Chapter 33

Ye Qing did not know what Xing Liu meant by a "good show." Could it be that Prince Nie Jue and Crown Prince Nie Cheng of the imperial family were up to something at the Xing residence that Xing Liu had discovered?

Meanwhile, he checked the synchronization status. Unsure if the newly awarded "100 Great Thousand Points" had other uses, he decided not to spend them yet and exited the game.

Although it lasted only a second, the Venerables possessed such keen eyesight that they had seen everything they should—and perhaps everything they should not.

Jiang Qing, Shen Yang, Han Fei, Yang Guang, and their cohorts, seeing that Jing Hui refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, drew their weapons and surrounded her to engage in a tangled skirmish.

Lu Bu had, in fact, reached a realization: those truly supreme experts refused to reveal themselves or take action against him for some unknown reason. It was only when Lu Bu insisted on his path to annihilate the Jade Emperor that the experts from both the Celestial and Mortal realms began to appear, one after another.

After a tour, the four of them emerged to find the coffee table set with fruits, desserts, and four cups of hot tea.

"What are you doing?" Jin Tian stroked her hair, feeling her tears fall onto his chest.

Su Shengchen’s hometown was a small village where every villager could claim some kinship; it was as winding and complex as the village's own architectural layout.

Zhang Feng, who was browsing the world forums while cultivating, also noticed that events were unfolding along the same trajectory as in his past life.

After the other two heads of the Lin family passed away one after another, the family's fortunes declined significantly. Conversely, Lin Ze’s wealth grew by the day; his life became increasingly prosperous, and his assets and status in the entire Anding Prefecture became unrivaled. This lasted until the arrival of the new prefect, Cheng Kuang.

However, the Emperor was worried that unscrupulous merchants would rather let their grain rot than sell it to the common people. After all, such a situation was not impossible; history in the Great Zhou Kingdom had seen such examples. Therefore, the Emperor could not afford to gamble.

Stir-fried eel with dried chili peppers—the portion in the plate seemed small, but it was clearly enough for the brother and sister to eat.

"Urine" hitting the cactus made a splashing sound, which was quite satisfying. Just then, I felt a chill breeze blow against the back of my neck. My heart tightened, and I wondered if something had appeared behind me.

My heart couldn't help but pound. Didn't everyone say that the Eldest Grandmother was only sharp-tongued and not very skilled in household affairs? Based on what she had seen over the past few days, that seemed to be the case, but why did she look like an expert now—someone even harder to fool than she, who had been in this line of work for over a decade?

However, when Jin Xingyu saw Xia Chiwan’s rounded belly again, all those thoughts vanished completely.

Yuan Shao was secretly annoyed, but remembering what Feng Ji had said about judging heroes by success or failure, he set the matter aside, his temper slightly appeased.

She felt that the fake prince was somewhat peculiar and, wanting to continue observing him, did not wish to reveal her identity. That was the kindest excuse she could come up with.

Lord Wei was also taken aback. Like Xia Chiwan, he had not expected the Seventeenth Prince to harbor genuine feelings for her.

"This is enough. It means we can live in peace from now on, with no one to disturb us. The potential threat from the Fierce Beast Alliance will also be gone!" Long Ge laughed.

Duan Yizhou could not show much expression, but the gloom in his eyes already betrayed his hatred for Tang Xin.

Nowadays, even without mentioning the Demon race at the Loose Immortal realm, if just three or five Demon experts at the Dao Pill realm were to arrive, it would be enough to cause a massacre. Fortunately, such a thing did not happen.

When others set up arrays, they used consecrated objects along with one or two low-level artifacts, a lineup already considered luxurious. Most profound arts practitioners still used various jades, emeralds, and gold items when setting up arrays. How could they compare to Wang Pengyu, who used entire arrays of artifacts, all of which were mid-to-high-grade?

"The Thick Earth Sect was destroyed by my hands. What face do I have to face the many ancestors of the Thick Earth Sect after I die? It would be better to perish together here—even if it means biting a piece of flesh off those damned demons."

The number of people inside was not large; after all, Xiuyan had not yet debuted and was still considered a trainee.

Ling Feng stood in the air, holding the Heaven-Opening Axe, his eight clones suspended around him like a creation deity opening the heavens. He appeared majestic, looking down upon the world with disdain.

Walking slowly through the mountain forest, Murong Xiao’s body was as light as a feather, leaving not a single trace behind.

Long Ge passed the ball to A-Lai, and A-Lai dribbled. Long Ge ran at high speed. A-Lai helped A-Bin set a screen, Long Ge helped A-Bin set a screen, and A-Lai helped A-Bin set another screen. By then, it had become a one-on-one between Long Ge and A-Cai.

When official titles were handed out in excess without any tangible benefits, no one cared. This stuff was meaningless; it wasn't even as practical as a piece of greasy cured meat.

The surroundings were very quiet. Being underground, no matter how lively it was outside, the noise could not reach here. But he still looked around; besides wine, there was only wine.

Seeing this, Huo Rong’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and he couldn't help but shout, "Spirit fire tempers the body, Yin and Yang manifest, the Five Elements emerge!" As the words echoed, the Primordial Spirit Fire, the Supreme Yin True Fire, and the Supreme Yang True Fire shot into the sky, enveloping the roots once more and drawing down streams of chaotic spiritual energy to refine them.

To Yang Yi, wealth was power, but converting it into combat and productive capacity took time. Yang Yi decided not to attack other countries for the time being, focusing instead on fully integrating the two nations he had just occupied. When the time came, he would let the neighboring countries know how unwise it was to say "no" to him.

"Brother Jiao, please rest assured, everything has been arranged properly." A smile appeared on She Qing's face as he answered immediately.