Chapter 60: The Cause of the Past Life, the Fruit of the Present Life

A few days later, Commander Gu, stationed with Gu Yu's unit, received a large package sent from home.

It was an exceptionally large package. After training concluded, it took two soldiers working together to carry it back to Gu Yu's dormitory.

"Such a huge package, Commander Gu! What good things did your family send you?"

"My wife made them herself. I have no idea what's inside."

What Gu Yu said was the truth; during their previous phone call, Ji Sisi had only mentioned making—

However, in response to her proposal, she received a sharp knock on the head from her elder sister. "Are you truly foolish, or just pretending to be? If we report this to the authorities, everyone will know that Mother was poisoned by Xu Muli. Have you considered how outsiders will view our Prime Minister's Estate then?"

With a sudden thud, Wenger's expression turned even uglier. He hurriedly picked up his coffee cup and took a large gulp, nearly choking in the process.

This single sentence carried a wealth of meaning. First, it implied that Shen Huan and she had been in constant contact and practically inseparable; second, it suggested that whether her best friend came or not, Shen Huan kept nothing from her; and third, as a young lady from a distinguished family, Shangguan Ruoxue should never set foot in a place like the Roosting Phoenix Tower.

Merchants traveling to and fro heard that the son of the Wuhuan King was now an official in Chang'an, and while previously it took several animal skins to trade for a single shi of grain, now one could exchange them for two.

First was Ximen of the Water Lilies. Upon receiving the news of Ye Huan's death, he immediately rallied a force of one hundred thousand troops once more and marched menacingly toward the Moyun Oasis.

"I can promise you that any player you wish to recruit, I will secure for you," Abdullah offered as a condition.

74. At the mere thought of Huyan Qienan's thick-limbed, formidable appearance, Liu Rong could not suppress a shudder.

Old Ma's words were something Liu Chang merely listened to with a grain of salt; only a fool would take them seriously. Since both parties now stood on essentially equal footing and understood one another well, the negotiations were far less deceptive.

"Dr. Tian flatters me too much," Li Jie said with outward modesty, though he felt quite proud inwardly. In shelters of a similar scale, this was already top-tier.

Just then, Uncle Li happened to lead several workmen from the Cuiwei Pavilion running over, prompting Shangguan Ruoxue to sneer coldly.

The Azure Fire Pill was a fifth-grade medicinal elixir, serving as the ultimate cultivation supplement for cultivators with fire-attribute spirit roots. The starting price of twenty thousand spirit stones immediately excited the numerous cultivators present, who began shouting bids one after another.

Over eight hundred Taiji experts grew restless, each radiating towering momentum and even conjuring supreme treasures, eyeing the situation with predatory hostility.

Therefore, the Emperor Realm is actually just a single realm, merely categorized into four tiers—"Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow"—based on the differences among individuals.

Back during the legendary Battle of Conferred Gods, it was merely the entire lineage of the Jie Teaching that was conferred as gods. Though their physical bodies dissipated, at least a shred of their primordial spirits survived, preventing total annihilation.

Shuanzi led the master and servant toward the southern room. As that young master passed by Ruoxue, a flash of bright light crossed his eyes, holding a hint of pleasant surprise and sudden understanding. The corners of his lips curved upward slightly, and then he stepped composedly into the room.

Yunzhongzi glanced once more at the grimoire in Lin Yun's hand and nodded slightly. Had it not been for the numerous treasures held by the side of Thick Earth City, they probably would not have been able to withstand the tide-like army of skeletons.

First, there were too many of them, making it difficult to divide a King-grade celestial artifact fairly. Second, Zhou Ting possessed a King-grade celestial chariot; if he was determined to hunt down a single individual—backed by his four Golden Immortals—whoever managed to seize Zhou Jian's hand would likely be struck down on the spot by Zhou Ting.

At the time, the three of them shared a very simple idea: if they could directly encircle and slaughter the Qilin King, the formidable Glory Dragon Cavalry, once stripped of the protection of a demigod-tier powerhouse, would naturally become nothing more than paper tigers, easily torn to shreds.

Indeed, this was the dark side of the detectives—missions that required signing strict confidentiality agreements before they could be accepted, a shadowy realm where no records were ever left behind, even after completion.

Madam Wu tightly grasped the man's hand, terrified that he might leave her, her eyes already brimming with tears. "Qingmei, let me carry you home on my back. You are already exhausted; you no longer need to sacrifice anything for this family." Those few simple words completely defeated Madam Wu. Tears burst forth, and she wept tears of joy.