Volume 1, Chapter 151: Framed, Yang Guolong’s Conspiracy!!

That night, Su Le finished a new song and its composition, sending it all to Wang Junjie. Upon receiving it, Wang Junjie was incredibly excited and immediately headed to a recording studio to work through the night. However, every take he sent back to Su Le was rejected. Over the next few days, Wang Junjie practiced incessantly, yet Su Le shook his head at every attempt, clearly unsatisfied with his performance. This gradually sapped Wang Junjie’s patience and confidence. He recorded take after take until his voice grew hoarse, yet he persisted, only to be met with constant rejection. Wang Junjie felt lost. After another recording session that day, he had been filled with joy as he...

Zhu Yun was terrified out of her wits by the scene before her. Upon hearing the command, it took her a long moment to collect herself before stumbling off in a rush to find Situ Lie. It was clear that the Dragon God had not told them everything, revealing only that Han Yanrou had offended the Freemasons, while keeping her true identity a secret. Meanwhile, in her chaotic state, she could barely control her movements. The potency of the numbing grass seeds was fierce, especially since she had ingested two of them; she felt as if she were about to pounce upon the heat source.

Pei Mo and Lu Ao were both stunned, as were the rest of the Black Eagle Gang members. Seeing Kou Zhong’s eyes burning with bloodthirsty rage, they all shrank back, not daring to let out a breath. As they drew closer to the place rumored to be the Great Freedom Heavenly Palace, Lei Chou could feel the temperature dropping more severely with every step. "Sister Luo, don't worry. Master is so powerful, how could anything happen to him? Just set your heart at ease!" Liu Yuxi said with a laugh, appearing somewhat carefree. When Wang Hua saw Xu Anran stand up, his expression turned gloomy. It was clear that Xu Anran was the main source of the conflict; like any man with eyes, he was drawn to her beauty. I understood Wang Hua’s psychology all too well—it was nothing more than jealousy.

Inu Taro laughed triumphantly. Suddenly, the ground beneath him shook, the soil burst open, and a figure lunged out, blocking the flickering light. In that moment, Inu Taro saw clearly that it was Lei Chou who had emerged from the earth. "The death of the gunman has nothing to do with me. If you want to talk, release my people first," Chen Rang said calmly. "Then it’s settled. I entrust my father to you; please take him to a safe place and ensure he suffers no grievances." Lu Wei cast a deep look at Lu Ben lying on the ground before walking away with firm steps. His words stirred the other three monarchs, though challenging Li Qingyuan would be no simple task.

"Not at all. That was only because the Wrestling Hawk went easy on me; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get up, haha." The old village chief’s words eased Wang Hao’s tense mood, and he replied with a smile. Watching Wang Hao’s fist draw nearer, the Meowstic, unable to dodge, could only watch helplessly as the blow struck its face. "Come! Behold my Six Paths Sacred Soul Combat Stance—a single thought is enough to shatter all your methods of attack!" Feng Huawu said, standing with his hands behind his back, posing with extreme arrogance toward Zhao Feilong.

Inside the carriage, a violent collision of bodies occurred, followed by a low, satisfied grunt, and then all returned to silence. The Savage Kings of Qinghu and Dongxun felt their backs drenched in cold sweat; upon receiving the Ghost Wolf Demon Emperor’s permission, they felt as if they had been granted a reprieve, and the heavy burden in their hearts finally lifted. The sun leapt over the clouds, casting its light upon the earth. Li Qingshan had yet to wake; he stood motionless in the snow, his blood and energy surging so powerfully that the surrounding snow melted away. "Are you insulting our intelligence? You aren't offering anything at all—you're just playing a game of empty-handed trickery!" Zhi Ye roared after hearing the proposal.

Additionally, Liu Hai acquired thirty-six types of cultivation techniques, thirteen high-grade spiritual weapons or better, over one hundred thousand spiritual stones, and three celestial spiritual stones. Chuyi and the others bowed in salute. On the other side, several scholars stepped down from their deer-drawn carriages, their flowing silk robes and wide sleeves lending them an air of detachment and profound elegance as they walked. Everyone spoke at once, discussing the matter; there was little schadenfreude, but rather a great deal of concern.

Bei Yongjian squinted his eyes as he watched Wang Ming enter Examination Room No. 36, murmuring softly to himself. Inside the hall, around a round table, Ling Tianyang hissed as he drew in cold air, his gaze repeatedly drifting toward the vibrant, spicy shrimp pot. Riding a donkey, he strolled leisurely toward the village. Passing an open field, he saw grain spread out to dry, with someone pushing a heavy, flat stone roller back and forth over it.

A crisp sound, like a demonic chime, suddenly echoed in Wang Ming's ears, causing his expression to change abruptly. He turned and looked toward a slender figure not far from the spectator stands; the familiar features, etched into his very bones, struck him the moment they entered his vision, freezing him in place.

Saying this, he sat down directly to drink tea and rest his mind; he had drunk too much yesterday, and his head still ached. However, after searching through the rooms for a long time, she felt a sense of emptiness, as if something were missing. After pondering for a long time, it dawned on her: Lin Zhi was gone. With a thunderous boom, the large plantain fan shattered into pieces. Old Man San was sent flying by the explosive shockwave, slamming hard into the mud-brick wall of Scholar Han's house; it looked like it would take a great deal of effort to pry him out.

Another detachment of the Tang army, consisting of the Flying Kite light cavalry and the remaining half of the Xingzhong Town infantry, was led by Deputy General Liu Guoneng. They spread out to raid and burn the countryside, capturing villagers and leaving a trail of desolation in their wake; villages and markets were reduced to ruins. Sang Wushi’s lips twitched. She felt that since he asked, he must have had an answer in mind, but she hadn't yet decided on the perfect response. As she hesitated, Chi Su beside her suddenly laughed, as if he had never intended to hear her answer in the first place. Although no one else was watching them, Jun Buqi knew that in the broad light of day, Yu Feixue would never do anything inappropriate.