Chapter 41

Is there any class at Eleventh High School where no one sleeps during lessons? In truth, plenty of people were sleeping back then, but Luo Youyou’s outburst happened to be so loud that the chemistry teacher dropped his test tube, and with other students laughing in the rows below, he only said what he did because his pride had been wounded.

Accompanying Li Shaojie was another scion of a wealthy family. I had met this man before; he was the one who had provided the private jet from his own travel company for Li Shaojie and his friends to fly to the Northeast. He had also been present at the party I hosted a few days ago, where he had supported me to the very end.

In addition to the meat and vegetables, I had specifically purchased some beverages and beer to liven up the mood.

The most beautiful sight in this world is the moment the military flag is raised. The rustling of those banners makes one’s blood surge and echo between heaven and earth. Together with the drums and bells, they compose the most beautiful and passionate music in the world. A chilling aura gradually permeates the air, causing all things to tremble and living creatures to perish.

"I'm fine... Mother, really..." Wu Ai, startled by Qing'er's enthusiasm, finally spoke up to stop her.

Later, at the company's annual banquet, she half-heartedly performed this song. From then on, her nickname changed from "Half-Bowl" to "Imperial Concubine of Wine," eventually shortened to "Feifei."

"Go away! I don't want to see you!" Su Nuannuan shoved Duan Chengyu’s hand away violently, causing the water in the glass to slosh and splash about as if startled.

In the park, along the main paths, one could see early-rising elderly people from time to time, either carrying birdcages, holding long swords, or toting bamboo baskets, their faces filled with delight as they began a new day.

This intersection in Yanjing could hardly be considered bustling, and in this miserable weather, there were even fewer pedestrians on the road, with only an occasional vehicle passing through.

Ren Ci had Kuang Tianyou keep an eye on Yamamoto Ryuichi’s group, while here, Shi Hui had Kuang Fusheng observe Jin Weilai’s words and actions at Jiajia Mansion. Whenever Jin Weilai left the building, Shi Hui would follow her personally to determine whether she was a lone zombie like Kuang Fusheng and the others, or part of an organized group like Yamamoto Ryuichi.

"Mother and sister are going on a long journey, to a place very, very far away, and they might not return for a long, long time," Shi Hui replied to him.

However, among the few male cultivators who came with him, not everyone was as foolish as this man. A slightly more observant one recognized that Yan Changlan was a Golden Core cultivator and immediately stopped his companion from shouting. When he spoke, his tone was respectful but carried a hint of a threat.

The news that Jizhou had surrendered to Jiu Si and that Deng Jiugong had defected alongside him with thirty thousand troops and several thousand civilians reached Zhaoge almost simultaneously. Di Xin was so enraged by this that he vomited blood, and under the persuasion of Shen Gongbao, he allowed the Crown Prince to act as regent. Crown Prince Yin Jiao was inducted as a student of Shen Gongbao, becoming a disciple of the National Preceptor.

Elder Xia, whose eyesight was keener, noticed at that moment that there were two familiar faces standing at the very front of the deck—they had aged slightly, but their bearing was more impressive than before.

Zhou Ran almost laughed out loud upon hearing this, but he managed to stifle his amusement as he gave his reply.

First were the heads of the various divine halls of the Taixu Court, along with their subordinate divine officials, who had been enticed by the Hidden Mountain and voluntarily joined its faction, starting with the Head of the Hall of Merit.

The production team invited a total of 100 guests to form a panel, tasking them with scoring and critiquing the performances. However, this scoring system would not result in any eliminations; at most, it served to rank the guest singers for each episode.

Seeing the wedding date drawing nearer, the Zhou family, after much deliberation, decided to send an invitation and inform Zhou Tengfei, who was serving in the military, about Zhou Zeikai’s marriage.

Roy was stunned, recalling the low profile Galaxy usually maintained. She hadn't expected her to be so efficient when she actually took action.

"The new wines launched by this shop include the Ten Perfection Wine, the Hundred Affairs Smooth Wine, the Thousand Affairs Auspicious Wine, the Ten Thousand Affairs Satisfactory Wine, and the Great Fortune and Prosperity Wine." Tang Long rattled these off casually, as many fine wines he had concocted himself made their grand debut.

"Who are you? How dare you sneak into my palace’s secret chamber to steal treasures?" It wasn't the first or second group of people to come to the Xuanyuan Tomb to grave-rob and hunt for treasure, but most were mortals without any cultivation, so instead of stealing the treasures, they ended up as food for the three demons.

Shi Feixuan heard Wan Wan’s words and, feeling it inappropriate to remain at the Daging Villa, decided to take her leave for the time being, intending to seek out Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong when she had the chance.

Though it had only moved half an inch, the blade seemed fully unsheathed; several motes of dust burst from the edge of the scabbard, drifting through the pavilion.

Ling Shangshui had no choice but to accept the order. Xi Sa sighed inwardly, feeling quite self-reproachful; he really shouldn't have been negligent in the defense of the Tongwu Pass. Now, he could only hope that Li Yanyu would retreat her troops in time, and that the Third Princess would be blessed by fate and not fall into the hands of Chen Shandao.

This White Elephant King possessed phoenix eyes and golden pupils, yellow tusks and thick legs. With a long trunk and silver fur, his head resembled his tail. His forehead was round, his brows furrowed, and his body was rugged. His voice was as delicate as a beautiful woman’s, yet his jade face was like that of a demonic ox-headed ghost. He was the Yellow-Tusked Old Elephant, who had been hiding his tusks and cultivating his body for many years.

Zhao Zhengce knew that Xu Dongqing’s words were half-truth and half-false; there was an element of not wanting to take risks, as well as the constraints of the Party principles that a member must uphold. Perhaps, he truly did want to offer this opportunity.

Deng Ying had been looking for an opportunity to strike. After making inquiries, she heard that Ma Hai was looking for a cleaner, so she went to his house to work as a maid. Through frequent contact, she became very familiar with him, and once she had established a rapport, she kept looking for a chance to act. Moreover, Ma Hai lived alone, which made it even easier for her.