Chapter 38: Where Has All the Wealth of the World Gone?

At this morning’s court assembly, Su Li deliberately arrived a little late. He pondered that if the Emperor truly wished to deal with He Tiansheng of Qingzhou, it would only be in these few days that he would seek Su Li’s help.

In order to force the Emperor’s hand, Su Li had specifically sent a letter last night to his godson-in-law, Liang Daokua, instructing him not to actually suppress the bandits, but instead to let He Tiansheng continue attacking the counties surrounding Qingzhou.

Only when He Tiansheng caused enough chaos would this...

“I just feel a bit dizzy. A little rest will set me right,” Ye Bingxi replied calmly. Her lips were pale, a clear sign of exhaustion and physical weakness.

At the very moment that crack appeared, Qin Wuluan—who had lain dormant in the Imperial City for a hundred thousand years—and the thirteen divine statues simultaneously burst forth with divine radiance. Fourteen beams of light shot toward the heavens, connecting with the distant sky, drawing all the boundless divine brilliance into themselves.

“Wei Hai—” That was the one-eyed man’s name. The Grand Elder seldom called him that; this time, it was clear he was truly displeased.

Upon hearing the Prince of the South say this, Luo Jun, who had been gradually regaining his composure, suddenly remembered. It seemed their own Marshal really did have such an agreement with the Prince of the South.

Long Teng looked out over Fenglong Valley, now entirely shrouded in emerald green and exuding the air of ancient times. He could feel the power of the True Dragon running freely through his meridians; waves of mighty energy surged from him, spreading without restraint and forcing the surrounding beasts to crouch low to the ground.

I came back to myself with a smile, holding her as we left the arena. The finals? I didn’t care. What I longed for was a battle with Shi Tian. On the way back to the room, I ran into Phantom. He glanced at the little Sand Grain clinging to me and grinned, “Well, what an adorable little doll.” With that, he planted a kiss on her cheek.

Wasn’t this the old broken phone? He’d gotten it fixed! I was sure I’d left it in my pocket, but when I reached for it, it was gone.

Within the shooting range, the only sound after the command “Fire!” was a rapid burst of ten explosive reports.

“You wretch! Look what you’ve done!” The eldest brother glared fiercely at the second, fury in his eyes as he shouted, standing over their third brother’s corpse.

With those words, the Daoist Hongjun produced a scroll-like object and handed it to the Grand Master.

So, that’s how Naruto ended up like this—barely a patch on his body unscathed, yet no serious injuries. That, of course, was Xia Li’s intent.

Sima Yanhua, clad in a narrow-sleeved tunic and a long skirt trailing to the floor, all in plain white, her hair in a fallen-horse bun, slender and graceful, with striking beauty, sat properly in her palanquin, sipping warm, milky bird’s nest soup.

The two had only just set out when the Defender of the Nation entered the palace. By the time he returned, an hour had already passed.

As soon as we got to bed, Qiye pulled me into a frenzy once more. I couldn’t understand why Liu Qiye was so obsessed with this; every time we finished, he hugged me so tightly it hurt my bones.

After lunch, the twins, as always, went to their room for a nap. Xu Li cleared away the dishes, then sat on the sofa silently smoking. His addiction wasn’t strong; he’d only picked it up in school, following the bad crowd so he wouldn’t get hassled every few days.

After the reforms, urged on by Yuanchun, Cheng Fang sold his job and started a logistics company in the county seat, making the business thrive.

His sword-shaped brows drew together as he glanced past He Yanchao in the passenger seat, trying to see something, but failed; he then attempted to look toward the back seat.

Suddenly halted by a force, he turned in surprise and met He Yanchao’s phoenix eyes, which glinted with a chilly light.

She had little experience surviving in the forest, but she knew enough to look for a spot close to water. After taking out her compass and choosing a direction, Yan Luo pressed onward.

Yu Xingmin took out a piece of paper with some basic information about Liu Songfeng. He scribbled and altered it, but then, feeling something was off, frowned, tore the paper up, and set it burning in the brazier.