Chapter 140: Pursuers from the Void

"Uncle Wang, could you please drop the 'er' at the end of my name? Every time you call me that, it makes me feel a lot less like a real man!" Xu Yang said with a grievance-laden expression.

This was not because Qin Tian was conceited, but simply because it was the truth. After all, if Qin Tian wanted someone to handle matters, how could he possibly feel at ease leaving things in another's hands unless he possessed absolute certainty?

Jia Yan still did not take Mie Kong—whose confidence was somewhat inflated—seriously, remaining as breezy and detached as ever. Treading upon the pile of shattered debris and ruins, with his silver-white windbreaker fluttering behind him in the wind, he surpassed Mie Kong by far in terms of sheer demeanor alone.

"However, Qingyun, they are perverted-level peak-stage Divine King experts. If you don't have absolute certainty, you must temporarily bide your time and remain patient; do not act rashly." Ning Yan had always been calm, continuously offering reminders from the side.

During the day, the match between Huameng Academy and White Ghost Magic Academy ultimately concluded with Huameng Academy claiming victory. Huameng Academy secured a record of three wins and one loss.

"Chen Ling... you are odious." Meng Tianxue grew furious, directly grabbing a stone from the ground and hurling it at Chen Ling's head, only for Chen Ling to catch it in an instant.

Chen Ling was utterly bewildered. Did this girl have a screw loose or did she have a penchant for being abused? She was still able to smile even after being bullied? But when his gaze swept past her and landed on the person standing behind her, his expression changed instantly.

"The first thing I want to ask Senior is, do you happen to know of the 'Divine Portrait Palace'?" Qingyun asked immediately, a hint of hopeful anticipation in his voice.

The instructor naturally recognized that the person who left the message was Miao Jinglu, with whom she had briefly crossed paths. As the president of the Overlord Society's Gutongsi Town branch, her appearance here was indeed baffling.

The dim candlelight was both soft and eerie, barely illuminating the environment inside the cave. Aside from the jagged stone walls, there was nothing else to be seen.

A single remark from Yanyu caused everyone's attention to focus on the Empress, and they all began to wonder who was truly behind this deed. Though the Empress's words had been unintentional a moment earlier, upon reflection, it seemed she might have deliberately meant to implicate Consort Mo.

"Alright, thank you." Leaving the Yan family lobby, He Meizhi walked aimlessly down the street. Liu Luxuan was neither at home nor at the company; where on earth could she be?

The betrothal gifts included numerous fine silks. Since the Zhang family estate operated the largest silk shop in Lizhou—where Yucheng was located—producing a few bolts of superior silk was hardly a difficult task. Madam Zhu selected several bolts of the finest red silk, had her maidservants send them out, and instructed a tailor to rush-make the ultimate wedding attire.

Upon retreating to the intersection of the two branching caves, Li Yuanqing took out the pale black crystal bottle he had been carrying and opened the lid.

Not a single one of those men was willing to step across the dead paper figures, nor were they willing to pick up and cast aside the dead paper figures blocking their path. When the paper figures barred the way of the fifty-one men, not a single one of them continued forward, and the curved sabers in their hands were all lowered.

In the morning, Mo Ruxue arrived at Cixin Nunnery almost simultaneously with Consort Li. She hurried into the nunnery through the back door, returned to her room to be helped by Yinling into a plain hemp robe, and knelt before the Buddha statue to chant scriptures.

It was Yi Zhen whose gaze flickered briefly. After accepting the pill, he offered a sycophantic smile and said, "This subordinate naturally understands, but this subordinate still wishes to stay by your side..." Are you kidding me? When that lord learned that he had been forced into betrayal, not only was he unpleased, but he also gave strict and repeated injunctions that Sheng Lan must not be allowed to suffer even the slightest harm.

Therefore, Meng Zhi had originally viewed Sheng Lan with a trace of seniorly, arrogant appreciation, but now, that sentiment was likely closer to a bone-deep hatred.

Tossing and turning throughout a sleepless night, her finger hovered over the name "Dongfang Hao," yet the call was never placed.

"What? You say you're Qiaoqiao's boyfriend? Impossible, when did you find yourself a boyfriend, Qiaoqiao? How come I didn't know about this?" The man looked toward Xia Qiao, seemingly hoping for an explanation.

"Does your old lady know you ran all the way out here?" Chen Yuanxing thought of this girl's extraordinary mother and could not help teasing her with the question.

Second Madam Wang of Tang Yeshuang's household no longer wished to quibble; right now, she only wanted to see Tang Yangxue.

The personnel from the Jingzhao Prefecture, acting in accordance with prior instructions, remained scattered in batches around the vicinity of that inn, making everything appear completely ordinary.

Yet father had said that this house was a place of supreme geomantic fortune, and that the Ruan family had first risen to prominence right within these very walls.

Trapped in a state of spatial freezing, the Chaotic Flame Spirit felt physical discomfort throughout its body, and its mobility was inevitably somewhat reduced.

"Shut up! You are not allowed to get halfway out of the vehicle. That is the rule of the casino." Pu Debiao barked at him.

"The Yunjian Continent is divided into the Southern Land and the Northern Land, separated in the middle by a treacherous, impassable abyss known as the 'Stigmata Canyon.' The Northern and Southern Lands are very far apart, and the cultivation forces on both sides do not interfere with or interact with one another. Senior, your current location is on the remote borderlands of the Yunjian Northern Land." Lu Chengfeng respectfully provided the explanation.

The grand and mighty "moving" project had finally come to a temporary close. Looking at the mountains of nutritional supplements, clothing, food, and daily necessities piled up in the room, my head began to ache. This was enough to last me half a year—good grief, it damn near killed me.

Three Dao Ancestors spoke in low murmurs, their terrifying voices transforming into a thousand miles of lightning that streaked and flashed across the vault of heaven.

Although the angle at which the photo was taken was somewhat dim, one could still clearly discern that it was indeed she and Ling Yuhang.

"I'm still at the hotel. The outside is surrounded by reporters, and I can't get out," Yu Jin suddenly felt a wave of helplessness.