Volume 1, Chapter 109: Since I Chose It, I Must Indulge It

As the competition drew near, Su Manyin brought Qiao Wei to the Shenggu headquarters.

Inside the president’s office, Su Manyin introduced Qiao Wei to Feng Yizhou with a beaming smile: "President Feng, this is Ms. Qiao Wei from Shengtian Entertainment. I am considering signing her as a model for this fashion show. What do you think?"

Feng Yizhou did not even look up from his work, responding coldly: "That matter is handled by Secretary Li. Go discuss it with her."

Qiao Wei smiled slightly, walked gracefully to Feng Yizhou’s side, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice: "President Feng, I have long admired your reputation. I have always wanted to cooperate with your company; after all, my status and your firm are a match made in heaven!"

Feng Yizhou raised his eyes, frowning, and interrupted...

After the meal, during a brief rest, Yang Guang began by commending the recruitment efforts of the Xiaoguo Army, affirming the merits of the three divisions.

Taking advantage of the time Xiao Yiming was speaking, Nan Wuxiang distributed the spices, unable to help but think that while Nan Wa had died by this sword, she had not been claimed by it. He mused that since Nan Wa was originally a heart-demon, perhaps the concept of being "killed" did not apply. He took the opportunity to glance at the Demon Emperor, noting his expression remained normal; clearly, he was not worried about being struck down by the blade himself.

As they pressed on, the true energy within Yang Hao’s body surged, and in the depths of his consciousness, a faint trace of darkness flickered.

The seven great clans of Mount Chuyun had long held grudges against one another. Not long ago, a hundred-thousand-strong coalition of the Demon Race bore down upon them, yet the Jumen, Tanlang, Lucun, and Tianquan clans, residing in the heart of Mount Chuyun, stood by and watched, hoping to use the Demon Race’s hands to cripple the Yaoguang, Kaiyang, and Yuheng clans on the periphery.

Only then did the Tuyuhun realize they had been flanked. Apparently terrified by the fierce charge of the Xiaoguo Army, they actually attempted to turn and flee.

Amidst the idle chatter of Lu Qi and his companions, the eighty thousand disciples of Penglai Villa had already annihilated the thirty thousand enemy troops. Now, only the battle between Rong-level masters above the south of the city remained.

This puzzled the high-level death beasts. Every time they charged at their opponent, they were met with counterattacks, resulting in significant injuries to their bodies in a short span of time.

Uncle Wei, the servant of Lu Qingqing, slowly drove the carriage in the lead. Yang Hao and Lu Qingqing followed on foot.

It would be better to watch a segment of the plot to understand the background and the cause and effect of the entire event.

"I know a real battle is coming. Are you afraid?" Ye Kong asked with a light laugh, appearing indifferent and not taking the opponent to heart at all.

In the center of the open space was the site where Zhao Lujiao had originally set up camp. After the surrounding houses were repaired, a government office was built on this very spot. It is said that the officials of the Shanglin Park were so astonished that they wanted to negotiate, asking Zhao Lujiao to develop the other half of the imperial manor as well; the Tianqi Emperor was considering it.

"You've returned?" King Qi said indifferently. He did not look up at Ling Ruoxuan, keeping his eyes fixed on a stack of letters in his hands.

"A sleeve arrow is hidden in the sleeve as a self-defense weapon. These can be loaded with three to five bolts at once, so even those who don't know martial arts can use them," Ling Ruoxuan boasted. She had spent several days developing this and sought the help of Master Shen to craft it; how could she not show off after all that hard work?

"This party is truly special today." Ouyang Yingqi looked at the decorations and felt a sense of novelty.

Hu Yan stepped forward happily, but as she reached the range where the Flame Beast could reach her even while chained, the beast suddenly lunged at her.

"If there is news, send someone to the fishing village to tell me," seeing the change in her godfather’s eyes, Chen Yu knew her instincts were correct, but she decided to be cautious and wait for the final result.

"The land is mine! I said no, and that means no!" The shrill voice of the Hu woman was filled with frustration, yet she remained adamant.

The master and servant, Zhao Jindao, intrigued by the sight, crowded around out of curiosity. Zhao Sen, who was skilled in mechanisms, had eyes that lit up at the sight of the skull lock, as if he were facing not a pile of iron bones, but a peerless beauty.

The Empress of Lixia scrutinized Ling Yunfei from head to toe. Today, Ling Yunfei wore a sky-blue single-layer gauze robe, a black dragon-patterned silk belt tied around his waist, and his long hair was bound with a mutton-fat jade crown. With his clear, bright eyes and tall, elegant stature, he was truly fresh, handsome, and imposing.

After the bride was sent into the bridal chamber, Zhu Xue went in to keep her company, while Zhu Qing was dragged away to be forced to drink. Although Chen Yuanfeng had taken a wife, he still felt some regret in his heart. Especially seeing the subsequent development of the Chen family and the increasingly radiant features of the bride, he sighed at his own lack of fortune, and thus was determined to get the lucky Zhu Qing drunk.

"Grandmother, Grandmother, what is wrong?!" Huan Niang and Chan’er were shocked, rushing to support her as her body began to slide to the floor.

She did not know if the elders of both families were aware of the truth between her and Ling Yannan, but according to what she knew of Lian Muran, once she found out, she would certainly not hide it but would tell the Lian family. As for what the Lian family thought, that was their business; Qu Qianxi could not control it.

However, she did not expect that her magical treasures would come one after another, and her killing moves would be so tightly linked that they gave him no room to breathe.

"Hum!" Suddenly, the entire hall trembled, and those strange seven-colored rays of light began to flash violently.

"You really intend to play *Return to Zhaoge*?" Zhusha asked with some surprise. Before her return, Situ Haixue had been quite disdainful of games, and even now, while playing *Return*, she often ranted about the operators and developers, which once led Zhusha to believe they had a personal vendetta against her.

Once the twelfth lunar month passed, the wedding was held on the tenth day of the first lunar month. After two busy months inside and outside the palace, the weddings of the Seventh and Eighth Princes were finally completed. Two more adult princes had left the palace. Looking back at the thirteenth and fourteenth princes, who were once only crying in their swaddling clothes, time had flown by—after the New Year, Yin Zhen was already eight years old.

The Snake Spirit clearly found this to be a ridiculous matter, its expression one of utter disdain.

Qiang’er’s smile stiffened. Could she say that the Feng woman was awake but unwilling to see anyone? That would make the Feng woman responsible for the consequences.

Pei Xin’er, who had been deliberately keeping herself busy to avoid being overwhelmed by the sorrow of parting, could no longer hold back. Her eyes reddened in his arms, and she wrapped her hands tightly around his waist, burying her face against him as tears welled up, one by one, soaking his chest.

While she was thinking about these things, a messenger from the Palace of Heavenly Purity arrived to say that the Emperor would be coming that night and requested Consort De to prepare. Noble Lady Juechan bade farewell, and Lan Qi asked her to help alter the clothes for the thirteenth and fourteenth princes before they parted ways.

Because of Sun Zhuo’s high praise, and even fawning, over Heat star Dwyane Wade, the Miami Heat fans had developed a great fondness for Sun Zhuo.

That was exactly the case! If it hadn't been for Wang Ge, Luo Chongjun's soul would likely have been annihilated in the void by now. Wang Ge nodded in agreement. At the very least, from what he could see, there didn't seem to be any holes in Luo Chongjun's story.

The opponents had already transferred the hundred children; the Salt Gang members left here were merely a diversion. If they were to charge in now, they would find no evidence, and his group would instead be counter-accused by the Zheng family and the Salt Gang.