Chapter 65: Coercion
“Monroe, I’ll head to court now. If anything comes up, just speak to Ling’er directly. That girl is clever—Daxi picked her out himself,” Qin Xiao said, picking his clothes up from the floor and slipping them on. Then, with a smile, he helped his companion into a pale blue dress.
“Your Majesty, do you need to lean against the wall to walk?” Wang Menglu asked, her cheeks flushed.
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Firstly, the rats are large, making them easier for you to handle. Secondly, because of their size, they’ll be more destructive when they return. Ye Qingci dared not make her warning too obvious; if Qi Wei didn’t act, she’d end up as the culprit.
Lian Yunsheng stared at the screen, watching countless tips for using the Traveler’s Gu scroll by. Each could be exchanged for a mere three to five resources, making them remarkably cheap.
The second requirement was that the cultivator must possess heartfire—not simply a fire spiritual root, but a natural source of flame within the heart, like the innate fire of the Qilin elder.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s all right,” Mrs. Ma said, sensing her fear and doing her best to steady her tone.
As Chang Yuchun’s eldest illegitimate son, Chang Mao was only five years old, but already so mischievous that even Zhu Yuanzhang knew of his antics.
Yet, as for what exactly went wrong between her and Jin Chengye, or whether they were divorcing, neither of them mentioned a word.
Those who didn’t meet the trial’s standards—anyone below the late acquired stage—hung their heads in disappointment.
Lian Yunsheng heard no further details, and likely neither did the gossiping neighbors in Lian family village.
After all, in the Tato kingdom, those corrupt officials and profiteers from outside would always be outsiders. Even after obtaining Tato citizenship and escaping the pursuit of the Tiancheng Commonwealth, they still had to obey the rule of Tato’s government and military police.
Gui Bachi listened in a daze, and when Fang Hu finished speaking, he lowered his head and drained the wine in his bowl.
Mo Fan smiled faintly, unsealed his own wine jar, lifted it to his lips, and took a long swig, wiping away the wine from the corner of his mouth in a casual gesture.
Because none of them understood Jinghong’s situation well, no one expected such a move from its people. Who could have foreseen that Fang Hu, known for his ferocity, would be the first to notice?
As soon as Mo Zhian finished speaking, he glanced at Xiong Shan and the others lying nearby. The effects of the alpha reagent were wearing off, and they were beginning to return to normal, their chests rising and falling faintly—their lives hanging by a thread.
“Chun’er, don’t argue with her. Pay the money. Let’s go—the crown prince is still waiting for me,” Yuchan said, casting a provocative glance at Meiguo, tucking the hairpin into its brocade box, and turning to leave.
In the face of such an immense gamble, no matter who won, the loser would be utterly ruined, and the winner would walk away with a fortune—but in the end, no one could ever outwin the owner of the casino.
“Tell me—do you still remember how to sing the Tianfeng Army’s marching song?” Qingshui shouted.
The moment Elder Kaba Ye entered, he saw a cascade of ever-shifting colored lights unfold before his eyes.
At the front of the team, two people stared wide-eyed, their faces all but spelling out, “How is this possible?”
Long Hui couldn’t help but shudder. He could honestly say he’d never felt such a terrifying presence in his life.
Although Qin Zongquan was brought down by a coalition of military governors, with his defeat, the anti-Caizhou alliance quickly disintegrated. Zhu Quanzhong, Zhu Xuan, and Zhu Jin—once sworn brothers—fell out almost instantly, launching a fierce struggle for supremacy over the Central Plains.
When he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. His fingertips began to move, and a spirit talisman gradually materialized—an embodiment of all his understanding of the Great Way, drawn together from previous methods and forged into this new charm.