Chapter 119: The Dragon Decree

"Li Gui, what did you say? You sent a message to His Majesty?" Ye Changmian frowned as he asked.

"Yes. Elder Ye, I sent the message back three days ago as soon as I received the imperial decree." Li Gui replied with a puzzled expression. Three days should have been enough time; had Elder Ye simply missed it?

Boom!

Ye...

However, coming from a noble background, white flour buns were common for him; seeing these dark sorghum flour ones, he found them rather novel.

Chen Jie's reaction, however, surprised him slightly. A flash of anger crossed Chen Jie's face, followed immediately by a return to composure. Yet, hidden beneath that calm exterior was a raging fire; he was thinking about the intelligence report suggesting that Yu Sanliu had set his sights on Su Yunjin.

Chen Jie's gaze narrowed. It seemed Yu Biao had truly advanced to the Flesh Refining Realm. The intelligence was accurate; it said Yu Biao had consumed a Flesh Condensing Pill and succeeded in refining his flesh in three days.

The opponent's traitor was one's own ally. Although the wolf cards did not seem very useful for the moment—since everyone could just change the numbers on their cards to unlock the doors—finding the opponent's wolf card felt less critical.

Furthermore, there was a need to mend fishing nets and repair boats; regardless, they were in a state where they were not quite full, yet not quite starving.

Five factions were gathered in one place. If Liu Zhang had not been so far away, it would have been a meeting of six factions.

On the giant blue light screen, a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors was being played. It was the same space enclosed by transparent glass walls, with two people sitting face-to-face.

Su Yunjin wore a happy smile, covering her rice bowl; otherwise, all the meat from the celery stir-fry would have ended up in her own bowl.

But in reality, it was the effect of Uchiha Yoru swinging his Kusanagi sword countless times in an extremely short period.

Shang Chun lowered her head and pushed me toward the outside of the car with effort. I knew she was feeling extremely shy and wanted to leave immediately. So, I didn't tease her further. Once I got out of the car, Shang Chun quickly turned it around and sped off with a heavy foot on the gas.

However, he figured that with so many students in the museum hall, even if Lin Fei were furious, he would never dare to lay a hand on him. And if it came to an argument, he was fully confident he could best Lin Fei in eloquence.

This was because Lin Fei and Xiao Ling had already patronized every single stall here, and basically, all the most valuable stones had been bought by them.

Feng Bing did not know why he could devour insect sources; this was something that even members of the Dark Insect Society should not be able to do. His insect source seemed to have undergone a mutation.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, an envoy from the Flying Fox Legion requests—" Just as the Emperor was about to speak, a eunuch's report came from outside the 'door'. In recent days, the Emperor had specifically ordered that urgent military intelligence be reported immediately at any time, which was why someone dared to interrupt him now.

Within a few minutes, the area in front of the crowded Yaotai Academy had loosened up significantly. Everyone remaining here belonged to the Chu Hai Hall, except for A-Nan and that big-nosed man.

"I need you to help me. Don't forget, I am your own cousin," she said with her head held high.

Sister Ghost still did not speak. She believed that Tang Renjie and Xie Mei next door must have heard her shouting and were likely calling for reinforcements now.

With a series of thuds, the four men in black leather jackets crashed onto the street, each coughing up blood and unable to crawl back up for a long time.

But for those Masters of the Spirit Transformation Realm who were nervously watching the confrontation between the Ancestor and Gongsun Yi, they could clearly feel the terrifying energy contained within that meteor.

Shangguan Yu did not pursue him, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened. Yesterday, the man had been held tightly in his grip with no power to resist, subdued by nothing more than a kiss; yet today, he had been beaten to a pulp and sent fleeing in a sorry state. His heart filled with extreme joy, and he could not help but burst into loud laughter. At this moment, his mood was truly even more ecstatic than the day he ascended to the position of Cult Leader.