32 Quiet

In truth, the double act performed by the monarch and his ministers was not particularly clever; anyone with a discerning eye could see through it immediately. Yet, knowing it for what it was, who would dare to call it anything else? Thus, in mid-February, the Censorate, the State Council, and the Military Council jointly submitted a memorial to revise the ranks of major officials, a proposal the Emperor Tianqi finally approved and decreed into law.

Unfortunately, although Su Bai still had some heavenly treasures left, they were no longer effective for him; he had to wait for the medicinal properties already in his system to fully dissipate.

"Alright, it's settled then. I'll submit your application form for you," Yu Ziqian said, turning around happily as she walked away.

"Yan'er, we've reached this point already—what else are you trying to hide?" Seeing her hesitate and withhold the truth, Bai Youyue grew irritated, his voice rising in volume.

Two men in black carried him as they turned around. Half of the remaining men in black followed suit, automatically forming a circle around Maobu. Maobu, meanwhile, released the hand seal he had been holding.

Miao Long knelt before Li Xiao, tears and snot streaming down his face, yet he looked up at Li Xiao with a smile.

He did not know if it was just his imagination, but every time Zhen Mi called him "Uncle," he could never detect that tone in her voice. Yet, whenever she dragged out the syllables, he felt strange, as if he truly were that wicked, creepy Uncle Li.

For the first time, Mo Shang felt a chill run through his soul. Had he... discovered the true identity of this eerie old man?

Because Andy’s attack power was so high and his lifesteal effect allowed him to keep his HP above 50%, the Abyssal Flame Demon found himself at a loss, unable to kill Andy without a single, devastating blow.

Everyone was stunned, looking up at the sky outside the window. From the very first day they had jumped into this space, they knew it was unstable, which was why the sky was always marked with faint, dark red lines. At this moment, the sky turned completely black, and those red lines looked like distant fires smoldering within the darkness.

As the faint rose scent of her lipstick drifted into Pei Feng’s nostrils, he lost all control, leaning in instinctively to press his lips against Fan Xing’s delicate, tender ones.

***

However, the two thugs did not leave empty-handed; they robbed Xue Yan and Sui Xuefei of their wallets and Sui Xuefei’s mobile phone. Xue Yan’s phone was spared only because it was too battered and worthless for the thugs to bother with.

Jin Hao was severely injured, though he was in much better shape than Liu Mang. After a brief recovery, he was able to speak. Two people helped him up and leaned him against a large tree.

Yi Qiu cast a faint glance at the man in the black robe. His gaze, sharp as a sword, sent a chill through the man’s heart, forcing him to take an involuntary step back.

"That won't be necessary. Could I keep this as a souvenir?" Yang Feng asked, holding up the matchbox in his hand.

He had seen Sovereigns before; they were indeed powerful and possessed all manner of incredible supernatural abilities, but they could never reach such a realm.

His perception of vitality allowed him to see its very essence. The vitality he moved with a wave of his hand followed specific rules. It was no longer just simple control; he had to split his soul to arrange the vitality into formations.

Although she was powerful, she was heavily wounded and ultimately unable to withstand Xu Que’s overbearing techniques, falling into a disadvantage.

Following them were the four great masters, along with the groups led by Dugu Li and Huo Yufan, and then the Hualong and Linlang blessed lands. As for the second-rate sects, no one paid them any mind. Interestingly, the groups led by Cong Yun and Jin Tong joined forces to enter the Hetian Immortal Treasury.

Everyone left the arena, allowing the participants to take the opportunity to rest; the fourth round of matches would begin in the afternoon.

He pulled Ping'er into his arms once more. Looking into Jia Cong’s profound eyes and his strikingly handsome profile, Ping'er couldn't help but lean forward and kiss him gently.

Everyone present was stunned. Thinking a deity had descended to earth, they hurriedly bowed in worship, all kneeling together and saying, "Great Immortal, please accept our humble obeisance!" With that, they kowtowed repeatedly.

***

From a historical perspective, even in university, Guo Peng was unlikely to achieve much. However, Lin Chu did not speak in absolutes; young people, after all, needed aspirations and dreams.

In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Yunyang reached Gui Ya, his blade, Flowing Fire, already descending upon him.

Paired with her inexpressive face and the flashes of cunning and willfulness she inadvertently revealed, she possessed a charm all her own.

In other words, the rapidly rotating vortex of baleful energy seemed to have suddenly turned into a giant chimney. Those ink-like clouds of baleful energy dispersed instantly in the sky, tens of meters up. In just two breaths, the clear sky turned as pitch-black as it would before a violent storm.

Perhaps because the room was at the end of a remote corridor, even wrapped in thick quilts, it remained impossible to stay warm.

Seeing that the situation was lost, Luo En had no choice but to go with the flow—please ignore his mournful expression and the glistening tears at the corners of his eyes.

As one of Ji Meina’s few good friends, Yu Linglong visited quite often, so Ji Ruxue had some impression of her.

Huo Shibang couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Why did she have to bring this girl back? Was she trying to be the death of him? But then, thinking that life might actually become more interesting with her around, he instantly felt relieved.

Bu Hui’s joint force was divided into two groups: the first group on the upper side of the map, and the second group on the lower side.