Chapter 81: The Banquet at Hongmen

Or rather, Magistrate Li was the leader of all the river bandits in Yizhou. As a greedy man, how much money could one possibly make by "selling orchids"? Robbery was much quicker and more profitable. In the past two or three years, thanks to Lou Jin overseeing Hedong and even Yizhou, the river bandits had not been so rampant. Lou Jin was even more ruthless, and his need for gold, grain, and cloth was greater as well. Magistrate Li dared not act too brazenly, but petty thefts were still inevitable.

Moreover, with their frequent visits to ancient tombs, the grave-robbers had become well-versed in the arts of feng shui, ghost-summoning, and corpse-rearing—fields of knowledge closely tied to burial sites. This time, the formation of the Six Calamities and the land that nurtured corpses were handled with ease.

Once the passive devouring was activated, simply absorbing the power from the semi-finished spiritual energy pills pushed the system’s notification sounds to the brink of overheating.

Leaving the Hokage Tower, Xingxiuxiu immediately found Uchiha Shisui to proceed with the cell transplant at the research base.

Through long-term training, improving the speed of forming hand seals and developing muscle memory was, in fact, a way of enhancing one’s neural response time as well.

At this moment, Kakashi’s lightning clone, engaged in battle with Huoguang, finally exploded, and the radiating sparks sent Huoguang screaming to the ground.

Just as she was about to undo her seatbelt, she saw Lu Junqian stepping out of a Mercedes by the roadside. He glanced at Gu Zhiwei and smiled.

Mu Lingxi’s face turned bright red in an instant, and she hurriedly looked away, no longer daring to meet Qin Lie’s gaze.

This time, they waited quite a while—five whole minutes—before someone finally came to open the door.

By now, Qin Lie no longer cared which powerful demon king the colossal bones belonged to. What did it matter? After all, it had been dead for tens of thousands—perhaps even hundreds of thousands—of years.

It could be said that with a member of the Gang Infant realm in the clan, even if there were grudges with other families or sects, as long as the enemy was not overwhelmingly powerful, a complete break was impossible.

Chen Muyan specifically reminded Su Jin to drink some nourishing soup, taking a gamble that Luo Qing would choose the most expensive dish—after all, President Ji was not lacking in money, and Su Jin was Luo Qing’s best friend. When Luo Qing ordered, she certainly would not hold back.

She simply got up and walked to the balcony, watching the leaves outside sway in the wind, her thoughts still lingering on the way Xiao Yufeng looked as he left the hospital.

However, when he learned that Song Ziyi had fallen unconscious after an accident on set, his heart was wrenched with pain... That moment overwhelmed him with a fear unlike any he had ever known.

“Hahaha, yes, yes! These eyebrows are just like mine! Hahaha!” The old emperor’s joy made all his ailments vanish.

“When... when did you wake up?” Luo Qing stared at Mo Zibai with wide, clear eyes, full of disbelief.

Not far away, Shen Tong could more or less grasp the gist of An’an and Yang Liu’s conversation, even without listening in.

The plan was indeed clear, and he was truly looking forward to seeing himself take Bai Bai and Wan Wan to work.

“The road ahead, I will surely walk together with them, never to be parted!” The unwavering resolve in Su Qianye’s eyes was fully caught by Su Qiance.

Half an hour passed as Su Mengguan slowly dried his hair. She moved so gently and unhurriedly that it was unclear whether Lu Xiting hadn’t noticed or simply didn’t care; he just sat there without urging her.

Owing to an unpleasant episode in the car, what began as a good conversation between the two ended in silence, each withdrawing into themselves.

“The fifth refinement of the Supreme Golden Body is nothing extraordinary,” Xiao Fan laughed up at the sky, finally having tested his own limits.

Zhang Shen and Xing Shu merely followed Lin Chengfei, doing nothing in particular, yet they stared at the people of Tianyun Sect with deep resentment, wishing they could tear them to pieces.

“He Ma, it was A Sheng who brought her here. If you have a request, it’s not me you should ask,” Su Ruochu said calmly.

Yes, Su Ruochu had gone mad for A Sheng for seven years. She could not escape the prison of love, nor did she know when her madness would flare up again.