Chapter Ninety: The Etiquette Procedure

He Tiansheng lifted his eyes and said, “None of us brothers knows the courtesies. If we are to come near the Emperor, I am afraid we shall need the Chancellor to put forth much effort.”

Su Li smiled. “That is simple. Go back first today, and come again tomorrow.”

He Tiansheng rose, cupped his hands, and walked out.

Su Li watched the retreating figure of He Tiansheng and reached out to seize—

The Thunder King was displeased as well. Clearly it was the Immortal King of the Imperial Cycle who had made a fool of himself, and yet he still wanted to put on airs. Who was that for?

“What is it? If you say nothing, I’ll take that as your assent. Then the contract is signed, and the money will be yours at once,” Li Yi said to Old Ding.

Only, no one knew what this azure jade stone truly was, to require the fire of a soul’s heart infused with immortal spiritual energy in order to be smelted.

At this moment, the cat demon only hoped that Yuan Yuan could rely on that single address of “ancestor” to plead on its behalf.

After all, though he was full of confidence in this battle, Luo Heng’s sudden appearance still made the ancient divine being feel a faint stir of unease.

When Liu Ye saw that the old gentleman refused the money no matter what, he stopped arguing. Now that the old gentleman was here, and with some fresh medicinal herbs on hand, Liu Ye gave birth to his original idea: open a pharmacy and use fresh herbs to reap the greatest profit.

This Nan Yin—she was the second strongest of the Dark Four Heavenly Kings, and among the masters of the present martial world, she ranked within the top ten.

In the next instant, taking advantage of Yun Feiyang’s lapse of attention, the Fire Dragon let out a roar and swooped down upon him.

He did not believe that the Long Hidden dragon’s intelligence had gone wrong. At the very least, the information they had investigated earlier should not have been mistaken. As for the situation Li Yi was describing now, he likewise did not believe Li Yi was speaking nonsense.

Hearing Zhu Fen’s words, Li Yi’s lips curved into a cold smile. He looked toward the row where the teachers sat, with the vice principal seated at the very front.

“Then I’ll trouble Captain Liu. There were misunderstandings before, and I ask that Captain Liu not take them to heart. Let those misunderstandings drift away with the wind,” Lin Qibing said, understanding that Liu Yong was seeing him out, and did not linger.

The corpse of the Demon That Ruins the Law was cut into countless grains, then swept by a single sword’s might and turned to dust.

Inside the Liu family’s house, a family meeting was also underway. Liu Haizhong was speaking with great enthusiasm, and his two sons along with Second Aunt sat on benches, applauding and praising him from time to time.

In this way, only one acting master remained on Xia Qing’s side, and in his hand was only a revealed meteor stone he could use to return the move.

After the work report was finished, the few of them began chatting idly about all manner of things. From time to time they would also take out a deck of cards to play a few rounds, though to avoid souring relations, they put a stop to any gambling for money.

By then, the thirty-three divine-level powers, as well as the most elite loose cultivators and even the transcendent clans, would all come here, either to sell or to buy all manner of rare heavenly treasures, weapons, magical artifacts, and other cultivation resources that were ordinarily hard to see.

They all shared one trait: they kept using communication talismans, seemingly notifying their companions to hurry to this area at once.

The resisters checked the shackles in the soldiers’ hands; they were bound so tightly that they had not even entertained any other thoughts.

Although skill draws and royal duel stickers were deadly enough, those were matters for the next turn.

Ye Zhenzhen’s face fell, and she fell silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Ye Xuanye did not press her; he simply lifted a cup of tea from the table and drank slowly.

When the seventh singer finished, it was the eighth singer’s turn to take the stage: the Ice Snow Princess, Lin Mengyao.

The mystery of the Myriad Transformation Sacred Body lay in this: Xu Rugu did not need to deliberately compress his true essence. As the strength of his flesh continued to rise, his true essence would compress and condense of itself. Once it reached sufficient strength, it would naturally enter the liquid-returning realm, with no such thing as a bottleneck.

Da Yuer was captivated by the beauty before her. Unable to restrain herself, she looped her arm around Liu Qingshan’s, as though only thus could they merge and love one another, only thus could they share in all the loveliest things in the world together.