Chapter 46: Back in Prison Again

Bi Gui watched with a chill in his heart. "Your Highness, you have suffered outside, why not return to the Eastern Palace and lower your pride to the Crown Prince? He has always been partial to you!"

Wen Changying remained unmoved.

She wiped the corner of her mouth and slowly straightened up.

"If he still cares, let him hold the wedding quietly on his own and not flaunt it in front of me."

Lu Renbing did not have a good New Year, as he was overwhelmed and exhausted by the task of settling over four thousand raw recruits.

"Don't you want to talk about the disciplinary actions taken by the school this time?" The vice president sat down in a nearby chair and asked Jiang Jiang.

"You, how did you change so much after becoming an instructor for the National Government? Wearing a gloomy face all the time is really boring. Nan Jue, let's go and see how our disciples are doing. I haven't seen them in a long time, and I really miss them." Jiang Shaoxu turned her head and ignored Ai Jiangtu.

"You, you, you can see us and talk to us as well?" said the Mourning Staff, the eldest among the four ghost messengers.

Flames with triple the power are no child's play; ordinary spirit seeds only grant a twofold power bonus.

Similar events were happening on every border of the Thunder Soul Prefecture, and these reports were quickly compiled and fed into the hands of the major factions.

With five minutes left in the second quarter, sweat was clearly visible on the players' faces, yet none of them wished to be substituted out. Every single minute and second was a tribute to the profession they dedicated themselves to.

Inside the room, Nan Sui was listlessly leaning against the headboard of the bed, teasing her two spirit beasts with one hand.

"Alright, you've convinced me. It seems you are truly the only one who can use this." Mo Lingfeng shrugged and handed the equipment over to her.

Zhao Qingcheng sometimes felt sorry for her father, but at other times, seeing that he never got angry when being kept on a tight leash and would happily bounce right back, she realized it was simply a case of one willing to beat and the other willing to endure. She could only let it be.

The academic difficulty of the senior year of high school had increased, so Zhao Hui listened attentively in every class and rarely went out to play after class. She studied late into the night every day and got up very early the next morning to memorize foreign language vocabulary. Her academic performance showed remarkable improvement.

"Is this film of yours about the relationship between the Mainland and Hong Kong? Does it touch upon politics?" Since the person involved was right here, many ambiguous plots in the script could be asked about directly. This was the main reason why Lu Feifan had been waiting here.

For her, practicing Wing Chun had two reasons: first, to fulfill her grandfather's expectations; second, for physical fitness and self-defense, ensuring at least that she wouldn't be afraid of being bullied by hooligans.

Pig Wealthy let out a snort of anger, then suppressed a fart. Watching Yan Xiao and Jian Mo walk further away, he let out a "poof" right onto the ground, directing the blast downward. After that, the previously rolling ground finally quieted down.

Truth be told, Yan Xiao didn't have that much idle time to spare. There were plenty of overbearing adults and unruly children in the world; could she possibly be meddling and public-spirited enough to manage every single one of them? She couldn't even manage her own tiny plot of land, let alone have so much free time.

Upon hearing that someone in this world actually dared to frame their Listen-Blood Tower, the usually taciturn assassins of Blind Kill were filled with righteous indignation, hurling harsh threats one after another.

Pausing for a moment without waiting for Di Xiaohan to reply, she continued to mutter to herself: "Never mind then. After all, which man would ever complain about having too many beauties around?"

"Thank you for letting me know, and for blocking that blood arrow for me just now. I can pay you an extra reward..." Wu Dao said as he prepared to hand a check to the young man.

Li Zhenguo's mother smiled and said, "Go and rest for a bit after eating, then get up and pack your luggage so you don't miss the evening train."

However, Chen Feng's Nine Yangs and Nine Yin arts were already deeply rooted, and converting them into Wind and Cloud energy at this moment proved somewhat difficult. Although he used the formidable power of the Maha Wuliang technique to forcefully merge Wind and Cloud, before that energy could expand, it directly collapsed on the spot.

This was precisely the effect Chen Feng wanted. The overwhelming pressure left Yu Chuyan unable to execute any martial arts, and with the door locked and no way out, she could only dodge frantically back and forth inside the room, letting out startled screams from time to time.