Volume 1, Chapter 111: Li Ruochu Puts Su Manyin in Her Place

“Mr. Sun, you’re too polite. The most important thing is the company’s interests; it doesn’t matter who invited Qiao Wei,” Su Manyin said calmly from the back seat, her tone steady yet tinged with subtle meaning.

Though Su Manyin’s words seemed to defend the company, they were in fact a reminder to Mr. Sun that it wasn’t Li Ruo Chu who had brought Qiao Wei in.

The implication was clear: Li Ruo Chu was not as capable as presumed.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yizhou’s lips curved into an amused smile. “Manager Su’s words are apt. Our Secretary Li certainly doesn’t think highly of Qiao Wei.”

Confidence radiated from his voice, as if heralding Li Ruo Chu’s exceptional nature.

Shen Yubai sat beside Feng Yizhou...

However, according to Taoist divination and the art of physiognomy, based on the readings, Dong Yi discovered that this man truly was a ruler of his era—a fact that puzzled him immensely.

“Does the aroma of the coffee here appeal to you?” The elder, unfazed, posed another question.

Ichimaru Gin couldn’t help but give her a light tap on the head. What a fool; he had worried about her for nothing.

The subordinate often derided by Sun Ce as a ‘rice bucket’ spat a mouthful of blood onto the man’s shoe, a cold smile playing on his lips as he lay defeated on the ground.

Yet, he still struggled to comprehend what was unfolding before him—the water here seemed untouched by the tremendous energy of geothermal volcanoes, freezing cold enough to pierce the skin.

His thoughts shifted, and instinctively, he placed his right hand behind his back.

He meant no disrespect to the deceased; he was simply searching for the Absolute Immortal Heavenly Spirit Herb. If it wasn’t here, he would leave immediately.

Having spoken, she withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and resumed her concentrated hand seals to lay out the formation.

“Young master, I know there’s a demi-god spirit turtle there! That creature, like me, hails from the Black Dragon Pond and boasts incredible defense. We’ve been adversaries for nearly a millennium, yet neither can best the other!” The wild dragon, sensing a peculiar kinship, began strategizing boldly, invoking another archrival’s demi-god presence.

“You dare lay a hand on me, my master will never forgive you.” Ling Tian’s face darkened to the extreme. The elder’s cultivation far surpassed his, making escape impossible. Moreover, with Tang Shishi by his side, he couldn’t simply abandon her. For a moment, he was at a loss.

Two days remained before the August 15th Grand Taoist Assembly. Yet, many Taoist practitioners had arrived days early, gathering to discuss scriptures, trade goods, and stir anticipation for the event.

“My lord, what happened? Are you alright?” A blue-skinned attendant asked with concern, gently patting Lu Weiji’s back, offering slight relief to the incessantly coughing man.

Startled and unsettled, Brother Xu took a swift step behind the bodyguards, swallowing his trembling as he shouted.

The doctor diagnosed exhaustion and excessive strain causing blood stagnation, prescribing tonic medicine for Li Hun and advising him to relax his mind.

Elsop swept his hand, tidying the mess of scattered bottles into his storage space, then hurriedly led the military mages representing the Rhine Camp’s upper ranks out of the council hall.

Though Zhao Qian was no benevolent lord and had many deaths under his command, witnessing a million restless spirits reduced to dust stirred his pity. Clenching his right hand, he halted the entire formation.

“No need. I trust your character. As the lord of the City of Despair and Hope, you have your own pride. That Soul Suppressing Stone collar has no right to bind you!” When a jailer turned to fetch the collar, Xuan Yue’s voice rang out clearly.

Chen Feng was speechless and chose not to check his attributes. He simply sheathed the Qingfeng Sword, switched his template to basic fist techniques, and began mimicking the demonstrated moves.

The latter understood immediately, casting wind magic to float back along the original path. The fortress gates and elemental light barriers showed no sign of opening anytime soon.

“Tianjian, Xiao Jue Tian, you relics always like to lean on your age and status. It’s downright irritating!” Bai Yi’s words accompanied his figure as he appeared beside Xiao Jue Tian’s left side.

After listening, everyone turned their gaze to Tang Ye, who scratched his nose and smiled wryly.

The area of Mo County corresponds to modern-day Ningbo. During the Tang Kaiyuan era, it became known as Mingzhou, but at this time, it was merely a county governed by Yuezhou.

This sudden change left Wan Wuyu stunned; the pain in his arm caused a slight pause, leaving him caught off guard by Bai Yao’s unexpected move.

After sitting for a while, his headache eased somewhat. He headed to the kitchen to prepare a sobering broth but stopped halfway to ask Qin Jianghao if he had eaten.

These Central Plains folks eyed the host’s food, which looked slightly inferior to their own. The paying guests dined on fresh grains, while the others seemed to be eating older stock.

He was the son of the Princess of Nankang; his ascent to the throne roughly met the Southern Dynasties’ standards. An imperial prince ascending the throne was more acceptable than someone like Liu Yu, a commoner.

Seated on the intricately carved wooden chair at the hall’s center, Tian Jin’s eyes lowered. The soft light from the window caressed her cheek, her bare face resembling a lotus blooming proudly on still water.

Last year, he was first exiled, then pardoned, journeying to Chang’an, and from there to Chang Le County—a long, arduous path. The money he had saved up was nearly depleted. Now, with nothing but his battered body, he stood before Luo Yong.

The husky, having also taken the Beast Spirit Pill, was now obedient, noticeably slimmer. Hearing the knock, he volunteered to answer the door.

The bearded man stepped aside but didn’t fully open the door. Sister Dong looked at him curiously; knowing his nature, he surely had something to say.

Huofeng and Jinyuan coordinated, releasing countless red-hot iron needles from midair like rain, dense and unrelenting.

Back when the Barefoot Immortal had yet to ascend, he could traverse the primordial wilderness with these golden feet alone, a testament to their power.

Mont Blanc stared at Li Ziming in astonishment, puzzled at how he knew such matters. Shaking his head, he left, leaving the revelers behind.

Now, guests had arrived. Jin Dazhong and the Zhang family went to assist, while Jing Sheng and Lihua greeted them and followed along. Taohua, unable to find Mingsheng, asked Baichuan to accompany Mr. Zhao to search. It was late, and she feared Mingsheng might wander off.

Liu Shihan nodded instinctively but changed his mind halfway through. Though his head shook no, Ji Ya slept soundly in his arms.

The “Sun” and “Moon” simultaneously cast beams of light, converging above the village.

“No need. I feel quite well now…” Edward shook his head and rolled comfortably on the grass.

Despite this, locking the door upon leaving had become a habit from a past life, so Reslin still locked up.

“Don’t speak!” Fu Yiqi, expressionless, suddenly stopped the car and commanded the man to be silent.