Chapter 112: Nangong Ling

The carriage sped along the official road, yet it still took a long time to return to the capital. The Emperor’s condescending bow to Lu Qingqing remained a thorn in her heart.

But Lu Qingqing never expected danger to arrive so swiftly.

On the mountain path, a massive boulder had tumbled down, blocking their way. Lu Qingqing dismounted to investigate, with Bei Yu Yi following closely behind her.

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Turning enemies into friends, making opponents attack their own comrades—this was the power of Ye Lan’s mesmerizing soul technique.

“Do you despise my background? I neither steal nor owe anyone anything. If you look down on me, then there’s no reason for us to meet. Please don’t come looking for me again,” Huang Caohua said, breaking free from Chen Rongyao’s grasp as she left the banquet hall.

Su Mu glanced at the enormous bronze coffin. She had just clearly heard the heavy, prolonged breathing coming from within it.

Seeing her silence, and recalling all that had happened in her past life, Zhang Yuhang’s fury surged again. He strode over and slammed his foot hard onto Wang Ru’s abdomen.

Living here with a great demon king who had mastered the path of slaying, who knew when she might regain her memories? What would he do then?

Though the back mountain was not very tall, it still rose several hundred meters. On the cliffside, enormous rocks jutted out, and ancient trees twisted their roots around them.

He was the Primordial Emperor, well-versed in numerous cultivation methods, and the divine scriptures in his mind could fill the entire bamboo hut.

Before he could react, Zhang Yuhang casually took a long blade from one of the Heaven’s Guards and slowly approached him.

With investors pulling out, Fei Huang Group’s funding would soon run dry. By then, forget about maintaining operations—they wouldn’t even be able to cover losses by digging into the Su family’s reserves.

“With such a huge commotion, why don’t I feel the earth shaking?” Daoist Tian Yun frowned and muttered.

“If that’s the case, Auntie, just keep it for now. If we ever get together, we won’t forget you,” Gao Qing declared confidently, as if anticipating a joyous wedding feast.

Meng Qi took a single stride and sat on the motorcycle. The seat was comfortable. As he gripped the handlebars, a wave of satisfaction rose within him.

Both sons were already pushing twenty-six or twenty-seven, nearing thirty, yet still unmarried, without even a set engagement date. As a father, he was understandably anxious.

Apart from the monstrous bodies littering the coast and the Apostle weighing heavily on their minds, Meng Qi’s mission to the Dead Sea could be considered largely accomplished.

A mournful cry! The tiger-headed man’s clumsy body failed to react in time and was sliced through by a sword, leaving a terrifying wound on his massive frame.

At that moment, his phone rang—it was an unfamiliar number. He had sent out many resumes recently; this was likely a call for an interview.

Yet, with such meager strength, daring to send someone out to probe their depths—he wondered whether they were narrow-minded fools or simply arrogant beyond measure.

“Here’s what we’ll do! Duoduo, since the king’s palace has been ruled out, only the Heavenly Street Market and the cave on the back mountain remain. Let’s investigate the Heavenly Street Market first... Let’s investigate,” Baozi said.

The house had not been inhabited for a long time; a thick layer of dust covered the interior. As the door was pushed open, a blast of smoke and dust greeted them, mingled with a faint musty odor.

In the bedroom, Liu Shishi curled up asleep on the bed. Lei Chen gently covered her again with the towel he had kicked away, then slipped under the covers himself. Unexpectedly, this movement startled her awake.

If Cheng Feifei’s fans found out he had not only flirted with their idol but also blatantly taken advantage of her, they would probably tear him apart and feed him to the dogs.

Aside from that, there was another category—works that leveraged advanced technology to completely surpass the social standards of their time. These were more engaging because they transplanted familiar elements back to over a decade ago.