Chapter 68: I Won't Thank You, Xie Yuhuai

"I..."
Xie Yuhuai was just about to speak.
Yu Zi stared at him intently and suddenly interrupted.
"Xie Yuhuai, shut your mouth. If you say one more word, I'll leave right now, and we'll never see each other again."
As expected...
Then came the faint sound of a spoon tapping against the rim of a bowl, the broth gliding down the man's throat, peach blossoms fluttering down like falling snow, mingling with their erratic heartbeats to rapidly raise the temperature of the air in the room, making it scorching and heavy.
Without wasting any more words, Xinyi wiped the blood frothing across her face, grabbed Xinzhi by the arm, turned around, and fled for her life once again.
Throughout the entire passage, shattered bones littered the ground, a tattered red robe lay abandoned, and a crystal-clear skull was embedded in the stone wall nearby.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Li let out a loud, clear laugh as if he had just heard a joke, his snow-white teeth contrasting sharply with his blood-stained face. His laughter scattered the oppressive stench of blood across the streets all the way up to the highest heavens.
His martial arts were originally superior to Zhikong's. However, twelve years ago, a flaw in his cultivation caused a deviation that severely damaged his meridians, and he had yet to fully recover. Consequently, the position of Abbot of the Bodhi Hall, which should have been his, was handed over to Zhikong.
Shortly after, Abbess Shangshui, head of the Emei Sect, the two elders of Kunlun, and Chang Wuji, the second elder of Wudang, also quietly revealed their presence.
Looking down, the red bridal veil obstructed her vision, leaving Liu Qingxi able to see only her own bright red embroidered wedding shoes featuring mandarin ducks playing in water. Then, another pair of shoes of the same style, a size larger, entered her field of vision.
The force of forty-five thousand troops immediately advanced in full line toward the walls of Weinan City. Among them, eight thousand men were deployed in each of the four directions—southeast, northwest—while thirteen thousand reserves were stationed three miles west of the city.
He was on the verge of despair. Leading several thousand men atop the palace walls to resist an enemy force of over ten thousand—fighting one against two, no, one against three—and holding out for this long was already a miracle in military history.
Hearing this, many couldn't help but chuckle. The plump girl beside him playfully slapped his arm, her face blushing like a red apple.
Mo Qi was sweating profusely, finally beginning to suspect that this fellow was truly here to back up Qingge, rather than having Qingge back him up.
In the eyes of the owners, on the premise that the team could not turn a profit, they wished at least to minimize losses and cut costs. With player salaries accounting for 57% of total revenue, taking the knife to this area was clearly the most effective move.
Ending the call, he first released his spiritual sense, letting it slowly permeate through the towering buildings before him. A trace of sneering mockery then curled the corners of his lips as he unhurriedly walked toward the entrance of the building.
With Qin Yang's position, it was impossible to pull off a double team. Facing a sixty-degree arc, after a simple pick-and-roll, an opening would present itself—this was an unavoidable tactical reality.
Even though the Huadian Power Plant had integrated the activation of its environmental protection equipment with the master production switch, offering the excuse that it was impossible to shut down, Wang Yi did not see it that way.
Furthermore, she had intentionally embarrassed He Tian that day, and she feared He Tian probably harbored ill feelings toward her.
"Did you test the spiritual roots of the two core leaders this trip?" Fan Yanqi suddenly remembered something and looked at Wang Yi with curiosity.
Things were looking up; they had secured imperial stipends and official status. Though their ranks were very low, both were young and able to remain in Chang'an for service, pointing to limitless prospects. Zheng Wan mentioned that the fourth uncle had not only spared no expense throwing a grand banquet in Yuan City, but had banged his head so hard kowtowing at the ancestral hall that his scalp bled without him even realizing it.
"No, brother-in-law, of course we can pick out an outfit that makes you look even more dashing, but are you certain you want to attract everyone's attention quite like that?" Su Xian'er calmly retorted.
As for Qingge, the Heavenly Queen seemed to have no intention of taking her back anytime soon, only sending the fairy Yuhe from her side twice to deliver miraculous medicines and immortal pills—some for healing wounds, others for prolonging life. Viewed in this light, the Queen evidently already knew that Ming Yaochen had no intention of lifting the soul-sealing restriction on Qingge.