Volume Three: The Turmoil at Xuanwu Gate Chapter 118: The Disbandment of the Heavenly Strategy Office

Upon hearing Sun Simiao’s words, the hearts of everyone in the room instantly leaped into their throats. Fang Xuanling spoke on behalf of the group, asking, "Daoist Sun, what exactly is the situation with the Prince of Qin? Has he been poisoned?"

Old Sun shook his head and replied, "It is not poisoning. Based on the signs I observe, the Prince of Qin has been overcome by extreme rage, leading to a surge of liver-yang that has caused his blood to rush upward, resulting in this unconscious state."

Relieved to hear it was not poisoning but rather that he had been angered into a faint, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Yaojin asked, "Then, Daoist Sun, what are you waiting for? Quickly save our Great Commander!"

"Hmph! Originally, this would not have been life-threatening; one would only need to gently insert a hollow silver needle into the Niwan Palace to vent the internal fire, and he would regain consciousness!" the old man retorted...

"..." Qi Nian bit her lip slightly. She had expected Brother Che to say that Yan Yusheng was innocent, or that Yan Yusheng knew nothing at all. She thought Brother Che would only speak in defense of Yan Yusheng.

Who do I think it is? Isn't this Young Master Long? My apologies, though we are acquainted, the company is holding an important meeting today, and outsiders are not permitted to enter. Please return another time. Of course, if you have an invitation or a staff badge, that is a different matter; otherwise, there is nothing to discuss.

She had already changed her clothes, and her makeup and appearance were flawless, though her face was slightly flushed and she was perspiring.

Perhaps "compensation" is not the right word; let's call it a reimbursement. We could give them all the prize money and awards obtained from this work, while keeping the credit for myself. If that is still not sufficient, I could add a little more money as a modeling fee for the two of them.

Once Zhang Yi said this, the entire scene fell into instant silence. Those who knew Murong Bo were particularly stunned, looking at the man in black, trying to discern if what Zhang Yi said was true.

"It should be said that I am, at most, being used to test the waters, but the true key still lies with Wang Zhao." Pei Xiu nodded, essentially agreeing with Old Xu’s conjecture.

With the momentum from the concert and the hype generated by major music radio stations, followed by interviews and promotional coverage from television and various media outlets, the distribution company was actually quite optimistic about Lei Lei’s album. But to suggest it could reach platinum sales—who would have the courage to imagine such a thing? After all, she was only a newcomer.

"Swish!" A cold glint flashed in Xiao Long’s eyes as he turned and ducked behind the door. Moments later, Lei Long and Blood Rose discovered that Xiao Long was already gripping a dagger.

He had encountered a troublesome customer who insisted on debating every point of the clerk’s presentation with a series of hypothetical arguments, many of which were clearly ill-intentioned.

"I am Granny Mei from the Linglong Secret Realm. Little one, are you aware of who I am?" Granny Mei leaned on her cane, staring directly at him.

Tang Xiao sat up straight, deliberately reaching out to smooth his clothes. He looked at Jian Qi with a smile again, his expression quite expectant.

"What do you suppose is the origin of this dog? The strength of its demonic form is truly rare; why have we never heard of it before?"

Fire Bear had indeed poured everything he had into him. Although his cultivation level had not improved in the slightest, his internal power had been tempered multiple times. If he were to use the same techniques now, they would be at least twice as powerful as before.

In this dark, blood-stained room, the sudden sound of footsteps felt like a death knell, making the veins on everyone's temples pulse in rhythm.

After saying this, he feigned mystery and smiled at those around him. He fished out a jet-black bead, held it aloft, and requested that the Hall Master perform the ritual to collect the remaining soul fragments; one question would reveal all.

Ten days later, he finally arrived at the place mentioned. An extremely eerie aura emanated from the area; had he not possessed the Evil Curse Grimoire, he would not have dared to proceed.

"Reporting to the Team Leader, I would like to go relieve myself." At that moment, a police officer reported to Li Zhuang.

This was indeed the diary of a Federation soldier, but the contents recorded within sent shivers down Fang Rui’s spine.

Everything was like a puzzle, tightly coiled around my heart, leaving me unable to break free.

"Go away, you." Chang Qingyu’s face turned crimson. On a bustling street filled with people, this man actually wanted her to take the initiative to kiss him?

At this point, what more was there to say? The Emperor of Great Ming had spoken, which meant that Japan was about to face a counterattack from Goryeo and an invasion by the Great Ming.