Volume 1, Chapter 41: Bringing Two Bottles of Celestial Drunkenness for Everyone to Taste

Despite his utmost efforts to save the old man's life, what he won back in return was merely half a year of paralyzed existence on a sickbed, a life worse than death.

The black-clad captain was deeply unwilling to resign himself to this. The more powerful the Heaven-Splitting Axe was, the more he desired it, prompting him to make one final, desperate gamble.

She knew that her sons were each more merciless than the last. When Tang Qing said he would do something, he followed through. Even if she was his mother, what could she do?

The next day, she woke up early and headed to the police station, hoping to see the chief. Even if it meant getting a bit more money—didn't the He family offer them a much larger sum?

Having agreed with Su Yanjue to let Su Ye stay for only one day, Ran Yunduo immediately took out her phone and dialed Su Ye's number.

Along the way, Qiao Muyun kept talking to Youran to ease her mind and prevent any unforeseen circumstances from arising.

Everyone raised their heads to look toward the entrance, only to find that his figure was long gone and the heavy doors were tightly shut.

"Just watch your movie, what the hell are you asking blindly for?" Tang Yuan low-growled with irritation.

Mu Jiao cast a calm glance over the scene, then grabbed her handbag and headed upstairs, deciding she didn't need to waste any energy caring about it.

Gu Chen glanced around to ensure no servants were passing by. Being someone who intensely detested trouble, he chose not to look for a maid, but instead crouched down and picked up the shattered glass shards piece by piece into his bare palm.

At this moment, even the ten supreme leaders could not pinpoint the Grand Steward's exact location. After the Nine-Tailed seduction, the Grand Steward disdained the temptation, released the Nine-Tailed, and vanished, leaving behind only nine auras to seal the nine spatial rifts in the starry sky.

There had already been countless incidents concerning Yan Ruyu today. Although nothing major had happened, it was still enough to leave one thoroughly vexed.

As long as the Crown Prince remained securely in the Eastern Palace, no matter how great Li Zheng's achievements might be, he would never be able to step foot into the imperial court.

Huo Qiyue pressed her lips into a thin line, ignoring Mu Zhaoyang, and instead took out her phone to call Shi Pianran.

Beneath the moonlight, Su Xuerou, dressed in a graceful and light gown, appeared even softer and more delicate than usual.

Along with this, Empress Xue’s Fengyi Palace was reopened. Empress Xue returned to prominence, taking charge of palace affairs.

Guyu instantly breathed a sigh of relief, wearing an expression of utter liberation as she pressed her hands together in front of her chest and chanted a silent Buddhist prayer. She had actually thought her young mistress had lost her memories.

Now that she had a top-tier powerhouse like Sister Youyou protecting her, she naturally wanted to go and have a wild time in the Mad Beast Empire.

Ever since I stepped in, that black man had spoken very little. Unlike other black men who were tall and strongly built, he appeared rather frail. I guessed that this man was likely connected to drugs in one way or another.

By employing special methods, those newly ascended main gods could enable people to enter the Law Secret Realm, acquire law seeds, and subsequently buy out their reputations while casting the imperial family in the role of villains. Over time, the authority of the imperial family could be severely undermined.

Naturally, there were no actual flowers on those faces, but they all shared a single common characteristic: a slave mark branded on their left cheek, serving as proof of their former status as slaves.

Chu Feng had never imagined that such an idle, casual livestream could propel him to break four hundred million in popularity in one fell swoop.

Next were the two cavalry regiments, registering a combined combat loss of two hundred and fourteen men, seventy-three heavily wounded, and two-and-thirty-seven lightly wounded.

Moreover, his blade momentum was ceaseless; the sea of crimson eyes within the room shattered and vanished in sweeping waves amidst the gale whipped up by the sword qi.

As Zhang Yuanhao thought this, he shuddered involuntarily, quickly shaking his wolf head to cast aside these distracting thoughts. Compassing his expression, he looked toward the somewhat dazed Leopard Triplet Brothers.

Ye Chen’s eyes grew increasingly profound. He gazed at his burned clothing and felt the stinging pain on his skin, yet he said nothing, remaining utterly calm.

Seizing this brief opening, Zhang Yuanhao summoned the Spirit-Driving Bamboo Flute. Channeling his spiritual power, he struck up a high-pitched melody. Although not well-versed in musical theory, he played it passably enough that vast swarms of venomous insects halted their frantic flight mid-air, tumbling down like a sudden rainfall or abruptly darting backward in retreat.

At that moment, the chieftain directly pushed open a stone door before him, gesturing for the marquis and Master Huang to step inside. Upon entering the basement, the marquis immediately furrowed his brow.

He was fretting over lacking an opportunity to go out and hunt for fortune, and this position as the head of external affairs was the perfect cover for him.

"Jingyan, who do you guess will be leading the company that returns first?" Di Qing asked. Having experienced it firsthand, he knew running the entire course was no walk in the park, which prompted his question.

Wang Ning naturally had no intention of delving too deeply into these matters. In fact, at this point, aside from a few specialized channels, he had severed all contact with the outside world. Even "pillow-talk partners" like Su Xiaoyan had no inkling of his whereabouts.

The red-light district where Jiang Nan currently found himself was one that the Dragon Gate had forcefully seized just days prior.

Director Wei received three slaps in a row. Not only was he left completely dazed, but the guests present were also struck dumb with astonishment.

Lu Xun initiated a discussion, saying, "What do you all think? With the military acting like this, can this organization actually succeed?"

When Zhou Daha’s list of crimes was finally submitted into Li Zhiyuan’s hands, Li Zhiyuan noticed the charge of attempting to assassinate the baby was missing, so he instructed the disciplinary inspection officers to investigate further, subtly leaking a hint of information to them in the process.

Liu Shifang desperately wished to take those words as a joke—in truth, they ought to have been a joke—yet he found himself utterly unable to laugh. The teasing gleam in the other party's eyes troubled him deeply.

Yet, considering Shen Gongbao’s "monumental achievements," upon his death, all he received was a single sigh from the Primordial Saint.

However, when Lin Xingrong met Wang Ning’s gaze, his body still trembled involuntarily. By the time he snapped out of it, Wang Ning had already turned his head away.