Heavenly Capital, Chapter 9

It was only natural, after all. Ke Lan was gentle and intelligent; even Lu Huaqing genuinely liked her, let alone other men.
Bullets tore into the decaying troll, splattering sickly green blood and drawing its attention.
Ling Pin looked at Su Yunxiu, and aside from her good looks, found nothing remarkable about her, feeling somewhat contemptuous.
He had witnessed Zhao Yu’s cultivation speed before—advancing a level a day while still in the War Sovereign realm. After breaking through, things were bound to slow down in the War Sect stage.
Outside the room, everyone paused. The Emperor was inside; barging in would be an act of grave disrespect.
Shen Zhuo prepared to walk past them. If they dared make a move, he would not hesitate to kill in self-defense.
Du Ziqing walked alongside Su Yunxiu. Yu Wenshu, unable to restrain herself, summoned the assassins regardless of the hour, ready to strike at Su Yunxiu.
Ye Linghan grabbed Su Yuxing, ready to leap onto the roof once more, but the puppets had already surrounded them tightly, leaving no room to escape.
“My eyesight is far better than most people’s. Even the finest thread, I can see it,” Shen Zhuo said calmly.
The wind pressed harder against his face, skin trembling in layers. At the brink of life and death, Zhang Mochen slowly shut his eyes, still as a statue.
It seemed his two hundred coins were safe for now. Next time, he swore not to gamble again, lest he be tempted to cheat.
The arriving procession was grand and imposing, nearly encompassing the majority of ordinary cultivators in the mortal world—over ten thousand strong.
“I only heard it from others, so I don’t know if it’s true. But after what happened at the Xiao family today, I’m almost certain it is,” Feng Yu speculated.
Fan Xun strode to the center of the hall, knelt on one knee, and reported. The Wang family and the recruited rogue cultivators had all merged into the Martial Hall, making it the Zhang family’s primary hall, numbering five hundred. Such a formidable force would surely leave Zhang Mochen reeling, even if he had expected it.

She took an invitation from her bag and handed it to him, sighing softly, “I’m getting married. Now you can finally let go.” He glanced at it—the wedding was set for Labor Day, May first.
“My name is Linglong. Thank you, Sister Tang.” Xie Linglong flashed her trademark innocent smile, instantly winning Tang Shuying’s favor.
It was one-sided torment, while Qingtian’s figure darted through the amusement park.
With Gan Luo’s question, the ministers of Manyue all turned their eyes from the doorway to that extraordinary young man.
The doctors chuckled, exchanged a few more words with Jin Rong, then each returned to their rooms.
“Yes, I just disagree with what you said. I’ve been in the army for over a decade, and now you want us to go back for retraining? It feels excessive—it’s disrespectful to us and shows a lack of trust in our abilities,” Xiahou Wei retorted bluntly to Lei.
The speaker sounded unconcerned; the respondent was equally nonchalant. It hardly seemed like a billion-dollar business was being discussed.
But on reflection, it made sense—Feng Qianxi was a master of formations. Such an array might be broken with a mere flick of his finger.
“Whoosh—bang!” Before Li Bin finished speaking, his body was sent flying, crashing into a table a meter away, which promptly collapsed into splinters.
But he himself was already under control, powerless to change anything, forced to watch helplessly as his subordinates were wiped out by Lin Xiao, not one left behind.
She suffered a crushing defeat in the zither contest, knowing her opponent hadn’t even used their full strength. The blow to her confidence was immense.
“It’s not flattery, it’s fact. In just a few years, you rose from a lower realm creature to the very pinnacle of the spiritual world. Who else could rival that?”
Guo Fang’s mind went blank, staring fixedly at Li Xin, unable to utter a word. Meanwhile, those nearby began to murmur—no one knew what was happening, and all were left guessing.
Moreover, when she first entered Room 203, she sensed something amiss in the inn. The scent was all too familiar to her—killing intent, resentment, the smell of blood.

Of course, rotations still had to take place. Robben sat on the bench; Wang Qi started as right winger, Ribery reclaimed his starting position.
Situ Yurong’s voice was gentle and warm, easygoing and impossible to dislike.
The Heavenly Emperor asked kindly. The Supreme Star Lord had studied for three years under the Master of the Unseen, with Xuan Ke as his senior disciple. Now he and Xuan Ke drank together, reminiscing about the past.
Knowledge that cannot be applied remains just knowledge; only when put into practice does it become wisdom.
Upon hearing of possible trouble at Murong Zheng’s, Murong Ze lost interest in Li Xiuning’s affairs.
There was no doubt—Germany and Belgium had been frightened by France’s internal upheaval and were desperately expanding their militaries.
As for Florence, the likes of Gamberini, Pasquale, De Silvestri, and Caporese were all relatively unknown players.
Because of Fa Zheng’s words, Murong Ze decided to wait until after the summons to set out. His army remained stationed in Chenliu Commandery, not moving an inch.
Ye Fan didn’t dwell on the secret of the formation; instead, he grew increasingly curious about those present, and also about the so-called source of calamity—what could it be?
In the season finale, when the Bernabeu chanted, “Higuain, stay! Higuain, stay!” it became the warmest moment of the match.
“Brother Dong, what exactly happened?” At last, Sakura couldn’t hold back and asked.