Chapter 71: Zhao Manman's Courage

"Although I'm three years older than you, I've spent all my time at the police academy," she said. "I've never been in a relationship, never let anyone touch me—I've kept myself pure."

She looked steadily at him after finishing. "Cao Bin, do you want me?"

Cao Bin examined her carefully, taking in every detail...

Ever since Morikuni Lin Nosuke was defeated by Kirisame Rentaro, he had been silently reflecting and keeping notes.

Peering inside with his neck craned, he saw a young, handsome Taoist throwing a tantrum. He was so hoarse and tearful that his once good-looking face was nearly distorted.

"Since Qingqiu is the land of fox spirits, we are not entirely without clues. If we follow the trail of the Nine-Tailed Fox, we might find something," I said, glancing at everyone.

Yet the problem remained: Xue Xinrou was entirely correct. In terms of creating living beings, the power of the Jade Palace’s Nine-Dragon Ark far surpassed that of the Ancestral Deity. No matter how much improvement or innovation occurred, it could not exceed the abilities of the Jade Palace’s ark.

At this moment, forced to desperation by Mu Sheng, he had no other choice but to use the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and swallow the group whole. The demonic energy boiled in his mouth for a full hour. Seeing no further movement within the swirling blackness, the Yayu demon smugly recalled the energy, convinced that the group had been refined into pure demonic force, perfect to nourish himself.

Nangong Yuhuan had no idea what the two were saying behind her back, but she and Yulan had long since guessed the Emperor’s intentions and feelings. She felt no panic, only steeled herself inwardly, vowing to stay as far from the Emperor as possible in the future, avoiding entanglements whenever she could.

Alas... she successfully hinted to the Flame Catlin, brainwashed it, along with a host of monsters that followed her.

It was hard to say for certain—no one knew if Zhao Yiyang was truly confident. But if he didn’t act, there would be no hope at all.

Observing the crowd, all those half-immortals—regardless of their past status or temperament—were now bowing their heads and folding their hands in humility, every face steeped in deference.

Luckily, the temperature inside was different from outside; we could still manage to stay for a while.

"Mr. Miyamoto, the Empress gave birth to a princess who died. The Emperor asked me to take her away for burial," the old eunuch replied.

"That’s right. And there’s a stone dragon statue nearby as well. But this stone dragon statue..." Jiang Chang'an trailed off, uncertain how to describe the resurrection of a stone dragon, as it defied all reason—utterly impossible in anyone’s mind.

In founding families like the Jia clan, it was common to have Tartar slaves rewarded by the Great Ancestor in the early days, kept to tend horses and drive carriages.

Lei Ye’s gaze fell upon Dongfang Yunyang’s wrist. Although Dongfang Yunyang wore long sleeves, the silver bracer at his wrist peeked out ever so slightly.

Princess Redshift listened with rapt fascination, as if she had traveled through history and witnessed every detail firsthand. She could not help but praise the Seven Worthies, resolved to visit the "Seven Stars Temple" and burn incense for them, praying for their blessing and for the people’s well-being.

Having made the decision, he would see it done to perfection. Whether for those under his command or now before He Ye, his standards were unwavering.

Though she could banter about such things, when it came to action, fear still lingered in her heart.

Despite his age and poor health, Old Chang was especially fond of gossip from the entertainment world.

From the scattered words and phrases Lin Chu recalled, only a few left a deep impression—those were what he remembered most vividly.

Over the years, Rock not only received free gifts with his breakfast; even when buying barbecue, he got half off, and his ramen portions were always bigger than anyone else’s.