Chapter 119: Blocking Messages

"Indeed, as long as we can win over the neutral aristocratic families in the Imperial Capital, the Jiang family's influence will expand rapidly. Even if the Long family wants to play any petty tricks, they will have to consider the repercussions!"

The motorcade headed straight for the Jianghai International Airport.

Inside the car, Ye Changqing nodded in strong agreement upon hearing Chu Qingcheng's words, then turned to Jiang Chen: "Jiang Chen, what are your thoughts?"

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Li Dong? Xia Qingtian recalled the man who had come to the courtyard to question them last time. She remembered that when the incident at the mall occurred, An Xicheng had also called him. Could it be that he was also one of An Xicheng's men?

"Huo Zhixiong? Wasn't he sent away for medical treatment due to a severe illness? Why is he here in Nancheng?" Xia An'ai whispered.

Mo Yichen had already stepped out of the bathroom, water droplets still clinging to his body, not yet completely dried.

Upon learning of the matter, the Xuanwu Emperor immediately dealt with it. He first kept it at the Prince Qian’s Mansion, but feeling uneasy, he eventually had it sealed away in the Spirit Palace.

"What a joke, why would I ever envy you! Let alone be jealous of you. I just wanted everyone to understand the truth!" Ada said with a bitter smile, though her heart trembled the moment she asked that question.

The greatest allure of gambling lies in the possibility of overnight wealth and reaping without sowing. Those who win want to keep winning, while those who lose want to turn the tables. When placing a bet, one never knows the outcome, which means there is always a chance for both victory and defeat.

She had been trying her best to walk as if nothing had happened, even though the pain had reached her bones. She dared not voice it, only biting her lip and persevering, fearing being called pretentious—after all, Gu Pan’s movements were far more complex than her own.

Hearing Shen Xi say this, the High Priest shook his head slightly. He likely knew more than even the White Empress and the White Emperor. Shen Xi was merely being mindful of family ties, sending Bai Zihao to a place where she would not have to see him.

After finishing his sentence, he lifted the curtain of the camp and stepped inside. Before entering, he tossed back one last remark: "Have Wuyi tend to his wounds." This was directed at the soldier who had blocked Shen Xi's sword for him earlier.

Ye Beichen leaned back, watching Huo Chenhuang’s retreating figure, and noticed Chu Yan staring at him with a look that clearly spelled "idiot."

"Heh, it certainly isn't very aesthetic, but I find it more comfortable this way. Let's just leave it as is for now," Ling Yan said, covering his mouth with a laugh.

Hearing the price offered by the shopkeeper, Fang Yan gave a calm smile and nodded indifferently, saying nothing further. The price was fair—about ten percent lower than he had expected—but given the ability to purchase this entire batch of goods on short notice, the price was indeed quite excellent.

Fortunately, although these creatures possessed intelligence, their IQ remained a significant weakness. Thus, Long Xingyu knew how to exploit their psychology and ways of thinking to create a favorable situation for himself, while simultaneously making them act according to his own steps.

Not long after, several middle-aged men in battle robes walked in and bowed to the Marshal at the head of the room.

At the Never-Sleep City Restaurant, Ye Zun arrived shortly after. Gazing at the three large characters "Never-Sleep City" hanging at the highest point, he walked inside. The reason he came was that when he met Jian Lin at the Guyue Pavilion earlier that day, she had sent him a voice transmission telling him to come here.

With a turn of his magic sword, Long Xingyu vanished entirely. In his place, a blue beam of sword light instantly transformed into the shape of a Chinese divine dragon, which then surged forward to attack in the direction of Yun Conglong.

Rumble—a terrifying power that made even Lu Xuan’s heart palpitate emanated from the void ahead. Lu Xuan jerked his head up, staring straight ahead.

"Xue Feng is here." At that moment, a figure swept across the distant sky. The man had a handsome face, an ancient sword strapped to his back, and an expression of cold, indifferent pride. Today, he had arranged for a rematch with Jiang Shan at this time and place; he had arrived, but Jiang Shan had not yet appeared.