Chapter 127: Publish, Publish, and Publish Again

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“Who will bear the burden? Just follow President Sun’s arrangements. Mr. Zhang, you are in the prime of your life; if you want to rest, I’m afraid the time hasn’t come yet,” Fang Tao sneered coldly.

Wu Xuhui watched that proud figure walk away and raised his hand to stop the security guard who was about to give chase, a wave of despair washing over him.

“Di Jie, rest assured, everything is under control. Nothing will go wrong,” Zhao Zilong scratched his head and spoke with a hint of embarrassment.

There was no reason to refuse; their mission was merely to seek clues, not to disturb others’ peaceful lives. The affairs of the He family were utterly unrelated to these two sisters; they were only unfortunate victims caught in the crossfire.

Could vengeful spirits bleed? He wasn’t entirely sure. But… if such spirits had become humanoid to this degree, bleeding probably meant little to them. Thinking this, a faint, indifferent smile appeared on his face.

Just as Dongfang Yuping and A Yi had analyzed, a bronze puppet of modest intelligence and a touch of pride, upon seeing a device capable of producing abundant bronze objects at will, immediately lost control of his reason.

Shen Nianyi appeared uninvited again. Although her eyes were open, she couldn’t quite discern where his figure had entered the room from. What he did was far from vulgar; instead, it exuded a dashing charm.

Ye Zheng dared not test the power of this skill on himself. Activating space distortion once more, he instantly flashed to the other side.

Chen Fei’s hand was pushed aside, and his eyes immediately landed on a patch of black hair on Cheng Chumo’s chest. Coupled with Cheng’s rugged face, Chen Fei felt a deep despair toward this world.

Waves of energy surged and rolled through the air; the earth cracked and trembled, boulders shattered with a thunderous roar. Endless killing intent swept from all directions, converging upon Yun Hao, at the center of which stood a figure like a demon.

In the universe’s evolution, understanding the laws of nature through the dual modes of matter’s movement is the principle of the “Dao artifact.” Possessing such an artifact allows one to comprehend and command the universe’s laws.

As time passed, he faintly sensed a connection forming between his long-dormant dantian and the meteorite, via the spatial passage created by the meteorite.

Kuilong was the empire’s sole colony on the Indian subcontinent, located in the southernmost region of the subcontinent, and had become a prosperous colonial city.

“If you can’t produce the money, then please, you two may leave,” Wu Liang said with a cold glance, his expression conveying no negotiation—no money, no deal.

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When she saw the general halt his troops’ attack, Yi Xue knew her gamble had paid off. Without hesitation, she flew down through the phalanx and rushed to capture Dong Shengrui.

No matter how secretive his conspiracies were, given the far-reaching power of the villains involved, the fewer who knew, the better. After much consideration, the emperor decided not to inform the empress dowager, to avoid any leaks.

This soul’s clone was almost indistinguishable from Yi Nan—face, figure, even temperament were exactly the same.

“Nothing’s impossible!” Li Tian’en panted slightly. Thanos’ physical body was incredibly tough; he had barely managed to land a blow.

Clearly, the Reaper before them was frightened; otherwise, why all the idle chatter? Though it might deny it, its actions revealed a fragile heart.

Li Tian’en left the spirit grain shop, then departed the town. Lone Wind’s online meeting place was elsewhere—in a city called Moonshade.

After much turmoil, the Niao bird learned that Ya Yu was the reincarnation of Frost Rain, and so suggested allying with Great Hawk under the banner of Shaoxian Mountain.

Though he turned to retreat, it was not to abandon the three but to create distance and break through the door with his sword. Yet, inexplicably, before he had gone far, he noticed his shadow growing darker beneath him—unnaturally so under the moonlight.

In a vast conference room sat a tall figure. At that moment, a loud knock sounded on the door.

In the Hongnong Hall, Crown Prince Hongxi sat cross-legged. Hearing the news, his gaze grew cold briefly before settling into calm.

However, as a young man of the twenty-first century raised in the countryside, enduring hardship was nothing new to Fang Mu.

Emperor Shenzong once declared that those who reclaimed the lands of Youyun could be granted titles of foreign kings. Clearly, the immense power and influence were no longer enough to satisfy Tong Guan’s ambitions. Having reached the pinnacle of ministerial authority with no higher titles available, Tong Guan coveted the throne itself, becoming the instigator behind the alliance to destroy Liao.

Describing this sensation is simple: at first, the slap on the chin isn’t too painful, but once the initial sting fades, it is replaced by a tingling, itchy feeling—quite pleasant.

Seeing this, Fang Mu wasted no words praising them but directly issued orders to Old Li beside him.

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At the appointed hour, Li Wei Cheng, seven parts drunk and carrying the carefree swagger of a libertine, emitted a strong fragrance of cosmetics that nearly overwhelmed the gatekeeper.

Hu Yu’s visit was meant to establish rapport with the four, encouraging them to be a bit more “selfish” on stage, less harmonious.

Park Tae-yeon suddenly felt a head lean against him. Following his gaze, before he could turn, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

Though she had three younger sisters—Third and Fourth Madam—she disliked their mothers, Madam Zhao and Madam Cui, which made her equally dislike the sisters.

Several young women chatted and laughed in the dormitory until late at night, while only Wang Hanying lay quietly in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Jinxiu smiled and nodded. “Work starts at eight tomorrow morning. Don’t be late.” With that, she turned and walked toward her new home.

After building the new tomb, it was not yet sturdy; they had to wait three more days before reinforcing it.

After placing the fantasy gem, Liu Zong surprisingly noticed several other fantasy gems along the same leyline.

Ye Qiong nodded, staring at the black sword behind Mihawk—the exquisite cross-shaped hilt left him dazed.

She washed, changed, and slept soundly. The next day, she visited Minghe Hall to pay respects and took the opportunity to relay Qi Yuanzhang’s message to Lady Qi in full detail.

After passing through the black smoke, Bai Shuo entered Zhangsun Wu’s sight, still smiling, but now his face bore a hint of vitality amid the deathly aura.

Undoubtedly, Zanbai had by now realized that Mizuki Shirabe was dead, which explained the sudden eruption of such formidable power.