Chapter 60 Things Turned Out Unexpectedly Smooth

In ten days, the Crown Prince would officially ascend the throne. Over the past few days, the aging Emperor Baili Yuntian had watched Baili Canglian's conduct and felt deeply gratified. Because of this, he felt all the more at ease entrusting the imperial throne to him.

After exchanging courtesies, Wei Shuisheng half-turned and led the way ahead. Li Zongliang yielded precedence to Su Zicheng, following slightly behind by half a step, while the rest lagged a step or two behind. Together, they entered the main gate and stepped into the somewhat cramped room that served as the main hall.

"What do you think? Aunt Hong wouldn't lie to you, would she? If you don't believe me, let Miss Susu play a tune for you first. If it's to your liking, you can have Miss Susu play for you the entire evening." With that, she glanced at Qin Susu, signaling her to play a piece.

Allegri's Milan was losing its flair and creativity; after the departure of Ibrahimovic and numerous veteran players, the team had become increasingly ordinary. Conte's team, however, was quite different—behind its brilliance lay a resilient tenacity.

At midday, the bright sun beat down fiercely, and visibility was exceptionally high. Under normal circumstances, this would hardly be a propitious moment to scale walls and enter a courtyard. Yet he could not afford to care; the sudden surge of anxiety within him compelled him to force his way in at this very hour.

Hearing this, Su Momo was completely bewildered, wondering what manner of situation this was. You Fen and Shi Hao had gone mountain climbing together. And now Shi Hao was missing.

"You—what is the meaning of this?" You Sheng seemed somewhat unable to fathom Xu Hong's intentions, suspecting that Xu Hong was about to declare war on him. A flicker of terror surfaced in his eyes as he spoke.

Immediately, he moved his hands up and down, stamped his foot, and shouted, "Wind, aid me!" Following that, he flipped his hands toward the Ghost King and commanded, "Flames, rise!"

A cultivator radiating a brilliant golden light, resembling a blazing sun, said arrogantly, "You..."

Madam Huang lay on the bed, breathing faintly, a damp white cloth resting across her forehead. Her eyes were tightly closed and her brows deeply furrowed, bearing an expression of extreme discomfort.

"Brother Ye Long, I know you still have treasures you haven't used yet. If it's merely this, you are certainly no match for me," Dai Cong said.

As for the Thousand-Zhang Snake, it had naturally experienced quite a few trials over the years. Now it lived a life halfway between human and ghost, making one hesitant to inquire too closely.

As long as the Demon Emperor arrived in the Realm of Cultivation, entering the passage to the inner-realm of Wuzhuang Temple would be an effortless task for him.

When the two words "Forget Sorrow" fell from Li Cangqiong's lips, they struck Jun Mo's heart like a volley of sharp arrows.

"It is not that I have only two hundred and seventy years left. This is merely a multiple-choice question, or perhaps a short-answer question. I only wish to ask, if you were in my place, what would you do?"

When his body leaned forward in front of Xia Fanxing, the crisp, clean scent unique to him filled the tip of her nose.

Later, guided by the onlookers, she knelt at the entrance of the director's office. The director summoned the security guards, and time and again, she was pulled up by the hospital guards and escorted away.

Hu San knew he was in the wrong and thought to himself that all this was the fault of the phantom with a "human head and pig body." Several times already, there had been no leads on the sarira, yet this fellow still went behind the boss's back to claim it definitely existed, suspecting that A Lai had colluded with others to steal it.

Yet they did not expect that beyond the opened outer door lay yet another barrier requiring a specialized access pass. When pressed against the reader, their passes produced no reaction whatsoever.

Uncle Zhang's expression was solemn, and his speech brooked no delay, rendering the atmosphere all the more tense. At this moment, Li Yuanxuan also observed his expression of gravity, earnestness, and intense focus.

Aotian remarked, "Indeed! Back when we first formed the contract, I often wondered if you lived inside an ice cellar, you were so freezing cold. Aside from your mother and older brother, you practically never smiled, rarely spoke, and did nothing but study day in and day out, just like a puppet."

Enduring the pain racking his body, Brother Li dropped to his knees to beg for mercy, completely stripped of his former arrogance and any lingering sense of being in control of everything.

It seemed Uncle Zhang had mapped out a path for himself. Should any unpredictable consequences befall his body after shattering his foundation, he could rely on these methods for self-defense. Li Yuanxuan studied the cultivation methods of those techniques, mentally rehearsing them one by one.

Youth was the prime period for physical growth, and through this sudden spurt, many people likely wouldn't even recognize Li Yuanxuan anymore.

Several villagers were quite heavily injured; watching their faces contort slightly as they spoke made it evident how excruciating their pain was.

Instantly, a character of immense intimidation, "Suppression," radiated a faint, cold light, hanging suspended in mid-air like a towering mountain peak.

After another moment, Li Chuan finally caught the sounds of combat as well. The noise originated from directly overhead—not the clashing of weapons, but a series of roaring tremors accompanied by a succession of strange, alien noises.

"Let me out! Let me out of here!" Ignoring the question entirely, Su Jingzhu ran around in frantic circles.

Seeing this, Su Yun grew even more anxious. Her body was already severely injured and exhausted; if any monster were to appear here now, she truly could not withstand it.

Ling Qianqian snapped out of her daze, though an expression of lingering disbelief still lingered on her face, struggling to accept the reality before her.

Zhang Xinyuan was dead, and the Zhang family would certainly dispatch someone else to take over the businesses he formerly managed, such as the Golden Sword Escort Agency or this Jinli Private Equity Fund. Originally overseen by Zhang Xinyuan, these operations now fell into Zhang Xinan's hands.

"Of course there are! Can't you see them? Look, over there in that huge patch!" Old Zhao gestured excitedly.