Chapter 145 Plan

Mazaha arrived at the state guesthouse with a heart full of疑惑.

“Hmph. Send someone to investigate what changes have taken place in the Great Qian Dynasty over the past year!”

As the princess of Persia, she had been lodged within the imperial palace, in the Foreign Guests’ Palace reserved for visiting dignitaries.

“Princess, didn’t you say His Majesty the Emperor of Great Qian was waiting for you at the Hall of Supreme Harmony? Are you still going…”

Besides, it was not as though any Martial King who swallowed a Bliss Blood Pill could temporarily rise to the level of a Martial Emperor. The person had to be someone like Taisui, who was only one step away from breaking through.

When Yang Chaoran heard Zhang Wei stand up for him, warmth filled his heart. Then he remembered that Zhang Wei could not actually help him with anything. He had not gone to the travel agency over there, so he would go to the one here instead.

He had actually persuaded the temple master to descend the mountain and aid the Old Sword Immortal. It was truly impossible to imagine how he had managed it.

No one objected. After everyone picked two pieces up from the ground, they quietly waited for Toxor to distribute the rest. He was the most senior among them, and his strength ranked near the top as well. If he had wanted to keep the items for himself just now, there would have been nothing they could do.

“Don’t worry. Father said that if this is merely ordinary commercial competition, the Xu family has nothing to fear from them. So long as they do not resort to underhanded methods, it will be fine. Up to now, they haven’t used any such methods.” Xu Qingya told Yang Chaoran what she knew.

Fan Zhiwei and the others were seething with anger as they speculated about the culprit. Some claimed it was the fencing coach from Sakura Island, since Sakura Island always boasted that fencing was its strong suit. Yet in the friendly tournament two months ago, the team led by Teng Honggang had completely crushed Sakura Island, and Fan Zhiwei had taken first place as well.

Then came the spoiled food, insects and snakes suddenly appearing in the beds, palaces collapsing and catching fire, and all manner of unforeseen disasters.

Not a single pebble or clod of earth fell. The entire city drifted upward into the clouds, transforming into a celestial city suspended high in the sky.

“Is she still angry?” He had resigned himself to what had happened with Honghui, and he knew that he was in the wrong where she was concerned.

She had only just picked up her chopsticks when a burning gaze fell upon her, fixed intently on the hand holding them.

Old Man Guo hesitated when he heard this. He stepped forward and continued, “I didn’t finish speaking earlier. In fact, back then, the gang was divided into two factions.”

Tang Song was just about to speak when his phone rang. Seeing that it was the hospital calling, he hurriedly answered.

When he returned to the old residence that evening, Luo Xun switched on the wall lamp and sat down on the dimly lit sofa, lost in thought as he recalled the past.

Lu Jiajia watched Xiang Lingtian’s departing back. Only after his figure gradually vanished from her sight did she go upstairs.

After all, Mu Chengze often attended gatherings of young heirs like this, whereas Mu Jinyuan was someone who rarely even attended business functions.

Duan Lang had finally found an opportunity to tear into Ye Qiao. He spared no effort, clearly intent on getting Xia Anduo to throw him out.

With a muffled “thud,” blood gushed forth. Liu Xia stared at her abdomen in disbelief as it streamed down the hem of her dress. On the other side, Dai Rao gripped the knife tightly and drove it viciously into Liu Xia’s body.

Seeing her pale face, cheeks wet with tears, Jiang Qingfeng felt a pang of heartache flicker through the depths of his tender eyes. At last—at long last—he could no longer withstand the longing in his heart and pulled her into his arms.

Qi Ran had more or less guessed Ding Yue’s intentions, but he still had to enter the Heavenly Dao Academy. His purpose was simple: one day, he would beat Xing Jiexiu to a pulp.

“What are you doing? How dare you strike the Third Princess? I’ll fight you!” a young man shouted, though he was unable to move.

A profound-force needle shot out, trailing a streak of cold light as it flew toward Lin Jiahao. Its target was his eye.

In the past, Huo Qinglin had occasionally received pointers from Mu Yunyou on the art of military command because he had attached himself to the Grand Tutor’s Residence. In truth, Mu Yunyou had taught him far less attentively than he had taught Su Xiaochen, but Huo Qinglin was nevertheless immensely proud of it. He often claimed to be a successor of Mu Yun’s Art of War and frequently mentioned it within the army.