Chapter 62: Arctic Livestream: Pandas Catching Wildlife?

Having made her way up in the high-society world, Mother Shen was not someone to be easily brushed off by a few words from Shen Miao.

Therefore, while Shen Miao was live-streaming, Mother Shen turned the matter over in her mind, finding it suspicious from every angle. Since Shen Miao was a national treasure, she ought to be taken under the protection of a zoo. Human society was far too dangerous; they simply could not allow a panda to wander about aimlessly outside!

Upon hearing this, Shen Miao—whose true identity had been exposed—froze stiff from head to toe in her bear form, while Shen Xinghe let out a helpless sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The scenery within the Beast God Sect differed from that of ordinary martial sects; there were no towering, endless flights of stone steps. Instead, a single straight path led directly to the main hall. Along both sides of the path, various exotic spiritual beast statues stood scattered about—lions, tigers, and leopards standing upright... At the very end of the path stood a soaring tower that pierced the clouds.

Chen Yun continuously toggled back and forth between his blood-transformed state and his normal state, his roars growing increasingly agonizing, as if an unbearable eruption were imminent.

As the official in charge within the Ministry of Personnel, Qian Yun was tasked with recommending talent to the sovereign, which required giving thorough consideration to the specific posts for which each individual was suited.

As Xiao Mie discussed this matter, regret clearly surfaced on the faces of the other factions gathered behind him.

"An explanation? I'll give it to you right now!" Knowing that once the Six Paths Immortal-Slaying Formation was complete, it would be difficult to extricate himself today, Yue Han did not waste any more words. With a flash of his figure, he charged toward Cen Jia, while the Qiuhong Sword behind him radiated a brilliant blue light. Man and sword launched separate attacks.

Although Yang Zhi had previously stated that whoever could lift it would become its owner, Xue Rengui's official rank was low; if Li Chengqian had not explicitly given him permission to take it, he would certainly not have dared to touch it.

The moment they left, the passing pedestrians in the vicinity instantly swarmed around, gossiping endlessly and pointing fingers. Lin Yu, however, paid them no mind.

Meanwhile, Wen was hidden in a patch of grass halfway up the mountain. For reasons unknown, rather than choosing a concealment spot right at the summit as Qingcheng Feixue had anticipated, he had opted to hide halfway up the slope instead.

The Northern Jiangsu army had never expected to be attacked at their main base. Because they had no idea how many enemy troops were involved, a vast multitude of Northern soldiers fell into total chaos, leaving the soldiers who had already crossed the river entirely without backup.

"Very well, very well. In that case, please excuse this humble subordinate; may all of you retire early for the night!" Wang Fang said submissively, and retreated outside with his soldiers.

In a relatively quiet courtyard featuring simple, modest rooms, Tang Minjie sat on a chair, gazing at a crumpled letter in his hand. The man sitting across the table wore clothes as ragged as a beggar's—he was a member of the Huaxia Army who had made contact with Tang Minjie after Lu Mingfang's departure.

The command headquarters for both the Yan'an Regiment and the Fushi Regiment were set up within their respective unit camps, a measure adopted purely for the sake of convenience in directing and mobilizing the troops.

In April, Chengdu was a riot of vibrant blossoms, bustling with throngs of sightseers. Within this city, which had already become the command center of the Sichuan shogunate, an increasing number of changes were quietly taking place.

Naturally, for large-scale enslavement of this kind, the cultivation level of the targets had to be vastly inferior to that of the enslaver.

Besides, simply by killing Zhu Lanhuo, the Sacred Fire Cult would practically collapse. As long as both cult leaders perished within the Wunian Sect, the remaining members of the Sacred Fire Cult could naturally be dealt with leisurely by the sect in due course.

As it happened, pharmaceutical manufacturing within the East Asian Republic of China was rapidly developing into a rather lucrative industry.

It was a pity that while reporters were easy to buy off, the person involved was not within their sphere of control. A stunt like the one he pulled yesterday—stating his stance right off the bat—might have provoked widespread dissatisfaction at the time, but afterward, people would still bring the matter up and arrive at similar conclusions.

"Mr. Dehair, Mr. Li, we have arrived at the printing house!" The coachman and attendant stepped forward to report, then pulled open the door. Li Qing adjusted his hat and coat, stepping down onto the ground alongside Christian.

Teasing aside, she did not hesitate in the slightest. Extending a slender, delicate hand, she reached straight for Mo Wen's collar.

Perhaps the truth was that she simply had no idea what she ought to say. Lang Xiaoyue had indeed utilized her in the past—that was a fact. Yet while she had chosen to ally with Beiming Hanxuan, she had not committed any act to harm Linlang. Moreover, their transaction had long since concluded.