Volume One, Chapter 106: If the Emperor Is Incompetent and the Court Decays, Then I Shall Take His Place!

Golden radiance erupted from his body, and the three thousand Buddhas behind him seemed to spring to life, shifting between singularity and multiplicity in a blink of an eye. In an instant, a colossal Buddha figure, thousands of feet tall, manifested behind him, enveloping Jin Chanzi, Lei Tingchan, and Ding Hao within its light.

"If anything ever happens, you must tell me immediately, do you hear?" Song Tianmo reached out and pinched her nose.

However, Wen Ruoyun had secretly decided that as long as Li Zifeng wanted her, she would always be ready for him. Even if she could never be his wife, it made no difference; as long as he was happy, she was willing to do anything.

The sandstorms were severe here, often hindering military operations. Therefore, she proposed adapting to the local terrain by building houses away from the prevailing wind direction, which helped avoid unnecessary losses.

Others might not be shown respect by a prince, but as an emperor, he would at least be granted some courtesy, wouldn't he?

Even Zhang Fan, who had never given up hope, felt a glimmer of sorrow deep within his eyes.

There was also the four-point agreement they had made back then, drawn up in duplicate. Besides dealing with the copy in his hands, the one in Ling Fei's possession also needed to be handled.

Picking up her chopsticks, she ate with great relish, muttering incessantly about how delicious the food was.

When the three of them entered, they were met with a fierce attack. However, by splitting up to handle the onslaught, they managed to hold their ground for the time being.

The words of the Third Madame Li left everyone present dumbfounded. Who had ever heard of a mother-in-law like this? While some of the ladies present were fond of their daughters-in-law, few dared to express it so openly.

Ye Xi looked at the two of them, wishing that if Consort Yue really harbored ill intentions, this matter were merely a fabrication; otherwise, the trouble would be immense.

As it neared noon, everyone felt hungry. They returned from the breeding area to the castle in groups, heading to their respective rooms to wash up before going to the dining hall.

The steward's office was filled with nothing more than account books and miscellaneous items. The man looked around and spotted two large trunks stacked in the corner to the left.

"Discrimination! Did you see that? This brat is looking down on an Immortal!" Unfortunately, no one paid him any mind.

Xie Lin shook her head, picked up the sliced oranges, and glared at him. "Anyway, I created this opportunity for you two today; you decide what to do with it." If he truly loved Xiao Yun, he would know how to act; if he didn't, that was a different matter entirely.

He felt that wherever his gaze touched a character, it would wriggle, coming to life as it drifted toward him and merged into his mind. Yet, when he shook his head and looked again, the characters remained carved into the stele, motionless and strange.

The commoners were chattering in a frenzy, arguing over Mrs. Zhang, who had fainted in her sedan chair, their voices rising over one another.

Luoyu stepped back without a trace. Her shoulder still ached; her uncle was truly ruthless. Every time they met, he pushed her to the brink. However, knowing the news about Qianshan Xueyi put her at ease, and she had unexpectedly learned about her mother as well. It seemed she needed to find time to visit the Dark Realm.

It appeared there had been a quarrel between A-Miao and Zhan Kuang; the two had been in a cold war lately. On the contrary, that shameless Mo Xuanxi kept provoking A-Miao, yet he seemed to be avoiding her.

Hua Yin lowered his gaze to the bandages being wrapped around him, then looked at him with inscrutable eyes, though he remained silent.

"Cough, cough—cough, cough, cough—" A metallic, bloody taste filled her throat, and warm blood trickled from the corner of her lips. Bo Yanhe broke into a sweat from the pain, her fingers turning white as she gripped the ground tightly.

Watching Le Tan pounce once more, he couldn't help but close his eyes, abandoning all hope of survival.

Maizi knew this had touched his raw nerve; Ye Zifan probably wanted nothing more than to avoid seeing her and Maibao right now.

Hearing this, Jin Keyan subconsciously followed his gaze to the back. He saw that on the previously clean and tidy floor, a pair of footprints was gradually becoming distinct from a blur. It would likely be clearly visible in less than a minute.

"Understood, Senior Brother Qin Bai." Hehuan's silvery laughter echoed in Qin Bai's mind. He suddenly felt that swinging his sword a thousand times was no longer tedious.

Strands of black hair clung to her head, and water from her face streamed down her cheeks onto her clothes, soaking her collar.

She suspected it might be due to her insufficient cultivation, but after checking, she instantly ruled out that possibility.

However, his subordinates were oblivious; they only knew that Lu Yan had been reported by Director Zhao but had left the police station unscathed.

I do not know how many days had passed when I fell into a high fever. Perhaps the hunchbacked old man had come by a few more times, but I had lost all sensation. I thought I was truly going to die, but death would be a relief—at least I would no longer suffer such torment.

"Miss, are you lost?" A gentle, pleasant voice rang in my ears. I looked up, sniffled, and stared pitifully at the person who had appeared in the ruined temple.

They truly hated him, for they had finally glimpsed wealth and hope on the horizon, only for this rogue old dragon to ruthlessly destroy it.

As Zhang Lingshu spoke, she recalled hearing at the Jinfeng Club how Yang Hao had shaved off Feng Yanxiong's eyebrows with a blade, and seeing from afar how he had forced the attendants of the Tiele prince to retreat with his sword. She couldn't help but laugh to herself.

Wuenqi shrugged. Although Faruq was young, his mind was sharp; he was a difficult spirit to deal with.

The man's eyes flashed with cold light as he reached out to grab Wuenqi's right shoulder, but Wuenqi did not resist, merely sneering incessantly.

"Someone, go and summon Lord Xu Maogong, Lord Xun Yu, and Lord Liu. Tell them I have important matters to discuss." Having just returned to the prefecture office, Xue Rengui ordered his servants to call them.

"Hey! Lu Qi, what are you doing?" Seeing Lu Qi about to do something foolish, Ling Zun hurried to stop him. But facing the terrifying power of Lu Qi's Zong-level strength, how could Ling Zun, who only understood the basics of physical combat, possibly stop him?

Furthermore, regarding our support for Ashina She'er, we could propose certain conditions—for instance, requiring him to pay tribute or cede territory once the task is accomplished. At this juncture, Ashina She'er would not refuse us.