Chapter 54: Expelled from Changjing

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"Princess, when we arrived, he had already left," a guard said timidly, kneeling before the hall.

Qin Chuan finally emerged from his deep concentration, exhaling a long, turbid breath. Refining breath into spirit—he had done it once again. Dispelling the Dao seal in his hand, he turned toward the meditating Daoist, eagerly anticipating the method to suppress the hidden demonic nature. If it truly worked, it would undoubtedly be the best news he could possibly receive.

This appeared to be something the imperial court should handle, but disaster reports submitted upward were not always officially approved, meaning the main burden of disaster relief still fell upon wealthy local clans. In most cases, government offices merely stepped in to organize and call upon people to contribute funds—much like selling one's prestige. It was precisely the same as modern governments launching public fundraising campaigns when disaster struck.

Ding Kui was slightly taken aback. Ever since he had obtained the imperial edict and the golden plaque with the arrow, he had never taken them seriously, nor had he ever imagined a day when he would actually use them. Since he had no intention of locking horns with Zhang Jie, Gu Jun, or Jiang Xi, the imperial edict was essentially a useless object in his eyes.

A billow of white mist swept straight toward him, turning everything before his eyes into a stark blank where nothing could be seen, accompanied only by the sensation of his face growing damp and soaked with heavy moisture.

"Suppress the news! We must find a way to suppress the news!" Yasuji Okamura had not yet been entirely consumed by rage; he knew all too well what kind of disaster a collective surrender of hundreds of thousands of troops would bring upon the military.

Leibo raised his hand and shattered the lion's head on his chest, which had been blasted almost in two. Gripping his battle axe tightly with both hands, a massive surge of energy instantly flooded his entire body. Leo, not daring to be negligent, immediately summoned his double-nunchucks.

Zhu Bajie held Lady Luan'er in extremely high regard. Therefore, Li Yunfeng believed that as long as it concerned Lady Luan'er's life, Zhu Bajie would certainly follow through.

Clearly, the old abbot and Xue Shipan had joined forces to oppose her. It mattered little who had invited whom or who had approached the other first; what truly mattered was that they were all enemies.

Throughout his life on the run, the protagonist's relationship with both righteous and demonic factions grew increasingly tense. There was even the Ghost Valley constantly keeping watch over him. Surrounded by enemies on three fronts, how was he to survive and manage to find Mu Zihan?

Such terrifying and thunderous methods instilled fear and were utterly unimaginable. Even Liu Bei's close allies—such as Dong Zhuo, who was currently entirely consumed by the thought of becoming the imperial father-in-law—felt deeply apprehensive, largely due to a persistent rumor that had circulated for some time.

Having already endured the baptism of provincial-level Olympiad math finals, Lin Miao found studying the plebeian version of public textbooks an absolute breeze. In the span of a single class, he had already roughly flipped through half of the entire semester's textbook.

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Downstairs, two groups of admissions recruiters from the nation's top universities were mocking each other, causing such a commotion that even the neighborhood committee leaders were already on their way over. Yet, Lin Miao showed no intention whatsoever of opening the door.

Three piercing, miserable shrieks rang out. Before they could fly very far, the three four-winged angels were instantly sliced into fragments by dozens of black blades and plummeted to the ground.

Therefore, strictly speaking, Lin Miao was not only fiercely competitive in his bones, but also cold-blooded and ruthless.

"I am heading down first. You should think carefully about whether you still want to work here," Jiang Shengshan advised smoothly, leaving Song Jiaqian behind as he walked down the stairs by himself.

People do not only laugh when they are happy; a ridiculous situation can make one want to laugh even more. At that moment, Xiong Ti felt the affair was utterly absurd—beyond ridiculous.

Though she was not particularly well-versed in the esoteric arts of cultivation, she had loved studying classic texts on meridians and acupoints since childhood, and had received several pointers from her uncle. Thus, she believed that if Xiao Dingxu wished to elevate his inner strength and achieve further breakthroughs, he should temporarily halt the circulation of inner qi through the Governor and Conception vessels, and instead forge a new path by focusing on breaking through various acupoints.

The Nightbringer was a hero who frequently appeared in professional matches even within Team D's regional league, and all the members of Team D were extremely familiar with him.

Moreover, Swain was currently in a state where he had plenty of health and his ultimate ability ready. Trying to kill Swain at this point was an extremely difficult task.

Hearing Cangying's twin sisters inquire about lian once more, the matter was actually quite simple. As for the reason... yes, it was very obvious: since lian already had human witnesses, the next step naturally involved physical evidence.

The Royal Arena appeared even more magnificent and grand. Tonight, the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire was going to hold an extraordinary charity auction here.

"Very well," Ling Guan replied coolly with a single word, then scooped up several severely injured and nearly unconscious intermediate-level fairies from the ground, placing them gently onto the pumpkin.

Yun Hao administered the antidote for the "Demonic Joy Enchanting Powder" to Xu Huan, who was still writhing on the ground, and then cast a gaze as serene as clear water upon the Demonic Joy True Person.

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It was only now that he realized the empire he had always believed to be as impregnable as an iron bucket was actually so fragile.

She had originally only been offering polite formalities; this villa was a private asset left to her by her father, and no one usually lived here.

When chatting with Du Qingsi previously, she had once mentioned a name called Zhou Hongxing. Zhao Zilong did not know his true identity, so he asked about him quite naturally.

Although the "Medicine Garden" bore some similarities to the legendary "Blissful Realm," Nankong Rui did not believe they could overlap. After all, the reputation of the "Blissful Realm" was so vast that even Dowager Shen could only look up to it in awe.

By then, the sky had completely darkened. When Sima Chun arrived outside that mansion and saw the broad lintel and imposing structure, he knew it was no ordinary household. Initially, he thought this must be the Grand General's mansion, but to his surprise, the light from the two large lanterns at the entrance illuminated a plaque bearing three particularly striking words: "Grand Tutor's Mansion."

Guo Dong said nothing, and simply pulled out two baseball bats from who-knows-where... No, wait, these weren't baseball bats at all, but rather a pair of oversized wooden fish mallets—the exact kind used in the Great Hero Hall of Buddhist temples to lead the rhythm of all the wooden fish, measuring over a meter long and as thick as a person's arm.

Yet, looking at the father seated across from him, Zuo Li always felt that his father should be able to understand him.

However, one could not deny that once the ball reached Van der Wiel's feet, it was as if by magic, instantly delivered to the exact spot where it was needed most. It almost seemed as though the substitutes were playing terribly, yet the ball itself possessed a sort of spiritual intelligence. It wasn't the players who were cutting through the game, but rather the ball itself that was piercing right through it.

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