Chapter 22: The Peculiar Behavior of Steward Wang

“Sir, what should we do now?” Lin Jing approached with a troubled expression. As an advisor under Qin Yu, he naturally hoped the case would be closed swiftly, with the kiln owner taking the blame—that would be the best outcome.

Unfortunately, Prince Su was not convinced by this conclusion.

“Keep investigating,” Qin Yu replied.

“There was no information found. Their gatherings were always arranged at the last minute, and most of them didn’t even know each other,” said the captive, clearly a pawn meant to be sacrificed. Ouyang Pengcheng did not expect to learn much from his memories.

The next day, Leng Yue was informed that the Empress Dowager would return before the Emperor’s birthday. Leng Yue stood frozen on the spot.

“Su Yan! I never expected it to be you! If you want to die, then I will grant your wish!” Black Spirit’s entire form turned into a thick mist, fiercely passing through Su Yan’s body. The entire space shattered into countless fragments under Black Spirit’s fury, and Su Yan began to slowly disappear.

Suddenly, the overwhelming murderous aura returned! Su Yan and Cang Lan felt a tightness in their chests, and a sweet taste spread across their tongues.

“You You, don’t worry. I won’t let you down!” After hearing Tang Youyou’s heartfelt words, Ming Potian was deeply moved. He silently vowed to cherish You You even more and never let her suffer any grievance.

As countless lights drew nearer, the sound of gunfire erupted into a cacophony. It appeared to be the forces of Milu Nation clashing with the skeleton monsters—the most bizarre battle in Earth’s history had begun.

At the center of this space was a small stone pit filled with water, where fish and shrimp played. Xiao Yao clearly heard their conversation.

Without pause or hesitation, every movement flowed seamlessly. Chu Yu had just fallen into his embrace when his lips captured hers.

The ministers supporting the Right Chancellor also wore grim expressions. The so-called fair trial was a game to these old foxes of politics—they knew all too well that the more they investigated, the more charges would pile up. They looked deathly pale as soldiers restrained them.

Seeing the Empress Dowager’s kindness and love for Ah Feng and the Empress, the Emperor was genuinely joyful from the heart. Even if it meant mobilizing troops and causing some trouble for Huangfu and Jiang Ming, it was worth it.

Leaning against Lillard’s chest, memories of his furious roars as he reached his peak in my hands last night brought a faint smile to my lips.

The soul that had inhabited this body for over twenty years was finally about to be released. I wondered, after her death… would she return to the modern world like the protagonists in TV dramas? Or would she be reborn directly?

“Cuimei, where are you going?” Zhu Bi called out, his face slightly cold. When Bi Ru came looking for her earlier, she had said something that made him realize Cuimei should have been eliminated once her problems surfaced.

Su Xue and Zhang Shen were both shocked. Now that Ye Feng’s cultivation had reached a staggering pinnacle of the Divine Sea Realm, about to step into the Divine Heaven Realm’s elite, no one could subdue him. Yet, unexpectedly, they had fallen behind.

Over a thousand spear-length javelins gleamed with chilling light. At that moment, they were hurled forth, slicing through the long sky with continuous sharp whistles.

The various pains she endured today were unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life; she began to suspect that Heaven intended for her to feel all the pain of her lifetime in a single day.

Sharp wooden stakes pierced Danny’s chest. His face turned a bluish-purple, and his pupils glowed a beautiful violet.

“My elder brother was just frustrated for not asking your surname!” The Thirteenth Prince hurriedly stopped the hunter’s shoulder and smiled gently as he spoke.

The large tree wobbled several times, its leaves frightened and scattering wildly to the ground, hitting someone’s face in a chaotic flurry.

As long as the heirship of Young Master Guang was established in this court, half the battle would be won.

Lying on the ground was a corpse, now mummified but still clad in military uniform, with a rifle lying beside it.

From outside the cave, several young men strode in, their eyes sharp and spirits high. Each had peak cultivation at the Nine Turns Half-Saint level, exuding unmatched power and arrogance.

To break free from the restrictions of the Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain, the only way was to ascend to the Divine Realm.

In modern society, no matter the reason—disaster or war—if any corner of the world sees hundreds or thousands dead, it becomes headline news worldwide, causing panic. Let alone millions.

Everyone in the room was quite perceptive, yet the reverence they imagined for Zhao Zheng and his ideal goals still diverged considerably.

As the saying goes, people’s talents can be infuriating. Others’ innate gifts were here; even without my luck, their cultivation speed surpassed mine.

Originally, the Earth Alliance and Earth cultivators might have taken action. But once the giant toad appeared, everyone understood the situation.

“Who the hell?” Tang Si quickly withdrew his hand, his face flushed as he cursed. After being struck by that shadow, the back of his hand felt like a boiled shrimp, blood vividly red.

A pure white waterfall cascaded down, water splashing and roaring like thunder, endless mist spreading a chilling coldness.

“Then don’t even think about it. I won’t help you for nothing! These belong to me!” Lin Xiao waved his hands, drawing a circle in the air, claiming over a thousand barrels of fire oil for himself.

Soon, the sound of water from the bath echoed from the bathroom. Xia Liu, already somewhat drowsy, soon slipped into a hazy dream. In her sleep, she felt someone slip under the covers and embrace her.