Chapter 112: An Open Conspiracy

Leaving Phoenix Valley and returning to the Heavenly Court, the Great Roc directly went to the Xuanhuang Wuji Hall.

Observing the respectfully bowing Great Roc, Emperor Wuji showed no expression. At this moment, he too perceived hundreds of possible futures.

“A clever scheme, indeed—a true plan of the Yuan Yang clan.”

Among the hundreds of futures, some were favorable, others grim. The best outcome was attaining the Dao as a Grand Daoist Immortal; the worst was merely serving as a stepping stone for others. For Emperor Wuji, this was an irresistible stratagem.

Even…

Seeing Nan Changqing still smiling, Qingyue, who only intended to warn him, was genuinely angered.

Qian Wan summoned Zhi Sha Xue, grasping her tightly. She transformed into countless flying swords, their fierce sword intent clashing against her wild demonic aura.

“You traitor! The boss was right all along. You actually got involved with this woman. Then I have no complaints, because it was the boss’s intention,” Shrimp Brother wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shouted angrily, and pulled out a pistol to shoot Zuo Qingyun.

Yuan Qing watched as the sudden barrage ceased, then glanced at the carefree wanderer, fanning himself as he walked away towards the dormitory.

The pain made him shed genuine tears. Even the pungent smell of paint stung his nerves. For the first time, he deeply resented his own carelessness.

Her profile alone was so enchanting; Yun Qingrou could only imagine how captivating Nan Changqing’s full face must be.

As soon as Cheng Feng returned, Cheng Yan’s life turned into a living hell. Every day was filled with classes and relentless training—either becoming dull from study or incapacitated from exertion.

Xiao Yuxue, furious that Li Zhichen had damaged one of her treasured artifacts, shouted, “Fine! Fine! If you break my Golden Bell, I will use you to forge a soul and recreate a new Golden Bell!” With that, she flashed forward, two curved blades glowing with azure light appearing in her hands as she slashed at Li Zhichen.

Those who wield the art of time manipulation often suffer memory loss. Wang Lingyun could barely control her own divine power, and had just used the powerful demonic energy from Yulan’s body. The backlash from the time technique caused her to temporarily lose her memory, which was unsurprising.

Bu Jianming was fortunate, but when Lord Wei saw the new bride Xia Furong, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Regardless, those affected received compensation more than double the normal amount. Though they mourned the loss of loved ones deeply, there was no other choice. If they retained memories and sought revenge against Qian Xia, it would be suicide.

At that moment, a large group of players dressed as hunters appeared ahead. The members of the Yun Jian Association immediately became alert, wary of a repeat of the previous incident. Their eyes narrowed as they watched the newcomers approach. Once the group stopped, they blocked their path.

Since the relationship with Chu Long was now public, the members of Apink all changed how they addressed Jiang Mingzhe. Yet Jiang Mingzhe himself felt somewhat uncomfortable with the new titles.

“He just arrived, how is he already vice leader of the Feiyu Group?” Fang Chuanxin’s conduct was somewhat familiar to Iron Boss, so he wasn’t too surprised. That was the question he asked.

Only after ensuring the Ming army would not notice would Karl transport large quantities of supplies into Terlin City’s port.

Now that the Staff King was single-handedly killing mountain demons, would he next invade other countries to slay their sacred beasts and claim their national treasures?

Xuanwu Temple and White Lotus Monastery served as the vanguard promoting the Dharma in the southern regions but could not monopolize the “new market.”

Durian’s scent had already calmed him down, but seeing him laugh wildly for some unknown reason, Bian Tou shuddered, struggling to contain himself.

At the bar, Boss Jin was surprisingly absent, leaving only a waiter. Jiang Mingzhe lacked the mood to inquire about his whereabouts. After ordering two mild cocktails, he found a corner to sit face-to-face with Tiffany.

In this regard, some in the Expedition Company cited the story of Lü Buwei. Merchants profit by buying low and selling high, and earning a 100% return on an investment is rare. But if one could invest in an entire nation and turn one unit of capital into a hundred units of return, that would be an immense fortune.