Chapter 059: Shall We Sleep Together?

As these words fell, the entire audience was thrown into an uproar. Yet Wen Ni’s lips remained curled in a deep smile, as if it were not she who had been abducted. She waited until the commotion gradually died down before continuing, “I have no idea what the purpose of kidnapping me was. They didn’t want money, nor people—they simply kept me locked up, not allowing me to leave. Anyone who didn’t know better might have thought they were protecting me.”

As she finished, Wen Ni’s smile blossomed even brighter, deliberately adding, “If I had come out any later, I fear Miss Shen Xue-ning here would have had to deliver my speech for me today. I couldn’t possibly trouble Miss Shen with such a taxing task, so I hurried along as fast as I could…”

Qin Rou, both shy and anxious, lowered her pretty face, so embarrassed that she could only stare at her own toes.

In the laboratory, Takada Ryuui and Shingetsu Mamoru were quietly cleaning the shelves that held the containers for the shimmering dolls.

But I didn’t use a large-scale skill—I’m no fool. Even if I managed to seize the Founding Decree by rushing in, how would I escape afterward?

Transcendent-form Ex, wielding a rainbow-hued short sword, became a phantom streaking through the air. The crimson-eyed Dima Jaa before him raised its hands to strike, but the two whistling giant blades swung through empty space, hitting nothing.

Qin Tian refused to give up. He invoked the power of “speech as law,” merging it with the Sovereign Avatar. Two unique forces from the myriad realms poured into the silent black divine throne beneath him.

Spring Grass, unwilling to argue further with Wan Feng, called out to Lü Ziqi to ferry her across the river, returning to her Peach Blossom Spring.

“Grandpa, are you joking with me?” he exclaimed in surprise. The grandfather who had instilled two decades of anti-superstition thought had such a stunning mural hidden in his own home.

In the Four Domains and Nine Realms, emperor artifacts with eight dragon patterns are exceedingly rare treasures. As for those with nine, only the Eternal Life Empire, the Savage Beast Domain, and the Golden Celestial Domain are likely to possess them; all other factions have none.

The Zhao Yun Temple consists of two courtyards, covering just over twenty acres, yet its overall design is orderly and imposing. As Zhu Ziping and the others entered through the temple gates, they found the Hall of Righteousness, the Five Tigers Hall, the Monarch and Minister Hall, and the Marquis of Shunping Hall all solemn and dignified. They paid their respects to the bronze statue of Zhao Yun with utmost reverence.

Mu Xichen walked shoulder to shoulder with him, pulling him in a flash into the tomb chamber. Behind the coffin, the fat man and Mu Xichen squatted quietly, holding their breath to avoid the pursuit of the corpse.

“But my defensive skills are lacking,” Zhang Yuan admitted. In truth, he didn’t mind playing as the national team’s attacking midfielder—being farther from the goal was nothing. Last time he played as a second striker, he was still doing a midfielder’s work.

“Fine, I hope so. I don’t want my money wasted! If there’s still no improvement, I’ll fire him!” Qian Huan replied.

“What do you mean, ‘we’? I think people everywhere are the same; it’s only when you see your partner at their most handsome that you truly fall for them!” Anna retorted.

“After crossing the Bridge of Forgetfulness and the Yellow Springs Road, you reach the Underworld. So, will you cross or not?” Chen Feng sighed.

As for the Heavenly Net Demon King, his defenses were utterly shattered just moments ago by a barrage of demon-breaking arrows that struck directly at his last line of protection.

“I imagine those three gentlemen are enjoying the fine hospitality of the police station right now!” Cheng Weiliang said with a smile.

Originally, the students chatting in the classroom immediately rushed out with excitement, joining the chase to block the unlucky boy who’d been given a red card. He ran everywhere, but was finally cornered by a hundred people in the hallway, caught, and brought downstairs to the main hall to be dealt with by Daoming Si.

With a thunderous crash, the tall coffin lid fell backward. Those who had already retreated were forced even farther back.

Zhang Yuan dashed in from beside Kompany, trying to intercept the ball. Joe Hart charged out in time, sliding in to block Zhang Yuan’s path with his foot. Zhang Yuan failed to intercept the pass, and the fortunate Joe Hart cleared the ball away with a kick, not daring to use his hands.

If only he could refine one more Ghost King, he’d complete the set of a hundred ghosts, and with that, he could advance to the Eight-Turn Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Gu.

Wherever he went, a gentle breeze swept through, pacifying all. Whether it was violet thoughts or a crimson tide, both were dissolved by the wind.

“We’re all family here—there’s no need to stand on ceremony. Achieving this result was thanks to the Ministry of Works’ great support, even with their limited authority. Since Brother Li is here on official business today, of course he should be kept informed,” he said, giving Chang Gui a meaningful look.

Chen Hao smiled faintly and began to chant. The grand sound of the Dao flowed from his tongue in an instant, as golden lotuses blossomed and drifted outward, swirling and dancing around Wan Yi Shui.

Many impoverished scholars were deeply in debt, pinning their hopes on passing the imperial exams in the capital, becoming officials, and finally repaying what they owed.

Given Xiao Chen’s medical skills, he only needed to sniff the medicine just now to deduce most of the ingredients in the Barrier-Breaking Pill. It wouldn’t be long before he could reconstruct the entire formula.

“Brother Gongsun, you actually killed someone from Azure Sky Palace. Have they been completely wiped out?” Lin Feng asked, his brow furrowed.

Moreover, the next step in Qi Tian’s Soul Dao cultivation required not only the usual soul essences, but also some from the primordial era.

After three rounds of intense intimacy, Mu Bai finally let go of Nalan Bing and drifted off to sleep, yet the unique fragrance from his body only grew stronger.

Behind Lan Feng, in a patch of void, countless long blades flashed coldly, emanating an indomitable aura.

In truth, Shen Yanbo was taking advantage, and if she weren’t so emotionally dense, he wouldn’t have acted so impatiently.

The experts who followed Yang Yan in those years mostly became Sages. Upon returning to the Twin Star Continent, they faced suppression by the laws of Heaven, an unavoidable fate.

“Even if it costs your life?” Jiang Yun Yao suddenly narrowed her eyes, drawing close to Aunt Liu.

Rong Tian, Ye Lingxi, and the others disembarked from the plane and, as they reached the exit, immediately saw Wang Botao from the Chinese Consulate in San Francisco, who had come to pick them up.

Those who dared break the rules and harbor ill intentions would face the harshest punishment the sect could deliver—no exceptions.

Upon hearing this, the purple dragon swept its claw, sending a secret manual flying out. Just as Wang Dong reached for it, a purple claw-shadow darted out like lightning and snatched it away.