Chapter 42

"Spider Emperor, calm your temper a bit and don't be so irritable. Since you wanted to see me, this old woman has come out." That aged voice rang out once more.

"Changqing, didn't you fall asleep too? When did you wake up?" I looked at Li Changqing and asked.

After chuckling for a moment and noticing our strange looks, Li Changqing gave a mock cough and said no more.

Fang Jin bowed to the three of them—He Yunshuang and the others—and said, "Senior He once asked me how I knew someone would come to steal the medicine tonight."

"Hua Wu, do you think life is also like this?" Liu Yun seemed to have fallen into a trance-like state, murmuring softly to Hua Wu beside him.

Upon hearing this, Mu Zifei let out an inner sigh, thinking he was done for. Of all people to curse, he just had to curse a Saint Monarch-level powerhouse, and a notoriously spiteful one at that.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded on the street: two men of similar age, one laughing heartily while the other knelt on the ground.

To the Avatar of Desolation's surprise, however, a full several breaths passed, and still no one made a move.

"So what? The sins that should not exist in this world will ultimately not prevail. I cannot destroy you, but at least I have withstood all your power, and soon someone will come to save you." Fendai's pink eyes flashed, resembling butterflies dancing in a dream.

Lin Xi blinked her dry eyes hard, let out a soft sigh, and instead of answering my question, she pulled a can of beer out from somewhere—whether from inside her coat or her trouser pocket—as if performing a magic trick.

"Then what is your role? Earlier you mentioned manufacturing and trafficking counterfeit medicines, but what about you? You couldn't possibly be running a street stall like them, could you? Where are the distribution channels for these acquired medicinal herbs?" Yi Yongkang asked.

Qin Ashou had always known that Chu Nan was undefeated across the entirety of Jinling No. 3 High School. Such a school bully would never dare to provoke him.

As for Two of Strips, it goes without saying; its popularity had already swept across the entire continent of Sparrow God. Hong Zhong had once seen a shop selling Two of Strips for breakfast in Jiubing City. But when it came to authentic flavor, only the ones eaten in Erji City truly counted.

In fact, the last time funds were allocated to repair the road, Li Aiguo had already set his sights on that dilapidated temple, but back then the villagers, led by my grandfather, had resisted stubbornly.

"Where do you usually go when you aren't staying in this room? Do you go on missions? What kind of things do you do?" Mu Weiwei asked with curiosity, wishing she could dissect him right then and there.

"Seize the treasures!" Someone roared, and experts from all sides stepped across the void, heading toward the nine supreme treasures in the center. They knew that acquiring just one would allow them to roam freely in the realm of reincarnation.

Seeing that Liu Bao had made up his mind, Zhang Xun found it difficult to say anything further and simply gave the order for the troops to make camp on the spot.

The next moment, countless vines materialized out of thin air around Western Poison. Before he could even recover from his astonishment, the vines tightly bound him and began to crush him with frenzied force.

I kicked her, but despite putting all my strength into it, the kick had no effect on her whatsoever.

The princess was both ashamed and angry, and at daybreak, she went to pour out her grievances to her mother. Little did she know that the head housekeeper had already slandered the princess to the empress, portraying her in the worst possible light. Wanli had long since distanced himself from the empress; she had lived her entire life without bearing children and was deeply trapped in the whirlpool of jealous imperial concubines. This malicious slander naturally hit its mark.

Over the next few days, Daydream accompanied Liuhuo to take in the vast grasslands while General Zhongli busied himself with military affairs, preparing to return to Wengang as soon as possible.

Just as Zhang Li and the others left the eleventh floor heading toward the twelfth, some pressure vessel in the multi-purpose lecture hall ruptured and burned, emitting several loud bangs. Smoke, debris, and charred limbs flew out in all directions.

"You've come too?" Luo Qianhan asked. Logically speaking, Gu Yan'yi should have been guarding that place.

She turned to leave, but was reined in by Qiu Ling. Giving Qiu Ling a cold glance, she caught a glimpse of Jing Mofxu slowly approaching not far behind, and thus refrained from shaking Qiu Ling off.

Just as now, Xu Yang had been thrown into prison because of him, and Jiuhuang had humbled herself before him to save Xu Yang, stopping just short of begging aloud.

Jing Mofxu's face suddenly entered Han Shui'er's field of vision. The originally beautiful scenery instantly transformed into a "punchable" face, ruining her good mood entirely.

Watching the shadow guard depart, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Yang Jin's face. After so long, he had finally accomplished something. While it was worth celebrating, this was merely a beginning; many more matters lay ahead. Jiuhuang, Mu Kun, Zhao Xuan, and Zhao Yun—each and every one of them would have to be dealt with in turn.

"Not really, I just didn't expect an amiable old gentleman like you to hold such an identity. It really was well hidden."

The ground and stone steps in front of the palace were paved with marble. Not far away, clear springs gushed forth, and lush green trees surrounded the palace, making everything appear tranquil and serene.

The new academy was nothing out of the ordinary, consisting primarily of three parts: dormitories, classrooms, and dining halls, with some auxiliary facilities like restrooms thrown in. The artisans of the Ministry of Works already had experience, making the construction of the academy a familiar endeavor.