Chapter 50: The Eatery

The following day, when Qin Huiyin and her companions arrived at the county town by ox cart, the city gates were just beginning to open. They had already found out in advance where to rent a stall, so they secured a spot first, then unloaded their portable cart from the ox cart. The portable cart was collapsible; once assembled, they hung up the sign for their eatery, followed by draping the cloth menu across the front of the cart. The chilled noodles, cold jelly, rice noodles, and marinated meats had all been prepared ahead of time—now, it was just a matter of serving.

For now, throughout the entire kingdom, there was no one qualified to replace Radolph as the new Prime Minister. Duke Hubert had enough prestige, but his role was only fit for a wartime prime minister—his diplomatic and administrative abilities were mediocre at best.

A moment later, Wolf Fang and Sissi finally retreated from their previous position. From behind the woods, a large force suddenly emerged, rapidly advancing over the ground where the two snipers had lain, instantly surrounding and protecting them within several layers of security.

At this thought, Gugodo opened his enormous jaws, unleashing a mighty vortex that devoured the violent energies all around him.

Meanwhile, these villages and towns were also required to present tribute to the Purple Sky Sect, in exchange for the protection the sect provided.

Based on this, one could deduce that the Elder of Kunlun would certainly seek out places where human cultivators congregated.

The LCD screen was set up for the host and speakers on stage, allowing the audience to clearly see their voices, expressions, and demeanor.

In the next instant, the Heavenly Silkworm Armor shimmered with a soft white glow. A wriggling phantom of a snow silkworm emerged from the armor, following Po Jun's soul force and merging into his body.

The sigil wielder saw that his words had aroused the crowd’s displeasure and immediately held his tongue. Though he hailed from a great empire, stirring public ire was best avoided.

The South Market was as bustling as the Chu Market, only now its prosperity was tinged with a shadow.

Yubei Daoyou moved in the same manner; one after the other, the two of them entered the cell, with several elder assassination ninjas following closely behind.

Mo Zichen could not speak at this moment; anxiety was evident in her eyes as she looked to Qin Chuan. Yet Qin Chuan’s expression remained cold, unmoved.

A massive claw shot up from beneath the sea, soared into the air, seized the divine bird that had been crossing the ocean, and dragged it down beneath the waves.

Matthew understood this perfectly. Now sitting as Deputy Chief of the Los Angeles Police Department, he was all too aware of how the world worked. Thus, while he maintained his traditional values, he always presented himself in the media with a progressive attitude, thereby demonstrating his position.

The stone pedestal behind the treasure chest looked like a natural boulder, only its surface was smooth and adorned with some carvings, though nothing particularly special could be discerned.

Despite some lingering unease, as she embraced the bedding and breathed in the familiar scent of the wanderer, she gradually found peace.

Around the spirit stone hovered four other colored auras, converging upon it simultaneously.

The Lu family of Yingchuan had long been synonymous with elegance and refinement. The young men had never ventured to the frontiers, let alone she, so delicate and frail.

The Journey to the West and Investiture of the Gods worlds had vanished, yet other worlds remained, all existing within the Void Realm. Each was as vast as the earth’s universe, but their locations were utterly undetectable to each other.

The Golden-maned Lion King was beginning to believe, but now, blind, he feared nothing more than being manipulated. Even for Chen Mo, the master, he needed to personally verify the Great Transference of the Universe before he’d believe it. If one claimed Zhang Wuji was here, he’d need even more proof.

As for ordinary members, upon learning of the tangible benefits they’d enjoy in future games, they grew excited and eagerly encouraged their friends to join the guild.

It turned out to be a stillbirth; the child could not be born, and the doctor recommended a procedure within a week.

Fan Dong wanted to take his leave. Though this was not the outcome he’d wished for, the fact that Lu Yiming had sought him out personally and spoken frankly left him content.

His own ability was to select one evaluation of himself and make it reality.

Currently, as long as the Lu Group conducted business properly, no one could shake its position as the leading private enterprise in the city.

Lu Zhaohua also had that elegant, lotus-like aura, but from the very first meeting with He Lianxin, she had offended her and suffered harsh treatment.

Yet for all her precautions, she hadn’t foreseen that the Feng family would find one of the hospitals where the paternity test had been done and retrieve the results.

Li Zhien was unfamiliar with Xuantian City, making it genuinely difficult to find a suitable pawnshop.

Li Zhien had risen early, moved nimbly to prepare breakfast, intent on presenting her master with a delicious and appetizing meal.

At this moment, Jiang Sheng was wielding a terrifying power, and even the Wu brothers and Duan Niu—great masters in their own right—were sent flying by his charge.

At Emerald Manor in Qinghe City, Minghua Gao, clad in a black Armani suit, took a treasured bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet, then fetched a can of chilled Sprite from the refrigerator.

The Su father and son came over with the next group of guests, their light brown short hair catching the eye of Xiang Yue and her companions. Ye Ming looked closely and met Su Weiguang’s gaze.

Shangguan Mingzhu was already heartbroken and could not bear the slightest mockery, let alone the biting sarcasm from Shangguan Yuyin.

Turning with his phone in hand, he spotted Mother Su hiding nearby, her bright eyes fixed mischievously on him, her face full of meaning.

Long Shiyue sensed Gong Yuqian did not wish to continue the conversation, so she fell silent as well. Still, from Gong Yuqian’s hints, Long Shiyue had already begun to guess her intentions.

Since the reporters had arrived, she couldn’t refuse to see them—that would only make her appear as if she had something to hide.

She’d heard the woman was a beast tamer—could she tame birds as well? The crowd thought they ought to shoot the birds, but there were simply too many, and it was unclear which to target. In the blink of an eye, all the birds had vanished.

The human-faced centipede, enraged by gunfire, split its crimson lips to reveal another gaping maw within. Rows of shark-like teeth flashed as it lunged, intent on tearing its prey apart.

But when he looked up, the face that turned from the front seat was horrifying—a socket missing its eyeball, caked in dark red scabs, glaring straight at Ye Ming. The man opened his rotting lips, revealing blackened, blood-streaked gums.

The youth, before the maiden, stood cold and proud, his back straight, both hands cradling a long sword—the blade that, since he began his martial journey, had taken many lives and was stained with sin. That sword had accompanied him through countless nights, over many years.