Chapter 77: The Edict for Disaster Relief

Blood stained the ground red. Zhao Su stood with a long blade in hand, his robe sleeves soaked in blood, resembling a murderous god newly emerged from the depths of hell.

The scene was utterly silent, so still that the fall of a needle could be heard.

Thousands of disaster victims and the imperial guards stared blankly at this spectacle. Only after a long pause did the crowd erupt into waves of cheers.

"Long live the Prince! Long live, long live, ten thousand years!" The people of Wan County, once plunged into misery...

Just as she nearly tumbled off the bed, a pair of cold hands caught her in time.

Li Ning listened, suddenly enlightened, and the two continued walking in the mountain hollow. It was midday; though autumn had already settled in, the valley's low terrain kept the cold winds at bay, so the sunlight felt pleasantly warm.

She spoke, and the Fifth Prince nearly bit his tongue in frustration—he was a step too late! The Empress and Ah Feng would now attribute their gratitude to Tianfu.

Zhang Youde said no more, respectfully agreed, and left. For such a simple matter, he lingered outside for quite some time; meanwhile, inside, not even a cup of tea was presented before the Emperor—Zhang Youde was a veteran of the palace and never careless.

That evening, Pei Junhao brought dinner to the bedroom. After carrying Mu Zhihan back, he let her rest in the room. She lay quietly on the large bed, her head leaning against the headboard, watching him bring the steaming dishes. Her mouth watered quickly—after running for so long, her stomach was already in rebellion.

In the past, Li Dan Niu would have heard those words with a face full of pride, but now not a trace of joy was left on his expression.

"Is that so?" Another cold voice sounded, and Zhou Chu felt something icy pressed against the back of his head.

Late into the night, she lay in bed, not asleep, staring at the ceiling, her mind a tangled mess, unable to sort her thoughts.

Her voice was quiet, yet chillingly calm, as cold as ice, each word striking his heart.

"If you don't act soon, don't blame me for kicking you off the stage." Ding Xiaoyan was far from satisfied with her victory—she wanted Marlboro to fight her with all his strength. Only when he gave everything and she defeated him would she truly feel vindicated.

Unable to hold back any longer, he began to grow angry, his expression full of misery, as though saying: Don't keep wasting time like this, don't keep making trouble like this, if you dare keep it up, don't blame me for being harsh, and if you persist, Chen Fei shouldn't expect mercy from me.

The people in the Earth Hall hesitated; the materials they carried were precious, treasures they had saved for years, many of which they couldn't bear to part with.

What they lacked was practical combat experience. As long as they kept going, more and more would break through, and their strength would grow ever greater.

Asia Group spent the entire morning under a gloomy cloud, but the Huo Corporation was quite the opposite. Huo Qingnan spent the morning with a smile on his lips, showing his good mood. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he picked up the phone on his desk, dialing the internal line.

Sitting by the window, Xia Huan looked out through the glass at the bustling street, cars streaming by, and the imposing Huo Corporation ahead.

She spoke with a cheerful smile, trying to ease the tension, her bright, captivating eyes occasionally glancing at the open door.

A single drop of millennia-old stone essence, according to ancient records, could raise a low-level cultivator by three stages. Yet with him, even a single major realm couldn't be crossed.

"There's no time," Lin Yi murmured, immediately grabbing a surgical knife from the cabinet nearby. He pulled the patient's clothes aside, preparing to operate on the spot.

Moreover, she could see clearly: with Qin Yi and the others not joining the journey to the Spiritual Domain this time, wasn't this the perfect opportunity for herself?

As Liu Quan Si accepted Su Mengdie's indenture contract, Zhao Fei led the three young masters down from the second floor.