Chapter 17

“Exactly. Asking you to estimate a year's income based on today’s earnings was an opportunity for you to contribute to the court, yet you dared to refuse? Could it be that you have no intention of serving the court?” The taller man was clearly more eloquent than the shorter one.

Qin Mu dared not reveal the truth—that some in her family wished for her birth, while others were strongly opposed—so she simply moved on to the next question.

Haha, isn’t our Mo Han brilliant? Everything was carefully planned by him. The next chapter will reveal the exact reasons.

After Yan Xi finished sighing, she curiously asked, “Commander, why are you willing to talk to me so much this time?” He spoke in such detail, when she had expected a cold, dismissive remark.

She then stepped out of the inn, but before they could leave, a group descended from above and immediately called out to them without hesitation.

However, after swaying his body, he quickly regained his composure. His child had yet to be rescued; he could not falter or show weakness. He had to hold on—only after his son was safe could he rest.

Liu Dehua’s attitude eased Lu Yang’s tension, but the next words from the other man made him nervous again.

“Get lost! Who allowed you to be here?” Before he could finish, Tian Qi’s face turned cold and he shouted sternly.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiexi knew the real show was about to begin—Hu Jing would surely have demands about this lunch.

Others gathered in small groups chatting, but Chen Jiexi was “ostracized,” sitting alone at the bar with no one to talk to.

Thus, she focused mostly on alchemy, hoping to compensate for her lack of strength through skill.

Chu Zhengchu fell silent. Deep down, Lord Chu was unwilling to believe that Rong Tang was a traitor who killed his father to seize the throne, but the facts were undeniable. What else could Chu Zhengchu say?

When Lu Shiyu led Shen Suixin into the ward, the person sitting on the bed quickly turned and spat something into the trash bin.

Everyone knew this was the law enforcement hall, so after initial surprise upon seeing it, they didn’t react much.

Because she soaked in cold water overnight and had a slight fever at the beginning of the month, she didn’t want to say more. She had planned to leave anyway, just not like this.

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“What’s going on here?” Dong San pushed in, his gaze on Zhou Mingshan calm but his mind alert.

The Yao royal clan died because of him. Now that he had escaped, guilt gnawed at him—he must seek revenge and clear their names.

“Hey, excuse me, why haven’t you delivered my things?” Su Wanqi asked directly.

How much did you not want to see Manager Pang and the others? This question was suppressed by the jailer, who dared not speak it aloud, while still dutifully guiding Lan Cheng.

Meanwhile, the Blood Monk, Water Monk, and several other prodigies fought fiercely, unleashing deafening sounds that shook the ground and echoed outward.

Because she noticed Ye Qingcheng had changed greatly, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint how.

In fact, even core upper members like Mo Dongshen were unaware of someone like Fang Xiaowei within the family.

I turned my head and walked forward resolutely. To appear authentic, I walked slowly, extending my hand to feign sensing the air currents. If I didn’t act convincingly, Niu Beidou would surely suspect me. Keeping him behind me was to reassure him, to perform for him.

“Let Wei Jie try to guess the basis on which His Majesty made such a decision!” Wei Jie said leisurely to Sima Yao.

At this moment, the black energy filled every part of Tang Yi’s body, turning his insides pitch black.

After Tian Mo spoke, he counterattacked with his aura. Indeed, this fellow was quite weak. With Tian Mo’s nearly Earth King-level soul, he quickly repelled him.

But that did not mean the effort and difficulty were low. Manipulating nine divine weapons simultaneously was beyond even his current ability. It required not only immense spiritual power but also exquisite mental control—that was the hardest part.

“Uh? Young Master Wei, what have you understood? Feel free to share!” Tuoba Gui smiled.

Basically, these Reception Cities were controlled by major forces like the Spirit Altar and Burning Tiger Path. Cultivators arriving from afar would first enter these places.

At that time, Zhou You had not yet returned to Spirit Spring Village or reached the pinnacle of an immortal. Even if the Ouyang brothers joined forces, he would have still been overwhelmed.

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Now even Zhou You felt embarrassed; Qi Sisi buried her head in the quilt, not daring to peek out.

Li Jiji looked at him worriedly, mentally scolding herself for always causing trouble, then slowly hid behind the big pine tree.

Ziwu was frustrated, unable to understand why, within the same barrier, the Danqing guest could detect the problem with the space while he could not. Was this the so-called gap? Clutching the Ziwu Manduanyue tightly, he gritted his teeth—he would reclaim his dignity.

Zhou You couldn’t help but recall: after acquiring the purple-red medicine, he began analyzing it with the Divine Farmer Cauldron.

I was astonished. Could my blood, through misfortune, have turned into a heavenly treasure?

I had to get to the bottom of this. After all, I believed this spiritual bead was our main concern now.

Those around naturally heard their conversation and grew even more excited. No one objected to their cutting in line for certification; many even offered blessings.

Recalling Gu Yuanmu’s wolf-like actions the night before, she felt her bones turn soft.

She glanced around; the scenery was unfamiliar, unfamiliar, unfamiliar—it seemed a place she had never visited.

But Xiao Fan couldn’t have stayed here long. After finding those materials, he still had to return the same way and find the exit. How long that would take was unknown. The Martial Arts Tournament was near—Xiao Fan wouldn’t waste time.

The key was this man’s stubbornness had reached a level that angered gods and men alike. Once he decided something, not even ten oxen could pull him back.