Chapter 42: Amaterasu vs. Tsukuyomi

As a subordinate and a good buddy, Tang Ziyan called out to the student council president, awakening him from his own world. The president then raised his eyes, frowning as he looked at Tang Ziyan's back.

"My mom has already married that old man, and now she lives at that old man's place," Zheng Tao said through gritted teeth. The mood he had managed to build up instantly collapsed, and his expression turned ferocious.

Drawing lessons from the Grand Court of Revision, other government offices also took active measures, launching internal self-investigations. For a time, the entire imperial court was jittery with anxiety.

There was a ten-minute gap between the wake-up preparatory whistle and the assembly preparatory whistle—ten minutes meant for everyone to rush to the training assembly point. Judging from the morning situation, failing to arrive within these ten minutes would undoubtedly result in a solid one-kilometer penalty run.

"I'll write them when I get back," he said indifferently. As for that homework, he could finish it all in a single day.

That pretty young man looked straight at them without a trace of evasion in his eyes. His voice was as clear as expected, yet it inexplicably made people want to listen a little longer.

"Let go." She knelt on the ground, bowing her head as she softly spat out the words. Her restrained tone revealed no emotion; it was a plea, but even more so, a warning.

As the store manager, he could not simply let the matter develop unchecked, so he was extremely sincere, and the other customers in the shop were also very supportive.

Seeing that she had lost enough blood and truly unable to bear the thought of her bleeding further, Moyou Xun hurriedly pressed a clean silk handkerchief against her wound to stop the bleeding and bandage her.

Yuan Shuo looked at Wan Qi, took two steps toward her, then suddenly stopped and softly uttered a sentence.

He said that, but it still couldn't stop Rose from grumbling inwardly: You'd better not assign a single one of those to me. Who doesn't know that sending a strict matron is just a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for this lady?

"Trespassing into the Ghost King's forbidden grounds is punishable by death!" A burst of nether Qi instantly transformed into a giant dragon within the blood-red space. Its entire body was crimson, and the eerie fierce aura faintly revealed in its eyes caused the surrounding temperature to drop significantly.

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen thugs wielding weapons were now lying flat on the ground in all directions, wailing miserably.

After the president's office was temporarily relocated here, the people who used to work here were transferred elsewhere, making this place even quieter than before.

"Bastard... Still want to ambush me? Watch me freeze you," Bing Feier said as a vast wave of frost and cold Qi surged to surround the young man.

"There are no absolutes in this world. If you refuse to state what the loser must forfeit, this sparring match will be called off," Chu Sheng said calmly.

Listening to Mulian's words, Gu Qingcheng turned her head only to see a sexy and enchanting figure ahead, stepping with graceful strides toward Xiao Shaoqing. Her crimson evening gown outlined a gorgeous silhouette, with a large expanse of fair, beautiful back exposed, looking extremely sexy and alluring beneath her long, wavy black hair.

Tie Zhenzhen stood one meter seventy centimeters tall with a lanky figure. Although her facial features could only be considered of medium prettiness, her bodily curves were extremely captivating.

Just then, she heard the sound of noisy chatter coming from outside the tavern, vaguely mentioning words like "Kirin".

Even if this truly were the map of the stone chamber, capable of guiding them around various mechanisms and traps, there was no guarantee that new dangers wouldn't arise. Back then, more than a dozen masters ventured down together, only to end up with not even their bones left behind. No one could be allowed to take risks by going down now.

Having forced herself to speak so much, the Elder Madam was utterly exhausted and ordered everyone to disperse, as she needed to rest.

"You were just trying to join the Yamaguchi-gumi, weren't you?" Ye Fan glanced at the people, nearly ninety percent of whom had the name Yamaguchi-gumi floating above their heads.

"It just went bad, what else can you do? If you can salvage it, you salvage it to feed the pigs or chickens; if it's completely unsalvageable, you dump it into the roadside sorghum fields or tree ditches, using it like water to irrigate the land!" Uncle Youfu said, a hint of regret in his tone.

The flower and plant seeds given by Xuanyuan Yunjiu last time had also been planted by Huali, and some varieties were already showing signs of blossoming.

Earlier, Lin Shiqing and Lady Lin had acted as teacher and mentor to handle the entire wedding for Song Jie, which was ordinary courtesy. The fact that Song Jie and the princess came to the Lin residence the next day to offer tea was beyond expectations, yet entirely within reason.

Rong Zhan and Jun Li naturally wouldn't humor her. The couple split up—Rong Zhan went to find the Marquis of Ningping to persuade the Elder Madam, while Jun Li went to find the Third Madam, asking her to help take charge of the marquisate's household affairs to shut the Elder Madam's words down, and then scheduled their departure for after the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Jun Li felt she had hit the nail on the head, but she neither intended to voice her conjecture nor had the time to do so, because Zhaozhuang Hall had arrived.

Following that, Huali gave Huamu a meticulous, detailed account of how Huayu came to the shop, how Zhong Jian'an subsequently tracked her down, and how she later told Huayu to hide.

"There will definitely be a way to subdue him," Feng Yichen said with a hardened heart, only to be met with a cold, clear laugh from Feng Yihhan.

Moreover, the most disheveled part was that Ma Jiaohong was covered in filth—not only was her skirt torn, but her ankles were swollen as big as steamed buns.

Blue rain and falling flowers scattered petals across the ground in a disorderly fashion, yet they complemented the butterflies carved on the green stone and jade bricks perfectly.

At this moment, Su Nuan and the others also walked over following Bai Zihuan. Upon seeing the student named Yang Li, Su Nuan immediately understood that she was one of the cronies who usually hovered around Wei Xiaoshan.

Perhaps upon hearing the words "chicken leg," Feimasi unconsciously licked its lips and sat down to rest.

He seemed to harbor an unnamable fury with nowhere to vent. Taking massive strides, he panted, exhaling puffs of white mist. Before Yanjun could get a clear look, the man suddenly rushed right in front of her, bowing three times with anxious force. When he finally raised his head, his burning, bright eyes locked directly onto hers.

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, the spell-crafted fire dragon of the Heavenly Dream Fire Toad suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, because there was not a shred of spiritual energy left within the toad's body to sustain and control the fire dragon.

Along the way, Salim had learned a great deal from Nabari's personal guidance and example. Most importantly, he had come to realize his own ignorance—whereas he previously thought he understood the desert well as a Bedouin, he now understood how arrogant and ignorant his past self had been.

"Let him go," Nangong Luojing shouted in a cold voice to the guards beside Nangong Heng. To her surprise, the guards ignored her command, instead fixing their eyes directly on Lan Lingxu, waiting for their master to speak.

"Madam, this humble junior is Ma Chengleng from Guandong. I originally brought my friends to the Tianshan Mountains to view the snow, but we blundered in and disturbed your quiet cultivation. My apologies." Ma Chengleng practiced courtesy before resorting to force, cupping his hands in apology.