Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Seventh Comprehensive Competition

Jiang Wangshu seized three camps in one fell swoop. The people of the Black Faction, witnessing such an easy victory, could not help but begin to trust her commands. Some of the more outgoing individuals had already gathered around, asking Jiang Wangshu about her next move.

Since it is unwise to rebuff friendliness, Jiang Wangshu did not maintain her former cold demeanor. Smiling, she asked them, “How did you fare with the formations I asked you to arrange earlier?”

The formation masters responded eagerly, “We all followed your instructions…”

Once all these matters were settled, Uncle Yi personally accompanied me to pick out a suitable table. The dean arranged for someone to move it into Principal Zhao’s hospital room, and then sent word to the doctors and nurses, instructing them not to enter the room without permission.

Jiu Fangqu floated down gracefully in front of Qi Man, the jade flute pointing at Qi Man’s chest. The melody still lingered in the air, and only then did Qi Man realize that even without anyone playing it, the jade flute could produce harmonious sounds on its own, echoing a mysterious rhythm.

The news she heard was, of course, accurate. Even if they had no time to act, the presence of a traitor was undeniable. Otherwise, who could have so deftly buried the imperial robe and jade seal in the prince’s backyard?

For a moment, the golden-tailed winged serpent’s rapidly beating wings suddenly lost strength. He had believed these spiritual creatures belonged solely to him, but now he felt as if he glimpsed his fate after employing such spirits—facing a tribulation.

The night was heavy with clouds; earlier, even the half-moon had been swallowed by the thick overcast sky, leaving the mountain path in utter darkness.

That previous blow not only failed to shatter his jaw, but he seemed unscathed, a clear sign that he was no ordinary master. It was better not to provoke him. The young man spoke earnestly.

These scenes flashed before me, one after another, as if I possessed another identity; yet I could do nothing with it, merely watching as the various scenarios unfolded like fleeting images before my eyes.

With this thought, Luo Su felt an involuntary chill in her heart. Even so, she remained indignant. Over the years, although she was but a maid, she had never suffered such humiliation at anyone’s hands.

“Sir, we’ve arrived in Tianjing. Where do you want to go? Point me the way—I’m not that familiar with the area!” The usually silent driver broke into Zeng Yi’s thoughts.

If there was such a city, it should be Fengdu Ghost City, yet it didn’t look the part. That city seemed empty, while Fengdu is the main hub of the underworld, where most spirits would first arrive—there ought to be many ghosts about.

Du Hen’s right leg, which he had kicked out with, was already numb. His supporting left leg felt as if it had been struck like an iron stake; after enduring a series of heavy blows, it slowly sank into the ground, all the way up to his thigh.

Many people from Yuehou were reluctant to give up their own “Yueguang Rice.” The late-maturing grains were especially fragrant and sweet. Replacing it with early-maturing varieties could never compare. After unifying their position, the people of Yuehou insisted on preserving the status of “Yueguang Rice,” and the decision was ultimately adopted after deliberation by the evaluation committee.

The carrot-and-stick approach is an ancient method, yet Xing Wuyi cared little for its age. In the eyes of a truly clever person, if a strategy works a hundred times, there’s no need for a second; always choose the most effective—this is true wisdom.

Sisi was stunned for a moment, then recalled how disrespectful her previous words had been. She stuck out her tongue and hurried after them. Soon, after a short lull in the neighboring room, bursts of soft laughter drifted out—it seemed the two maids had made up as if nothing had happened.

Taita was immense, like a giant, a formidable prodigy among the Western Desert’s strongest clans—the Celestial God Clan.