Chapter 49 King of Overachievers

"Indeed. Qingchen, do you think spiritual roots are very important?" Gu Li asked softly, recalling the slightly embarrassed expression on Mo Qingchen's face when her spiritual roots were tested back then.

"Since that is the case, I suppose the two of us siblings will have to climb to the summit of Nine Phoenix Mountain to cheer for Fellow Daoist Cheng." Mo Qingchen thought that being able to watch the duel among the masters of the Five Continents was a rare opportunity indeed, and naturally, she had no reason to refuse.

Corpses do not lie. The manner in which a body is harmed leaves behind distinct traces, and Meng Tianchu would deduce how the assault was carried out based on these very traces. Because his grasp of these traces was extremely precise, his deductions were naturally very close to the truth.

Upon hearing Sun Juhua's words, the room fell silent for a moment. Everyone looked at one another, saying nothing.

Of course, Duke was unaware of such background details. For Duke, knowing less actually meant being safer.

"Stop right there!" Old Zhang certainly wasn't going to let Wu Shuzhi strike Zuo Jiang again, so he blocked her path and shouted sternly.

A maid brought over some fresh seasonal fruits and pastries, and everyone chatted while partaking in the refreshments.

Compelling Zhu Heng to retire into seclusion was precisely the next step Song Chuyi intended to take, so hearing him suddenly express a desire to leave, she offered no comment.

Zuo Jiang knew that this was not the time to offer advice; letting her cry out her inner sorrow and release her pent-up grief would make her feel a little better. He gently pulled Li碧玉 (Li Biyu) into his embrace, rested his head against hers to silently accompany her, and gently stroked her back to comfort her without words.

They were all ordinary and impoverished households, holding basins or bowls in their hands to collect the dishes. This way, their families could have an extra meat dish that evening and enjoy a wonderful meal.

"Director, didn't Dragon Soar Manor prepare lunch? Why are you heading back?" Liu Meimei asked as she drove, glancing back at Shanzhu and also peeking at Hao Meili.

Du Qianjiu thought for a moment and sighed. Originally, he had wanted to advocate for Fatty Meng. Seeing that Emperor Huayu was being enigmatic and guarded, he realized that if he forcefully nominated Fatty Meng, it might trigger unnecessary misunderstandings. He reached out, accepted the scroll, and placed it into his spatial ring.

At that moment, a military vehicle arrived at the entrance, and seven or eight soldiers leaped out. Leading them was Quartermaster Qian, a frequent visitor to the City Lord's Mansion who often came around to extort benefits.

During the thirty years that followed, the two sides fought and paused intermittently. The army of the Eastern Hua Kingdom had recaptured the territory twice, only to inexplicably lose it again before long.

Just as the Victory Team members were dealing with the monsters, things had also reached a fever pitch on Daigo's end.

"As long as you can cure my illness, perhaps my father will give you the Hell Blood Bodhi in exchange," Lü Mengmeng said, looking at me.

A brand-new bronze lamp stood upon a brand-new pear-wood table, and the brand-new table rested upon a brand-new Persian rug. Beside the bronze lamp were fresh flowers—everything was pristine and new.

They had spent over a hundred million to purchase this plot of land, and another hundred million to build the surrounding walls. Indeed, they possessed immense wealth and financial power, making them people no one dared to provoke.

Within the spiritual sea, waves surged wildly. Amidst the chaos, a gigantic skeletal demon loomed faintly, its massive skeletal wings blotting out the sky as if the heavens and earth itself lay beneath it, generating an astonishing and imposing momentum.

"The Emperor is wise," everyone proclaimed. After all, by this point, the allocation of official positions had concluded, and the next order of business was to discuss the specific plans for the morrow—namely, how to bring down the officials of the Eunuch Faction and how to prevent the resulting chaos.

While Lin Sihan was crawling from the outside into the room using both hands and feet, a corpse indeed appeared right behind her.

Mo Qingyun glanced at Ran Hongdou, then pointed to the bagged tongue of the bandit leader, signaling to ask what should be done with this primary witness.

Although Tang Tian did not quite understand what this implied, he knew the words were definitely taking a dig at him. However, he didn't care about such things to begin with, so it didn't bother him at all.

"A total of twenty-seven heads. Would you like to count them?" Jiang Yunshao offered politely. To her surprise, Shen Yuan actually took the iron token and, matching it against the information inscribed within, began counting them one by one.

Tuoba Chen rested one hand on his waist and propped his chin with the other, listening to Ling Shi's words with a thoughtful expression.

Hearing this, Shen Yuan immediately recalled Jiang Yunshao, that slacker who spent every day sleeping away on Wuya Mountain, only to wreak havoc on the spiritual beasts of her own mountain the moment she woke up.

Ji Xiting was so enraged that he was about to retort fiercely to this pregnant woman when his cell phone rang with a flurry of urgent tones.

Under this oppressive aura, even the noble bloodlines they took such pride in seemed as though they were about to stall and freeze completely.

Armed with a single sword and wielding the fiendish astral flames, he fought back the "Underworld Hell Abyss" of the Great Desolation. Wave after wave of fierce beasts surging from the underworld were slaughtered by him until corpses littered the fields and stained the horizon red.

When A-yue finally put down the last ledger in her hand and looked up, she found that Yan Zhaoran had fallen asleep while resting her chin in her hand.

"It is nothing." The tearful, mournful expression on Second Madam Meng's face gradually receded as she tried her best to project poise and elegance.

Seeing this, Yue Ziheng was just about to step in to stop them when he suddenly heard a "creak!" The door was pulled open from the inside, and the Immortal Old Man of the South China Sea stepped out with a benevolent smile, followed by Sima Long and Ouyang Qian.

The exterior had naturally been surrounded. Judging by the sound of footsteps, those people were all wearing uniform boots with rubber soles. Without a doubt, they must have been soldiers.

That Ye Kexin would fall for Zheng Feilong was something he found a bit difficult to accept. Ultimately, however, he still hoped Ye Kexin could find true love; as for whether she actually would, that was no longer something he needed to concern himself with.

Imperial Physician Feng was an imperial doctor skilled in the School of Incantations and Spellcraft. He was a renowned, senior physician in the capital, and no one dared to question his expertise.

Seemingly having nothing more to say, after asking a few questions concerning the Qing Emperor's cultivation, Ji Cangmang took his leave and departed.

As they were speaking, Yongyao ran in. Today was a rest day, and Yongyao had returned from the Lantai Academy. Nowadays, he was the sole prince left in the academy, fortunately accompanied by a few imperial grandsons and young lords.

Whenever Lu Luo thought of his future prospects and recalled that dream, his tears rolling down her face, her heart would contract into a tight knot, aching to the point of suffocation.