Chapter 37: Your Highness, Do I Look Convincing in Disguise?

Xie Xunzhi rushed back to the Prince of Night's manor at breakneck speed, a faint sense of guilt gnawing at his conscience. He should never have allowed her to face such danger alone, yet in that critical moment, he had failed to protect her, leaving her to take an arrow for him and nearly lose her life. The tide of remorse and self-reproach surged within him, becoming almost unbearable. As the door swung open, his mind was entirely consumed with the thought of seeing Sheng...

Perhaps it was not my imagination, but his physique seemed to have grown even larger, his height approaching two meters. His muscles were like solid rock—a veritable giant spirit god—yet, strangely, his eyes were red.

"Fine. The price for cooperating with me is that you must give me a sample of the original virus!" Zhang Qiru felt that this original virus was absolutely essential; he had to secure a sample.

Tom, however, flew into a rage, cursing his surrounding attendants and guards before pushing them aside and walking toward William with an apologetic tone.

"Is there anyone who can change what His Majesty has decided? I mean, your father didn't even bother to contact other officials to resolve this matter beforehand!" The Imperial Noble Consort’s voice was filled with resentment, her eyes glaring with fury at Consort Xian below.

"Lord You, have you reconsidered what I mentioned earlier?" Inside the same carriage, Assistant Minister Sun looked at Lord You, who sat opposite him with an expressionless face, and asked with renewed probing.

Without the protection of Feng Zhongguo and Feng Cheng, she was like an ant, easily crushed with a mere pinch.

Wei Qingqing stood before him, preemptively shifting the topic before he could interrogate her on why she had praised Chen Yalong as handsome.

Zhang Wei’s hint made Yang Chaoran’s eyelid twitch. Right, why had he never considered that Jason might be the same kind of person as himself?

The four of them reached the truck and immediately opened the doors to begin loading supplies. This time, they secured six crates totaling forty-eight barrels of cooking oil, twenty-one bags of rice, and several pieces of thermal clothing.

In the distance, the funeral birds continued to shriek. The sky was ablaze with fire, casting a shimmering radiance upon every leaf in the forest. Under this hazy glow, a figure stood with hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. In his green robes with an ancient sword at his side, he looked like a celestial swordsman who had fallen from the nine heavens, ready to ride the wind and return at any moment.

A day later, when Zhou Huan followed Bai Feifei to her studio, he let out a sigh.

The special forces unit held the tactical advantage. Whenever they spotted the Japanese soldiers grouping together, they would toss grenades to flush them out and then finish them off with gunfire. Before long, Mao Yuan’s squad was left with only him still breathing.

What was even more terrifying was that because Sun Lizhi had gotten into trouble and was facing decades in prison, Sun’s father had begun to harbor deep hatred for them.

Chen Yunying cast a look of disdain at Zhou Huan; her words left everyone present in utter shock.

Leng Yuan remained silent, seemingly caught off guard by the fact that even with Ji Yue present, Ji Jiu’er’s attitude remained so uncompromising.

"This subordinate understands. As soon as there is news, I will immediately inform you, sir!" Liu Haojun was also startled by the sheer amount of the reward offered by Xiao Ling; after a moment of stunned silence, he quickly replied.

"If I can raise my cultivation to the Seventh-Order God King realm, I will be considered a high-level God King. Although I may still be no match for Ming Zihan, I should at least have the ability to protect myself." After a brief moment of thought, Xiao Ling swallowed the three Dragon Blood Pills without hesitation and began to refine their medicinal power.

It was fortunate that she still harbored kindness and walked the righteous path; otherwise, with her talent for sycophancy, becoming a tenth-level master of manipulation would have been effortless.

Then, Chi Ming spread the news, claiming that the Li family had gone too far. He had accidentally injured their people, and despite having already treated their physical ailments, Li Sheng still demanded exorbitant compensation.

The moment Nie Zehai entered, his first sight was of Xia Xibei, and he was struck by her stunning appearance.

Bai Sheng was merely restricted from directly intervening in the rise and fall of dynasties, but providing some assistance to others—especially when the primary focus of his interference was religious—was clearly not a problem.