Chapter 131: The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow

Since Suiren passed down the fire and Youchao built the houses, the world enjoyed peace. The human race multiplied rapidly, and powerful figures emerged one after another. However, as a newly born race, even with their best efforts and the favor of destiny, humanity still could not compare to the Wu clan, who guarded the earth, or the Celestial Court, which commanded the gods. Compared to the supreme races of the Primordial World, they remained significantly behind.

Suiren and Youchao, as the leaders of humanity, did not belittle themselves because of the gathering of fortune. They often gazed at the firmament, wishing to lead the human race to—

Although this war was extremely important to both sides, as far as the coalition of aristocratic families was concerned, no one was willing to deplete their own strength.

"Daoist, both you and the Master are men of great ability. I dare not ask you to sacrifice your own longevity," Luo Rongbo said, observing the serious expression on Old Daoist Gao’s face, knowing that the other party would never agree to exhaust his own lifespan.

I began to search the surroundings, only to realize that the octopus monster had vanished as well. How could this be? How could I have failed to notice such a large creature leaving?

Although she was filled with fear regarding this uncertain future, she had no other choice—because, at this point, some things were beyond her control.

"Very well, Ye Chen. I have invited you to join the Inner Palace time and again, yet you remain arrogant. When you are defeated by Fang Li, I want to see if you can still act so holier-than-thou." Chang Qingshan’s anger finally erupted, and leaving behind this harsh threat, he prepared to storm off.

"This General Huo Liang knew it was a capital offense, yet he returned to the country to accept his punishment. While he is certainly to blame, he can still be called a hero," Mo Ming nodded and said.

On the fifth day of the National Day holiday, Nie Dong logged into the Chigu YY server and went to play games with Chen Peng and Erbao. They mainly played Ghost Mode, as Nie Dong and Lin Qianying’s skill in that mode was considered legendary in the eyes of Chen Peng and Erbao.

The Empress Dowager’s appetite was completely piqued by Jiang Ruonan, and she immediately ordered the imperial kitchen to prepare a bowl of buckwheat noodles.

Although Mo Yan missed his mother, he smiled when he saw how happy Nuanyang was. Mo Ming and Mo Lin, however, exchanged a deep look before lowering their eyes simultaneously.

The two entered the inner hall, where an old man with a white beard greeted them before sitting down to take Yu Qiuyue’s pulse. After a while, he let go.

"It was a coincidence. I stumbled upon Zhang Chunzi back then, and after learning he possessed the skill of changing one's appearance, I had him alter mine. That is how I became who I am today."

She figured he would suggest that she accompany him to the banquet soon. With that thought, Jiang Yingxue could not sit still and hurried back to her room to change and dress up.

If it were unintentional, it might be fine, but if it were deliberate, such mockery of the Retired Emperor of Dongli was something worth pondering.

Yuan Wanzhen furrowed her brows, a sharp pain piercing her heart. She steadied herself, looked up at him, but remained silent, shedding only quiet tears.

Li Xi had not yet married and had not appointed an Empress, so naturally, there was no father-in-law of the Emperor. This old man was Li Xi’s maternal grandfather, the father of the late Empress.

Reinhardt glanced at the medical report he carried with him, which had already declared that he did not have long to live. He kept the report with him at all times, fearing that someone else would discover the fact that his life was coming to an end.

Wanjian hurried over, scooped up Mocun, and helped him sit back against the chair.

The next day, when she appeared at the banquet with the rest of the Jiang family, Jiang Xuan had returned to her usual fragrant, fair, and delicate self.

Therefore, they also hoped that one day they might see the two ancestors, Tian Sha and Di Sha; thus, they turned a blind eye, as long as things did not go too far.

With a loud clatter, Rodney was slammed violently onto the bar counter. He twitched twice and passed out. Before Irma could even scream, the opponent moved with god-like speed, lifted him up, and slammed him forcefully against his knee.