Chapter 65: What the Hell is Chastity Anyway?

"Since that is the case, there is nothing left to talk about." Having said this, Fugaku's figure flickered with a swift *whoosh* and vanished entirely. On the other side, a sharp glint suddenly surged into the Raikage's pupils, flashing and disappearing like a bolt of lightning.

Tang Chong received no fewer than ten phone calls, one of which was from Wu Dexin, primarily to brief him on the order status for the grade-one lubricating oil.

However, in Fan Jin's eyes, this imperial examination prompt felt much more like a test of political allegiance rather than a traditional academic exam.

Nearby, Dilo's mouth fired questions like a machine gun, yet Seijuro offered no reply, leaving the motionless Kebisha lying on the ground utterly speechless.

The system was not permitted to be leaked—or rather, that was what the system assistant claimed. Whether the system's existence could truly be exposed to others remained unknown to Tang Chong, but it was abundantly clear that the system's arrival was no coincidence; it served a specific purpose, and at least, the system assistant was keeping certain things from him.

The moment Seijuro, dressed in samurai attire, stepped into the bar, he immediately drew everyone's attention. Yet after only a brief moment, the patrons turned back, resuming their drinking and casual conversations with their companions.

How could Shen San ever voice such a thought? He hastily shook his head to indicate it was nothing, shifting his attention back to the present.

Recalling the confidential memorial Fan Jin had sent him, which detailed the immense wealth of the salt merchants, and listening to his aunt's descriptions, the two accounts corroborated each other, making the legends of the salt merchants' boundless riches all the more undeniable.

He could only draft a memorial to impeach them and submit it to the imperial court, but the problem was that with the journey back and forth taking so much time, no one could predict what the ultimate outcome would be. Resolving the matter privately, if possible, was by far the safest course of action.

News from Yangzhou finally began to affect Shangyuan half a month later. Along with official documents from the Yangzhou prefectural office, Liu Kanzhi had also arrived.

Facing her master, Jin Cheng felt somewhat flustered and helpless. Yet, she did not believe she was in the wrong, so she raised her head and looked straight at Ye Qianmo.

Returning to my room, Lü Siqing had already departed, leaving behind a box of pills with instructions to take them regularly and promising to return in three days to examine me again.

"I'm going to check on the medicinal herbs." With that, Bai Yunhao vanished in a blur. Recently, Bai Yunhao had grown obsessed with alchemy, though those in the know understood he was merely using it to keep his mind from dwelling on memories.

Most of the larger estates in Sunset City were located near the city center, and the house Jun Qiansuo had just purchased was not far from the City Lord's Mansion.

Wen Ke walked over with a calm expression, yet the blush on his cheeks and the tension in his eyes betrayed his true emotions; his heart was undoubtedly in turmoil.

Upon finishing, Tan Hai immediately produced two one-hundred-liang silver notes, instructing his personal guards to exchange them into two-liang fractional silver pieces in the county town.

Take the Mist Shadow Peak and the Seven Swords Peak, for example. Originally, they merely quarreled among themselves, but then a disciple of Mist Shadow Peak was inexplicably ambushed with a burlap sack and severely beaten, leaving behind a Seven Swords Peak token at the scene.

Watching his receding figure, my entire body stiffened like falling into an icy abyss, utterly paralyzed. I only felt a searing, wrenching pain in my heart, as if it had been brutally squeezed by an invisible hand, choking off even my breath. A tangled knot in my throat choked back any sound, leaving me speechless. Every single word he spoke hammered down upon me, merciless and relentless.

Mei Ziyan was slightly startled, never expecting Zhuque to possess such a piercing insight. She smiled without a word, drew out a dagger inlaid with white gems, and gently made a cut over a swelling that had gradually formed beneath the left side of Mu Cheng's chest. Drops of black blood began to ooze from the swollen spot.

Picking up my mobile phone, I silently recited a phone number that had been etched into my heart, yet my fingers stubbornly refused to press down.

I thought of it too, but Xiao Lianshan still wore a blank expression. I walked over and pinched his honest, naive face, yet he unexpectedly uttered words that woke me from my stupor. Seeing our expressions, Xiao Lianshan asked in utter bafflement where on earth there were countless troops and horses.

Love is love, and unlove is unlove. Every time I left, I did so cleanly and decisively, without a shred of lingering mercy.

I had Xiao Lianshan bring me a map and marked out all the water conservancy projects managed by Wei Yong along the Imperial River. The winding, ceaseless Imperial River was China's mother river, and judging by the map, Wei Yong's regulation of the river truly appeared thorough and comprehensive.

The moment the lights flickered on, Shang Haoyuan, who had been standing with his hands clasped behind his back facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, slowly turned around. Then, removing his sunglasses, he curved the corners of his lips into a sinister smile as he looked at Chu Qiao.

The bride of the Yun family was supported into the bridal chamber, while Ning Yi was held back by the crowd in the courtyard, exchanging toasts cup after cup.

Hearing the content of Shang Fangxu's conversation, Chu Qiao knew the call was from Shang Fangyan. Within mere tens of seconds, Shang Fangxu hung up the phone, and the disappointment on his face vanished into thin air.

Now, Chu Qiao could finally confirm that she had been kidnapped, and by people from the Shang family itself.

For the past few months, he had been racking his brains simply to catch a glimpse of Chu Qiao or find any possible way to exact revenge on Shang Fangyan, yet all his efforts had yielded zero results.

The moment Lan Yuxuan saw Lan Yuxian humiliating Baili Junyi in such a manner, a creeping sense of dread slowly took root in her heart. She was terrified. She was afraid that Baili Junyi would retaliate against Lan Yuxian. One must remember that he had already poisoned Lan Yuxian once before; there was no guarantee he wouldn't do it a second time.

Wen Yulan suddenly felt as though she had fallen into some sort of conspiracy. No matter what she said, it seemed problematic, and her mother happened not to be by her side. Because it was merely a modest tea banquet, she hadn't even brought a single capable maid or older female servant, leaving her naturally with no one to turn to for help. Could she really be forced to admit she was lying? But if she did that, wouldn't all her previous efforts be completely wasted?

He searched every corner of his memory for any scrap of information, but turning it over and over yielded nothing at all, leaving a trace of melancholy upon his face.

One must bear in mind that the team only possessed four first-aid kits, and losing three of them in an instant was undeniably disheartening.

"If you can manage to find the Blood Jade Pantao, I might consider letting bygones be bygones," the Underworld Immortal said to Yan Wu.

This wager was unfair to begin with; Ghost Spiritist simply did not believe these total strangers would be willing to sacrifice their own lives for the sake of the ruler of the Blazing Fire Kingdom.

"Sears, thank you for your assistance. Without your help, it would have been quite difficult for us to eliminate these demonic monsters. Please accept my gratitude." Ignoring Sean standing off to the side, I turned my head and spoke directly to the loyal Sears.

Perhaps Shinji had been in the world of Pokémon for far too long; he had forgotten quite a lot of the plot details.

"The Prisoner Bull Formation is nothing much after all." Transforming into wisps of black Qi, Xingtian surged directly toward the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Emperor. Caught off guard, the Heavenly Emperor hastily employed the Earth-Evasion Technique to narrowly escape danger.