Chapter 43: An Opportunity Delivered to the Doorstep

"Madam, someone has delivered an invitation."

Early in the morning, Wen Changying received the news.

As Cheng Yu was soon to become a married woman, she intentionally invited familiar noble young ladies for a spring outing and appreciating the greenery.

Most likely to catch her off guard, the invitation was only delivered on the very day before their departure.

If it were the former Wen Changying, she wouldn't have even bothered to glance at it.

But now...

She curved her lips, silently recalling the names of those radical ministers in her mind.

"Go tell Uncle Shi that it can begin."

When Chen Sheng and the others departed, looking at the Rungs tribe who were still kneeling on the ground, completely hoodwinked and bewildered, Ling Bai wanted to make them understand that, after all, the Peak-level Remnants were not invincible and could indeed be killed.

Helpless and in a rush, Li Zian embraced Shangguan Wanbai, gently patting her back in an attempt to calm her emotions.

"This won't do; our profit margin is simply too low. The material cost alone for a single weapon we produce is close to fifteen thousand, making it impossible to turn a profit. The price must be set by us," Lu Youcai said firmly after reviewing the inventory list.

If she thought this was the worst turn events could take, Gao Meihuan had still underestimated the heavens' determination to claim her.

A faint smile hung on Shiyu's face as her gaze wandered around, seemingly embarrassed by all of this.

Because if the Heavenly Dao were to isolate the laws and spiritual energy, it would likewise be unable to use those laws to wage battle.

"Welcome! It's been quite a while since you last came. What kind of flowers are you looking for this time? Let me help you find them," Aunt Tao greeted the customer with a smile, bending down to point out and explain the various bouquets one by one.

Amidst this political situation, as long as the imperial court did not trouble the Wang family, the two sides would naturally mind their own business. However, if the Wang family were driven to extremes, their household army of several thousand men would certainly give the imperial court a difficult time.

The two of them remained silent, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats, their hearts growing imperceptibly closer.

Yet upon raising her eyes, what greeted her vision was Zhuying's pale yet smiling, highly alluring face.

Except for the blue venomous ladybug used for crafting gu insects in the volume of the Soul-Devouring Gu, which had been extinct for ages and had yet to be found.

Precisely because of this, her three souls and seven physical魄 gathered together in the South China Mainland, bringing her back to life.

The dark-red textured nether bead—a treasure possessed by each of the Ten Underworld Ghost Commanders—could transport one to any destination desired in one's heart.

"No, they are envying you." Mo Qijue's phone beeped. He took a glance at it and said with a smile.

Upon entering the chieftain's estate, Chu Tuo was arranged to sit in the center. Although they had come to apologize, due to factors such as strength and circumstances, it merely amounted to going through the motions and uttering a perroutine remark.

"Forget it, don't waste your breath on me anymore. Everything has settled into dust, and it is indeed time for me to go back and accept my punishment." Lingshang suddenly looked back, her purple eyes flashing with a faint luster as she smiled faintly.

She showed not a hint of anxiety about the imperial tomb being heavily guarded with mechanisms and filled with a gloomy, terrifying atmosphere—once entering, one would never be able to leave.

In the end, under the scheming plots of Lin Tianran's father, Chen Xuezhong's family of eight were all thrown into prison. Chen Xuezhong was rescued by his mother using a fake-death scheme, while the rest of the family, before they could even be put on trial, all died within the prison walls.

Of course, they also needed to strive to keep it hidden from Xingyuan Prefecture and Chengdu for a while—the longer, the better—to buy himself a chance to grow properly.

This person was not old, at most a little over thirty, short and stout, but his facial features gave off a weather-beaten impression. Upon arrival, he squatted right at the doorway on the very same straw mat Li Tian畴 had used when he first arrived, and without uttering a single word, he also looked rather abrasive.

"Zimeng, you know her?" Seeing He Zimeng's excited appearance, Tiemu Yun asked curiously.

Lisa loved Xu Zanhuang with unwavering conviction; as long as he could be happy, she was willing to do anything. All of this was simply because Lisa did not know that there were many true gentlemen in this world—at the very least, these men would not be perverted like Xu Zanhuang.

Doubaobao unleashed all her skills in one breathless go, her mana instantly exhausted. Ghost Fantasy, Breaking Army, Succubus, and Chiyou made their dazzling grand entrances.