Chapter 55: What's Wrong with Warming Up?

In order to achieve his goal as soon as possible, the two mares Liu Feng chose were meticulously selected.

They were fed different diets, with soybeans specially added to their feed.

The diet for Wuzhui was, without a doubt, the best in the entire stud farm.

Not only did he get everything the other horses had, but he also received an extra egg every day.

Among the first three men who had initially sought out Liu Feng on their own initiative, Tian Laoba was the most astute. Therefore, the management of the horse farm was entrusted to Tian Laoba, especially since running the farm required dealing with the county magistrate's office, making Tian Laoba the most suitable candidate.

Wang San was a hunter, familiar with the mountains, and possessed some carpentry skills, so the brickyard was handed over to Wang San to manage.

Old Man Yang was the most honest and loyal, so...

"Prepare these ingredients first; I estimate we won't need many days." With his dark pupils deepening, Pei Zhichen could already imagine what a huge sensation it would cause once he joined that intimate conversation among girlfriends.

"The patient from the banquet?" After a brief recollection, Ye Xu immediately recalled the middle-aged man with a look of hatred and pale hands. He had sensed something unusual about the man at the time, and it seemed his initial judgment was correct.

Shi Qing was on the fifth floor, with each floor standing about five meters high. Shi Qing smiled with confidence, pushed off forcefully with both feet, and then leaped down from the building. Dropping from a height of over twenty meters would have turned an ordinary person into a puddle of mush. Yet Shi Qing remained entirely calm in mid-air, adjusting his center of gravity effortlessly without a single trace of worry.

"How can this be! How could a mere Tianyuan Realm warrior possibly injure me!" Thomas muttered in disbelief, unable to accept the reality.

Feng Xingtian had originally intended to rely on his advantage of being a major realm higher than Xiang Fei to put on a show of superiority, take a punch from him head-on, and then offer a few condescending critiques.

Du Mingwei had not expected that Zhu Qingmin and the others were also fans of this show. Generally speaking, dramas starring An Ruoyan were mostly watched by younger audiences.

"Mr. Du, to be honest with you! Our company is indeed a bit short on funds recently, and we are planning to seek financing." Gu Xiaowen had no intention of hiding it; for a company to develop, capital was particularly crucial.

Except for Shi Qing's intense match, the morning bouts had been largely unremarkable. Only Yuan Dongwei's appearance was stunning, but after he executed a single move, his opponent surrendered prematurely, leaving little else to watch.

Motian sometimes felt that he was rather strange, often finding vague scenes flashing through his mind.

Three hundred and sixty-five swords of vital energy, their blue radiance restrained, moved automatically in a pattern that seemed chaotic yet secretly accorded with the number of celestial stars in the cosmos.

At Nagisen's command, the dragon lich let out a sharp screech and soared straight up into the high sky. As it ascended, the dragon lich continuously spat out pitch-black necrotic spheres toward the White Tiger.

He had finally met the legendary Prince Zhao Qing, who was supposed to be the emperor's relative, but why was he an old codger? Wasn't it rumored that he was only around forty years old? Besides, after practicing martial arts to a high level, a forty-year-old should look much like a man in his twenties.

"I really don't understand what use this kind of sealing jutsu, which suppresses chakra, was developed for!" Kannazuki said with a twitch of his lips.

Even though the entire arena was stirred into a frenzy, his expression remained as calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.

Looking at the figure that was almost fleeing in panic, Bai Yeqing's gaze deepened. He brushed his long fingers across his lips, as if her lingering taste still remained. This sensation left his heart fluttering and difficult to control.

However, on the face of Gilles, who had successfully broken out of the heavy encirclement of the massive demon army, there was not a trace of smile to be found—only anxiety and worry.

Zhu Houzhao and his brother packed up their belongings, brought 50,000 taels of silver, and led 200 soldiers as they prepared to set off for Wenshang County. Every member of the entourage rode a horse, and the supplies were loaded onto carriages. The relief and pacification work in Dengzhou had been handed over to the deputy imperial envoy, who was the Minister of Revenue that had accompanied Zhu Houzhao.

For some reason, she was deeply worried about Ye Yuan, dreading the moment she might witness that bloody scene unfold.

"Qianxia is afraid there may still be residual poison in the child's system, so she is taking him to the Princess Residence for Lord Qing to examine," Wei Zhao said in a calm voice, pulling out a chair and drawing the brazier closer to Madam Wei before waving his hand to dismiss all the servants.

Even someone like Baili Qingyan could not possibly break through from the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Lord realm to the First Heaven of the Celestial God realm within a span of ten years.

That piercing scream stung the eardrums, sounding just like the wails of malevolent ghosts. It was intensely real—how could it possibly be an auditory hallucination?

"I was wondering what kind of trick it was, but it turns out to be nothing more than an unformed specter. I never expected your repertoire to be so eclectic, encompassing not only the path of insects but also the path of ghosts." Qin Chen's voice followed closely behind, entirely devoid of panic.

If a physician were to masquerade as the descendant of the Chu Dynasty's Crown Prince Zhaozhao, backed by a former imperial preceptor holding the Imperial Jade Seal, assassinated Lu Zhang, and seized control of the army and the capital with the help of the Qi Dynasty's crown prince, this play of rebellion and dynastic usurpation might actually have succeeded.

"Alright, the few of you go and rest for a while. Once the second wave of beast attacks subsides tonight and the demonic beasts rest, your mission will begin," Bing Lingtian said, waving his hand.

In the folklore passed down through generations, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva willingly led three thousand monks into the netherworld to deliver suffering ghosts and vengeful spirits, making a great vow: "If the hells are not emptied, I shall not attain Buddhahood; only when all living beings are saved shall I realize Bodhi." He could truly be regarded as the supreme, compassionate Buddha who saves all worlds.

How could she fail to understand this reasoning? Back then, her mother had spoiled her excessively, and she herself had simply wanted to wallow in maternal affection, which ultimately left her with mediocre talent. Had it not been for this, she would have long since been able to exact her revenge.

Mo Li almost thought Meng Qi's madness had infected him. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and scales began to appear on his face.

Now that the pain had vanished and the man who terrified him had left, the death squad member began to sink into a lethargic stupor.

In truth, this was a distinct trait of Wang Xin: whenever he perceived a threat, he always wanted to strike first to gain the upper hand.

"Sit down! This deity has something to ask you." Zhong Shuaishu cleared his throat and assumed a stern expression.

Yet although Huang Hong涛 had heard rumors in the past, he was based in City S, which was a great distance away from City H, so he had never acted on them.

From the very moment he struck the blow, Qin Ming had never felt a shred of regret. When it came to matters touching upon one's own dignity, how could one possibly compromise so easily?

Zhao Rui stated it so bluntly that Qin Ming still swallowed nervously, a trace of tension slipping through.

"Truly troublesome... This is the exact moment one needs helpers." While fleeing, Ilana dialed Zet's number.