Chapter 45: Don't Joke Around

At dawn, Cao Mang stepped out of Ye Xingmei's room feeling refreshed and invigorated. Ye Xingmei had spared no effort to conceive a child, risking her life to accompany him and employing every trick she could think of.

Cao Mang descended to the spacious living room below, where Qiu Yurou and Su Meiqi, dressed in camisoles and yoga shorts, were practicing yoga. Though the two still didn't see eye to eye, they had reached a tacit understanding and were now working together to win Cao Mang's affection.

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Yan Hong, having cultivated to a higher level, possessed a body surpassing even Feng's. Of the three, he was the most at ease. For many years, Yi Feng had steadily improved his abilities, and even with the help of Zhan Tian, he had been unable to break the seal and restrictions on the Soul Suppressing Divine Talisman. Now, with the Celestial Lord of Cloud Sky stating it couldn't be undone, Yi Feng was not particularly surprised.

Zou Qiang, unwilling to accept his fate, filed an appeal. After a thorough investigation, the prosecutor's office uncovered further evidence of Zou Qiang's crimes. In the end, he was sentenced to death, and euthanasia had already been carried out, proving the old adage true: those who sow evil shall reap their own destruction.

As the heated argument continued among the group, Han Xing arrived. Hearing that the sanitation team needed fresh blood, Han Xing came to donate some himself. These soldiers were fighting bravely on the front lines; now injured and in need of blood, how could he possibly refuse to give?

The Nine-Clawed Purple-Gold Divine Dragon's physique was formidable—its fists once so powerful that even Yi Feng couldn’t withstand them. The moment its fist collided with An Bin’s, everyone clearly heard the sound of bones shattering, followed by An Bin’s agonized cry.

Hearing Liang Tian's explanation, Liu Fei and the others felt a wave of shame. As Rui recovered her composure, she gazed at the initial framework of the Longhua Sect that Liang Tian had constructed. Amazed, she couldn't help but speak of her own difficulties.

“Hush,” Mu Yu turned to shush them, then fell silent. Chen Chen shrank back, no longer speaking.

At that moment, Zeng Yi's phone rang in his pocket. He moved to retrieve it, but only then remembered his hands were cuffed. Tilting his head, he looked at Han Yuhui, signaling for him to unlock the handcuffs.

No sooner had this happened than a bead, flickering with silvery lightning, appeared in Liang Tian’s palm.

Everyone had gathered around Yi Feng, united in fierce indignation and filled with fighting spirit, fearless in the face of death.

“Hiding the Sacred Scarab is actually a good way to protect the family. First, it prevents future generations from falling into conflict over it.”

Li Yongnian didn’t know where Jiang Chuan’s confidence came from, but he understood the implication of what Jiang Chuan had left unsaid. If he refused to give these twenty thousand stones today, and Jiang Chuan’s power grew in the future, it would be difficult for Li Yongnian to join him later.

Niya nodded again. Rachel released her hand, asking Ivy Millie to look after her, and gave her sister a nod before stepping outside. Just then, Lu Xi was packing up the cooking utensils. Rachel hurried over and asked Peach what ingredients were left. She was told there was still some beef, seafood, and lettuce unused.

With the imperial army advancing like an unstoppable tide, their fierce artillery instilling fear in all, panic gripped the populace.

Madwoman? He called her a madwoman?! Immortal Xinwei felt a surge of indignation. The ancient artifact, the Celestial Emperor’s Mirror, broke free from her control, sending a beam of golden light shooting beyond the Hall of Longevity.

Opening the imperial examinations to all classes, ensuring social mobility, was one of Jiang Chuan’s long-held remedies for easing societal tensions. For now, he was merely trying it out to observe the effects.

If his guess was right, Liu Feng must be trapped somewhere. Otherwise, with such a flawless plan, why hadn't he acted? It wasn’t a matter of unwillingness, but of incapacity—he couldn't escape. Years ago, the Jade Emperor decreed that the Dragon Emperor and Xu Fu be imprisoned in the Flaming Mountain.

Yang Ming wore a mournful expression. His luck was terribly bad—how had he run into this formidable figure? He wasn’t a fool; he knew he couldn’t compete, and already wanted to retreat. Liu Yuechan immediately noticed and smiled, saying, “Do you think you can escape?”