departing car, Tang Bingyu and Zhou Zeyuan held hands. Zhou Zeyuan leaned back wearily, closing his eyes to rest, while Tang Bingyu stole a glance at him, then looked down at their joined hands, suddenly feeling somewhat at a loss.

Having spent too long lying in bed, he inevitably felt weak and short of breath. The elderly emperor laughed and laughed until he felt a constriction in his chest, coughing and wheezing with difficulty for a few moments before calming down, his previously slightly rosy complexion turning pale and ashen once more.

"Over the past few years, the Ministry of Punishments may seem as airtight as a copper wall constructed by Zheng Yunlin, but that does not mean it is truly without a single flaw. In this day and age, loyal and righteous men are hard to find, but opportunists driven solely by profit are a dime a dozen. Why don't we give them a chance?" As he spoke, he reached out, dipped his finger in a teacup, and traced a name on the coffee table.

Hu Yan stepped forward, presenting a platinum VIP card with both hands. Anyone who placed bids exceeding ten million became a Jade VIP, entitled to various welfare benefits. She curiously sized up Wen Yiming, wondering what kind of background he had.

Many people failed to understand the meaning behind her words, yet at that exact moment, others experienced a flash of enlightenment, as if the clouds had parted and the fog had cleared, catching a glimpse of some indescribable truth.

It was a pity that these fierce beasts were truly formidable. To save others, Zheng Ming Shan and Wang Ming Yu were now facing grim prospects themselves. As luck would have it, Chen Mingrui was terrified out of his wits at that moment, his attacks growing increasingly chaotic, which tied the hands and feet of his two senior martial brothers and plunged them even deeper into danger.

If spoken by one man to another, it would sound even worse than the previous "Old Palace," practically resembling an invitation to a date.

To be honest, given the delicate relationship between the higher-ups of the Mystery Academy and Father State, Ye Zhen had a gut feeling that it would be best to keep this matter under wraps for a while longer.

For one thing, he had no desire to come into conflict with these people. For another, he was indeed here seeking help, and perhaps through proper communication, these people might actually be able to assist him.

One of them, nicknamed "Huihui," reacted intensely, blinking his eyes as he looked at the character in the room and then said the gift had been received—what would you do then?

Of course, phrasing it this way was somewhat ambiguous; the actual truth was that He *was* these flesh and blood—this deity's true form was composed of the flesh and blood of countless sentient beings.

At that moment, the Senior Uncle Zhang coughed a few times, obviously channeling his internal Qi, and the cough instantly dispersed outward like a striking bell.

Enveloping oneself within a domain—such a grand display, what kind of spectacle were they trying to show? Was the thing inside the projection enormous?

If Saki Hideki guessed correctly, the man who had originally died was the murderer who harmed this boy.

Scarcely any of these emotions swayed his actions. Even when they were intense, they could hardly alter his judgment; he was not blinded by anger, nor did he make choices he would regret out of greed, nor was his will crushed by sorrow.

On a summer afternoon, outside the club building was a world of scorching sunlight, where even the cicadas softened their noise because of the heat.

The Wanyan clan also knew why this Shushioro clan member had come first, and they knew that even if she spoke up, Imperial Noble Consort De would certainly not help say anything on her behalf. Thus, she did not linger for long, and shortly after, she left with the Irgioro clan.

In terms of schoolwork or any other aspect, Kangxi had always been strict with Hongzhou. However, from time to time, Kangxi also instilled in him the notion that the future heir to Fourth Brother's empire would be a son born of the primary wife.

Just as we were talking, the wail of a ship's horn echoed from afar—it was that cruise ship. Lowering my head to check the time, sure enough, unconsciously, the time to complete the mission had arrived. Looking at the flare soaring into the sky, both Mingyue and I felt a slight sense of relief. After all, having fought through the night, both of us were somewhat exhausted.

With force in his soles, Fang Mingwei was about to board the mecha when a premonition of danger suddenly struck his heart. He immediately let go, rolled sideways, and simultaneously drew an exquisite energy blade from his hand.

In this memorial, a few words were written: "The Prince and the Grand General are at odds," along with the causes and consequences of the several frictions between Nersu and the Fourteenth Prince in the Northwest over the years.

Within that passageway, colorful lights of various hues flickered, intertwining intensely. At a glance, it was as if one had stepped into an abstruse, kaleidoscopic world that dazzled the eyes.

On the way here, Zhang Hao had taken the opportunity to bring up the matter of refining medicinal pills, and Yun Luotian had not refused. Inquiring about it now clearly meant he intended to start making preparations.