Chapter Forty-Four: Feng Qingxi, the Greatest County in the Realm

"Your Majesty, please look!"
His voice rose, charged with inciting fury.
"This is the secret map found on the traitor Wen Changkong! It clearly marks the location of the deserted island and the route used to transport grain by sea!"
"There is also testimony from disciples of Watercloud Pavilion to prove it! Xiao Heng! What else do you have to say?"
His gaze swept over Xiao Heng like a venomous snake, then toward the doors of the hall.
"It's all because of her. If not for her, Princess, how could you have suffered such torment?" Yuxin could no longer hold back and began to sob.
"Young Master, is she truly of the extremely Yin constitution?" Mr. Liu asked inexplicably, surprised that the young master had even inquired about such matters.
The first sentence Feng Shujia believed, the second she knew was Shi Jin speaking well of Da Chun in front of her and Cailu.
Wei Anning laughed coldly to herself, unwilling to speak with him, so she turned her head away and saw the fruit plate before her, with fresh cherries. She picked one up and placed it in her mouth.
Wu Renyao was suddenly struck by a strange thought, shivered, and was so frightened that his drunkenness faded. Had he not relieved himself earlier, he would certainly have wet his trousers now.
Ma Liu had always followed Gao Hao closely. After the orders were given, within a quarter of an hour, the carriages for their journey were ready—two in all. Ye Qing hesitated, but eventually boarded the same carriage as Gao Hao.
Before Peach's eyes, the roof began to blur, revealing the interior of the house: in the center of the empty room stood a massive alchemy furnace, beneath which three streams of spiritual fire burned steadily. Scattered around were some clothes, clearly belonging to Cang Yue and Jin Lianxin. Besides these, nothing else remained.
Upon waking early today, just as yesterday, there was a lingering worry that Jing Yiren beside her might suddenly revert to her former self...
Zhang Jue felt despair. He had secured the advantage of timing, terrain, and unity; he had gained everything. In due time, perhaps even soon, he was certain he could stand against Taiyi and the whole world.
Looking at the demon's expression, Liu Yi had a thought: it seemed they had not seen through the "True Form Without Shadow" divine ability.
Solomon reached out, intending to push the black box back into place, but despite exerting all his strength, the box did not move in the slightest. It was as if an invisible force on the other side was blocking it, making it impossible for Solomon to budge the box.
"Brother Yang, I don’t know him either. He claims to be Mr. Zhang’s classmate, but we’ve never heard that Mr. Zhang had any classmates, have we?" Wang Jian blocked the so-called classmate with the dark complexion, speaking indignantly.
In this world, he could fully display his strength; so long as the great formation remained unbroken, even if the experts from various sects returned, they would not be able to oppose him.
"This is impossible!" Han Changqing erupted in rage. If Chen Qingdi entered the Heroes Assembly, according to its rules, he would inevitably share the resources of the Central Plains. Such a loss was unacceptable to him.
The system stopped absorbing Solomon’s mental energy. He forced a bitter smile; only a tenth of his mental power remained. He was not overly concerned—the loss would not affect his abilities, and he could still fight.
It was like those millionaires; though they had abundant wealth and didn’t care about a thousand yuan, if that thousand was swindled or taken by deceit, they could not accept it.
In her eyes, Shen Qiang was talented, handsome, youthful and wealthy, with a successful career—but these were merely excuses she used to comfort herself deep down.
From his exaggerated display, it was clear he preferred Lin Feng’s classic car over the bronze chime bells.
For example, the high freeboard variant of the Endless Sea Battlecruiser and the Galing armored cruiser currently under negotiation with the Aor people were essentially priced at four hundred fifty constant units per ton.