Chapter 122: The State Name is Xia, Accusations Made to the Face

Within this mountain range, numerous monstrous beasts dwell. Where there are such creatures, caves are inevitably dug. The dense demonic aura within these caves serves to shield him from the blinding essence of wind and thunder, as well as the lethal intent coursing through his body.

Today was the day the martial examination results were announced. Unfortunately, Yang Qian was injured, and Yang Xuran had gone to the government office, so the task of checking the list fell to Xu Nan. Yang Qian, unwilling to leave it to chance, also sent a maid along.

“There’s a flaw!” Sasuke swiftly threw six flying darts while Kakashi was speaking, causing blood to flow down Kakashi’s face.

“Fool, don’t cry. If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you!” The blond-haired Guang replaced Song Ci, wiping away his tears.

“Pleasure to meet you, Guang. Gold always shines, after all!” Guang introduced himself with a smile.

Rolan sighed deeply. Brother Zhao appeared harmless on the surface but was actually sharp as a hidden needle. It was my mistake—after all, Zhao had spent over a decade in officialdom; could he have learned nothing? Previously, he simply hadn’t used it against me, but this time I was careless—one wrong move in the game.

“Father, you really don’t understand a good heart!” Bilians pouted and stomped off to her room.

The Fourth Prince, along with four black-clad guards and Mo Wuxin, exerted their full strength, channeling their magical power desperately to assault the prison laid by Wei and Hua elders.

The disciples on the island heard the bell and hurried down. The vast mountain gate suddenly grew noisy. Yun Luo immediately recognized Mo Zhu with surprise and quickly went to inform Mo Li.

The celestial dragon suddenly trembled; one of its claws was instantly shattered, leaving the burly middle-aged man no chance to catch his breath. Xu Wen raised the former king’s seal and leapt forward, suppressing the celestial dragon.

Encountering the candied hawthorn vendor from yesterday again, Xie Qiao’s first instinct was to greet him.

The earth shook. Gradually, Yun Feng was astonished to realize that beneath this ancient town, something seemed to be stirring, causing the very land to tremble.

Peng Mo frowned deeply. Didn’t he say it was harmless yesterday? Could it be that he lied to ease her worries?

On October 1st, under the protection of special forces, Chen Ning, Sun Weiguo, Chen Feng, and others arrived at the North Sea Naval Headquarters.

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“Boss, two bowls of herbal tea and two baskets of hot buns,” Shi Yan said as he sat down, addressing the busy owner.

“Mom, don’t worry. I will definitely listen to you from now on,” Fei Liangyan said painfully, looking at his pale-faced mother on the sickbed.

In the office, Li Nince still felt uneasy. Wang Xuanlong’s blow earlier had undoubtedly shocked him deeply. One punch had shattered the entire room, leaving it in ruins. Was that even humanly possible? After much thought, he decided to have Li Mengsi deliver the Golden Dragon card to Wang Xuanlong.

Upon hearing this, Leng Jianfeng had long grown impatient. His goodwill was misunderstood as contempt. Just as he was about to retort angrily, Shi Yan grabbed him and gave a subtle look, signaling him not to lose his temper.

He lifted his robe and sat on a stone bench, poured tea into a new cup but did not drink, merely holding the cup and gazing at the tea within.

Suddenly, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant white glow shining fiercely from his eyes.

Regarding the second-level formation, only some basic arrays had been mastered so far. It was necessary to reference formation diagrams to arrange even simple formations.

Chong Li and Qing Yue were undergoing the Eternal Night Illusion within the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Scripture Wheel. This journey would last at least several years, possibly decades; no one could say for certain.

He could only release poisonous bees from his sleeve while dodging. Due to limited space, his long-term stock of poisonous bees was only about ten thousand. Now, all of them swarmed around the icy wind lion.

A layer of white mist had unknowingly spread across the lake’s surface. Outside, tourists shouted wildly, “River God! Is the River God about to manifest?”

His gaze caught sight of a black creature, neither fully bird nor beast, with a round, swollen belly about to burst and a flattened humanoid head, drifting toward Qin Cheng.

Since last sensing the agitation of the Heart of Melody, it seemed poised to break through, yet after days of cultivation, there was no sign of progress—he did not know where it was stuck.

Fang Qiong shrank his neck, finally understanding. The old corpse’s first human speech was halting, and since it had already said the second bow to the ancestors, it was now his turn to say the third.

That fat man kept muttering about fighting, fighting—far too much. They simply could no longer bear it.

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Fortunately, Guo Zhenghua knew Wang Jianjun’s strength well enough to believe he deserved the new price set.

Several magical treasures attacking him were shattered. Wang Hong still had time to help three other cultivators break a few more treasures.

Tuqi Shina closed his eyes after speaking, knowing that his tribe would cease to exist because of his actions. He was ready to face the torrent of scorn from the crowd.

He had intended to speak directly, but given the delicate relationship between a few new beast tamers and Han Chuan, he chose to give a warning first, to prepare him mentally.

The group left the inn, crossed the Zhenhuai Bridge along South Street, exited the city through the Jubaomen Gate, then crossed the Changgan Bridge over the Outer Qinhuai River.

After another round of flattery, they spoke again of the banquet hosted by the King of Jiangcheng for distinguished guests today.

Following suit, Huang Ming and the others imitated Shen Yu’s actions, tossing money to reward the performers.

Objects in the tomb, after years of exposure, absorbed the underground yin energy and the corpse’s murderous aura, forming an extremely fierce evil energy.

What was going on? Why did Chi Hua’s voice suddenly become so sultry and tempting? How could one sentence sound so seductive?

“Whose beard is that? Is the person alright? What should we do?” Laowang, usually silent, suddenly became anxious.

Xiu’er was eating well, sleeping soundly, and had nothing to worry about. She even began dressing up, bouncing around the house like a blooming flower. A twenty-year-old young lady, always prettily dressed—many people of that era simply could not understand it. Wang Jiuping thought, let her be; as long as she was fine.

Shen Yue went to the side room to meditate and cultivate, yet the image of a waterfall plunging three thousand feet kept lingering in her mind, unsettling her thoughts.