Chapter 150: Bullied to the Breaking Point

What the hell?!

Fang Zhiyin's face turned alternately pale and flushed, her chest heaving rapidly as she nearly lost her temper on the spot!

This Zhao Shuchang was simply going too far!

As soon as Zhao Shuchang's words left her lips, the crowd burst into a roar of laughter, and even the host doubled over in amusement.

Everyone directed their gazes toward Fang Zhiyin, while Zhao Shuchang asked sweetly once more, "Teacher Fang, could you please answer us?"

Fang Zhiyin wished she could explode right then and there. Her face flushed completely red, and she had no idea how to respond to the remark thrown her way.

Fortunately, Zong Zeping, who was sitting beside her, saw that she was about to reach her boiling point and stepped in with a smile to smooth things over.

Fang Zhiyin had been too nervous and hadn't even heard clearly what the director had said...

It was a pity that the mesmerizing fragrance was immensely potent. Before she could even articulate her questions, she drifted away and lost all consciousness.

Unintentionally, Li Linger shed a single tear, which happened to land precisely on the back of Mingwuzong's neck.

Jun Nuo gently patted her shoulder, a deep sense of sorrow welling up in his heart. Having fought against Jun Jie for an entire lifetime, he never expected that the latter would die so suddenly right before his eyes.

"Very well," Xiangye nodded, feeling a surge of reassurance. With Ye Feng by her side, she had nothing to fear.

However, black flames alone were not enough to cause genuine terror. Perhaps through some alchemical means, dark flames could be successfully produced as well.

"He certainly has some skills! Your Majesty, grant this old imperial physician a chance!" Having said that, she didn't even spare Sifeng a glance, but with Chun'er supporting her, she swayed away with an imperial courtly gait.

As Luo Ping's cultivation technique circulated, the flames atop the pillar of fire began to tremble slightly, as if they were about to leap forth.

That seventh-grade spiritual vein was located deep within the mountains, owned by the Ye family, a clan of cultivators. Over the years, the Ye family had produced numerous talents, boasting as many as four Mortal-Shedding Realm immortals. Fortunately, all four of them were currently undergoing closed-door seclusion and would not emerge easily.

On Monday, Ding Li walked into his office, took off his overcoat, hung it in the wardrobe, and sat down behind his desk. He contentedly lit a cigarette; the first smoke of the day was always the most flavorful.

Xuanhe didn't even bother to look. Opening his blood-stained hand, he grabbed a round object from the tray and forcefully shoved it into his mouth. As it turned out, what he ate was a raw snake gallbladder, as large as a duck's egg.

Six Imperial City Guards rolled into the room, holding black shields in a cross-formation for defense. They launched successive strikes with their sabers, aiming at Ling Gongyang's vital points. Ling Gongyang had not expected these twelve single-tier, double- elixir, single-carrion level Imperial City Guards to execute the formation with such proficiency. Not daring to be careless, he hurriedly dodged the blades targeting the six vital spots across his body and retreated several steps.

Chen Che reined in his flying horse, stopping at the steepest and narrowest section of Baifang Valley. Reaching one hand into his ink pouch, he pulled out a few pebbles and hurled them with accumulated force. With a series of crisp thuds, several new stones instantly appeared inside the mouth of the cold well depicted on the rock wall to his left.

"Boss, today that old man Tang has been frequently visiting high-end residential areas, seemingly seeking help." Leiying's voice was mixed with the noisy background of people drinking and playing finger-guessing games, along with the sound of someone crying.

Looking back, all of these events turned out to be traps meticulously designed by others. And the only person within them who never wanted to deceive her was the very one she had hurt the most.

It was unclear what was said on the other end of the line, but Sheng Mingzheng shook his head and finally hung up. When he looked back at Wei Xiao, his expression returned to its usual steady composure, as if he were a completely different person from just a moment ago.

Going to Burning Flame Manor would be no different from seeking death. The manor was brimming with powerhouses, and if Ye Wuhe went there, there was simply no possibility of him returning alive.

Hearing Lin Xinru's voice from outside, Young Master Xiao mustered strength from unknown origins and abruptly shook off everyone blocking him, rushing frantically straight toward the living room. Just as he reached the threshold, several servants caught up and grabbed him again.

"Damn it!" Lu Tian cursed inwardly. With the current situation pressing hard upon him, he had no choice but to kneel right where he was.

The reason Lu Long and his companion were kept wasn't just because they had only recently submitted; more importantly, even one's own family members could not be trusted blindly nowadays. Certain psychic-type abilities could steal your secrets without a trace, or even kill you in your dreams.