Chapter 53: The Crown Prince Sends Shivers Down One’s Spine

Pei Dongzhou wanted to listen more closely, but the women of the Hundred Fragrance Tower filed out of the private room one after another until the door was shut.

The moment they caught sight of Pei Dongzhou, all the women's eyes lit up with excitement as they swarmed around him.

This young master possessed a handsome face and a tall, slender figure, and what made him truly unique was his gentle and refined demeanor. Patrons came and went constantly at the Hundred Fragrance Tower, but such an exquisite man was exceedingly rare.

Failing to see the person he was looking for among the crowd of women, and unaccustomed to being—

Ye Qiankun nodded slightly, his expression solemn. He was invited here by him; after all, although the Yanmen Gate also participated in domestic security, most of their deployments were concentrated around Ningjiang. As the Lord of Dragon Soul, Ye Qiankun had a much clearer understanding of the overall situation across China.

Witnessing this scene, everyone regained their confidence in the University of Technology. This was definitely not a scam school.

Ye Jiachun looked at the people gathered in the main hall. There were a full eighty or ninety cultivators stuck at the half-step Eternal realm.

However, disbelief was quickly followed by wild joy. Numerous families began recording the appearances and names of these individuals. As soon as the competition concluded, they would begin courting them.

The welcome banquet that evening still had to be attended. They could humiliate the hosts, but they could not completely disregard all etiquette.

Sitting across from him, Xu Minjun found it somewhat difficult to understand Song Tianyao's current attitude. Even with Xu Enbo making it clear that he intended to turn hostile, Song Tianyao could still remain calm and composed, joking and laughing with Huang Liu. What kind of backing did he actually have?

"Is there any way to contact the Feng family?" Wang Sheng and Sister Qiangwei stood on no particular ceremony. After exchanging a few polite pleasantries, Wang Sheng brought up the purpose of his visit.

Although he was the Sword God within the Myriad Realms Divine Court, he frequently undertook assassination missions, and most of the powerful figures he killed never even knew how they had died.

If their opinions were asked, they would say it must be used, absolutely must be used, and anyone who refused to use it was merely engaging in bureaucracy.

Watching the man sink down in agony, Veya clapped her hands in triumph. "Ning Weiyu, blood for blood," she squeezed out between her teeth before turning and leaving the place that disgusted her without a backward glance.

Crouching down to make himself a bit more comfortable, he took a fluorite stone from his pocket to illuminate the small room.

The original owner's school was located in a bustling commercial district, and Di Jue and the others would definitely come here to gather supplies, so they wouldn't need to travel far; they just had to find a clean place to rest.

Qin Sheng felt a lump in his throat. His real intention in inviting Ye Xi to meet this time was to make her his mistress and use that as a condition for her to become a member of the White Bird Club.

Staring at the sea surface teeming with no less than twenty drowned corpses, Terry even forgot to pick up the ghost mask that had been knocked off during the sneak attack.

The mere thought that Su Hanhan had snatched away almost everything Li Lan took pride in filled her with even greater fury.

A dead man returning to life, and one who was practically on par with their clan head—the invisible pressure kept them frozen, too terrified to make a move.

Wu Yu raised his head to look at the departing figure, then bowed solemnly once more toward Zhu Yunxi and the others.

Zhang Mo rolled his eyes. He guessed that Qiao Ran and Chen Xun, those two brooding guys who constantly kept an eye on Fang Hui, must have already noticed the unusual dynamic between him and Fang Hui.

Knowing that when a leader called you in for a talk at this hour, it was usually a matter of utmost urgency, Xu Damao picked up the receiver and waited quietly.

They had previously commissioned the Zhou family in the northern territories to search for horses, but the ones the Zhou family managed to acquire were mostly geldings. Whether they were submitting to the Central Plains or plundering it, the steppe nomads never relaxed their control over Central Plains horses—just as the Central Plains dynasties strictly controlled the entry of ironware, salt, and other goods into the grasslands.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Kuang's face distorted as he unleashed a heaven-shattering, earth-splitting offensive. Yet, it failed to instantly tear apart the order-web arrayed before him—a Great Dao momentum jointly unleashed by multiple giant-tier powerhouses, how could it be so easily dismantled?