Chapter 41: You Take the Lead

Having been friends for many years, Xiao Yi naturally knew his temperament well.

It was rare for a man who was always self-disciplined and calm to sound so irritable, so he must have been disturbed.

Xiao Yi dared not delay and reported the truth: "Brother, this is an emergency. Your sister and your fiancée are at my bar, and they’ve gotten drunk."

Shen Yichi’s tone turned stern: "You intend to..."

He had arrived early in the morning, full of high spirits, wanting to see if Ji Jinyun was ready, as they were due to leave the palace before long.

"Haha... haha... sorry, my foot slipped. But you can just lap it up off the floor, right? Haha..." The guy said smugly before walking away.

Although Chu Ge was no stranger to the ways of the world, he had to admit that his wife’s figure and beauty were top-tier, and he found himself momentarily mesmerized.

As a direct disciple of the Supreme Celestial Wutian, he was equivalent to a core disciple of the Celestial Hall, with all his cultivation resources provided by the Hall itself.

Chu Ge continued browsing his phone, checking various news about Venice and marking down the locations of different wineries.

Old Uncle Fu muttered to himself that the man was merely wise after the event, though he dared not say it aloud.

Wiping down the rifle on the table, Sheng Dalun, despite his exhaustion, could not hide the joy on his face. With the success of this firearm production, the imperial court would surely bestow a heavy reward, and his hard work would finally be handsomely repaid.

He had witnessed with his own eyes Xu Xiao being beaten to death. Had he known Feng Yuxiu was still alive, he would never have dared to continue his charade, let alone exploit Feng Yuxiu’s name to pose as his sworn brother.

Ordinary craftsmen were easy to manage as no one paid them much mind, but the highly skilled master artisans were a different matter; inventing a plausible reason for their disappearance was quite a headache.

One had to realize that the Vast Sword Technique, which had stirred up the entire Vast Star, was only of high-level Earth grade.

The group had also just learned that Gu Hong’s wife had been brutally murdered, which left them feeling deeply unsettled, especially Li Hu, whose eyes revealed a look of shame.

Vow-power was different; its quality was nearly ten times that of divine power, and it contained not a single stray thought.

It seemed the investigation had not been thorough enough. How could someone who spent their days in nightclubs and spoke nothing but lies be innocent?

"I have never been able to see through Ye Mingxin. For years, he has occupied the top spot of the Hidden Dragon list, and my master has never permitted me to duel him, which is why I, Langping, harbor some reservations," Lin Langping said in a low, heavy voice.

Damn An Hanchen, he was playing his rogue games again. Bai Yumo bit her lip tightly.

Moreover, it was only compiled once every ten years. To put it simply, imagine a country undergoing a massive war; the authorities, through their understanding of the entire nation, could quickly know where to mobilize troops and where to find grain... It wasn’t just the monarch; the entire imperial court relied on these ledgers to keep a firm grasp on the situation.

He Jia followed Lu Yuan’s suggestion and added advertisements for funeral and wedding services beneath the custom cake promotions.

Zhang Jie was dressed in white, with traces of frost at his temples; his spirit and vitality were far from the elegance of the peerless general who had returned from the Xihe and Pingxia campaigns years ago.

When Yao Xue and Qin Su emerged from the hospital, Yao Xue’s expression was full of anxiety, while Qin Su smiled, looking quite happy.

The secret passage was not long. Before long, Chen Jiuyou arrived inside the chamber, where the first thing to meet his eyes were three lines of blood-red characters on the stone wall.

Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps approached from afar. Bai Qi opened his eyes instantly, watching the direction of the noise with a vigilant gaze.

Just as Wang Tiande was stunned by the speed of Ye Zhengfeng’s movement, a strange cyan glow emanated from Ye Zhengfeng’s fingertip. He struck Wang Tiande with a single finger, but after pressing against his clothing, nothing else happened.