Chapter 46: The Only Example of High Intelligence Submitting to Low Intelligence

Aunt Xue shook her head. What Jia Rong had said that day had reached even her ears. Coupled with the circumstances of that day and the presence of numerous guests, concealment was no longer of any use.

Compelled by the situation, the crowd retreated backward one after another, worrying that the impending clash between the two sides might drag them into the vortex as well—that would truly be a tragedy.

They intentionally exaggerated that fellow's prowess so as to offer an explanation for their own wretched plight; otherwise, would they not become the laughingstock of their fellow disciples?

The busty girl spoke as she fished a lengthy receipt from her pocket and handed it to Tang Ming.

"There are also some tedious people!" It seemed that Zhou Miaomiao truly disliked this dinner party. Whenever Ma Zhe asked a question, she gave a perfunctory reply, leaving Ma Zhe completely baffled. What tedious people could she possibly mean?

"Wuu wuu!" Hearing this, the weeping Wang Qing instantly choked back her sobs. After all, the most important matter for the elderly couple right now was for their remains to be laid to rest in peace.

Cecilia Cheung shook her head, gazing at him with incomparable tenderness, and then smiled as she kissed his cheek. Everything was already understood without a word.

During this period, the Demon Realm also launched attacks against the Underworld. Fortunately, the Underworld possessed the Ten Yama Kings as well as the presiding Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, making it difficult for the Demon Realm to make any headway despite prolonged sieges.

He blinked and looked at Xiaohua: "What are you looking at! Is a two-star rating not good enough?!" Xiaohua protested with displeasure.

"No, don't leave, stay and talk to me!" Hearing Master Li threaten to leave, the Queen Mother of the West, trapped behind the door, instantly grew anxious.

A normal person would certainly feel a sense of crushing suffocation at such a moment, but Jiang Han felt no heaviness whatsoever. After letting his thoughts drift for a brief moment, his composure and decisiveness returned.

Since Jiang Xue possessed exceptional innate talent and aptitude, she had attracted the attention of the Qingxuan Academy, which set Jiang Han's mind much more at ease. After giving her a series of instructions, he left the academy all by himself.

The moment Shen Wu saw her master's expression, she immediately covered her mouth with her hands. Her large eyes were filled with panic, and she was so anxious she did not even know what to say.

The man wielding the heavy hammers only felt a terrifying, crushing force pressing down upon him. The earth beneath his feet could not bear the weight and directly shattered, his boots sinking deep into the ground. Furthermore, his arms went completely numb, making it impossible for him to retain his grip on the two heavy hammers, which dropped heavily to the ground.

Only Jiang Han had yet to attempt the Qingxuan Tower thus far, and his combat record seemed to remain stagnant at the dozen-or-so floors mark, rendering it incomparable to others—truly a matter of regret.

Fang Yuan's next mission was to launch an expedition against the Prince Mu's Estate in Yunnan. The military council regarding the subjugation of Yunnan was held in the Huangji Hall.

"Hiss!" Bai He bared his teeth in pain. He had not expected that this old man, despite his advanced age, possessed such astonishing strength. He felt as though his shoulder had been struck by a heavy sledgehammer, and the sudden shock nearly brought him to his knees. He could not tell whether the old man had done it on purpose.

The white phosphorus bombs of the Black Armor Cavalry had only been used during the conquest of Shandong and had not been employed in the western expedition against Li Zicheng. Over the past year, the Changshu Arsenal had been working overtime to produce white phosphorus bombs, manufacturing three thousand of them—a generous gift prepared by Fang Yuan for the Manchu Tatars.

As for Master Li, he stared in blank astonishment at Ada Wong, who had suddenly appeared, never expecting that she would actually rush over.

"By the time you go looking for Noble Consort Shu, Yaoyao will have already been swallowed alive by Noble Consort De." Yan Chunfeng chimed in from the side with sarcastic remarks.

Therefore, these two initial Fulfillment Gourds were, in truth, thoroughly authentic magic tools, and extremely formidable ones at that. Zhou You had already discovered this long ago when Heizi gathered the floodwaters and Su Ye captured the ghost moth scales.

"Hahahaha! I actually thought you weren't going to take my call! Where are you right now?!" Lin Ye was eating his dinner, never imagining that the casual call he placed would actually go through.

"Stop looking. I'm just good-looking, and you can't envy that." Yu Yuesheng glanced coldly at Qi Yan.

The four sworn brothers exchanged glances. Aside from the fifth brother, Liang Yuening, whose intelligence lagged slightly behind and who remained utterly clueless, the others tacitly understood the direction and development of their upcoming actions.

Tong Yao dodged and waved her hand through the air in front of her, wishing not to come into contact with that white fluff. If something were to fly out of the morgue, could it be that the dead person had turned into a moth and flown out?

This debt of gratitude for saving his life essentially stemmed from the Kelat Pig brothers carrying him away from that place of right and wrong. The longer he remained in the wild, the higher the probability that he would be captured by the Heretic God Cult or the Assassination Organization...

She walked to the center of the room, knelt gracefully, and cast a relatively calm gaze toward Mu Feng, who sat at the very center.

Chen Fei consumed the potions one bottle after another, wave after wave of intense heat continuously diffusing through his body.

Even at the Peak of Heavenly Spirits where emperors fought, only those at the Mysterious Pass Realm possessed the qualifications to ascend the mountain and watch, while those below the Mysterious Pass Realm could only wait at the foot of the mountain.

Given the temperament and state of mind of these two supreme experts, being played like a fool by Chen Fang in this manner would surely make them yearn to tear Chen Fang into ten thousand pieces.

"Important matters?" Chen Chongshan was filled with boundless perplexity. The last time he had seen Xu Jiaming was barely half a month ago; after half a month of silence, what important business could he possibly have with him? And to seek him out all the way at Mount Mei, no less?

This young man was merely a grandmaster at the late stage of the Innate Realm, and he did not even harbor the slightest urge to make a move against him.

Time seemed to flow backward. For Lu Tian, this place was utterly unfamiliar, yet for some reason it held an intense fascination for him, as if plucking at his heartstrings. Standing here, he suddenly experienced an inexplicable sense of belonging.

Hearing this name, those present nodded in succession. The White-Bearded Man was also a formidable and renowned master of sorcery, though he had lived in seclusion deep within the mountains for many years and rarely showed his face. This man had participated in the War of Resistance, capable of accurately calculating the locations of enemy command posts and even the enemy commander-in-chief, allowing artillery fire to obliterate them in a single strike. However, rumors circulated that this man had long since passed away.

A booming sound echoed from the ground, and immediately afterward, originating from Moro's fist as the center, spiderweb-like cracks could be seen spreading outward across the surrounding terrain at a visible pace.

The golden giant let out a heart-rending roar. One could try putting oneself in his shoes—his inner state had completely collapsed. Anyone tossed about in such a manner would inevitably break down.

The clan elders present had not witnessed how miserably the members of the Wang family had died outside, but seeing it with their own eyes now, they felt truly heartbroken and consumed by rage. When had the Wang family, standing proudly in the Jiangnan region for two hundred years, ever suffered such humiliation and slaughter?

The scales on the old dog's body trembled slightly, as if intimidated by Ling Yanqing's words. Lowering its eyelids, it glanced at her and immediately snapped its mouth shut, uttering not another word concerning the Great Emperor.

One must bear in mind that those permitted to enter this grand hall constituted the most noble stratum of the Great Wei State, a category that at least until this moment had never included Zheng Dali.

Xie Lingfeng stepped inside, and the receptionist closed the heavy doors behind him. As the two drew closer, Heisha Qiong's eyes revealed a look of satisfaction.