This booklet Lin Suisui had previously obtained from the shaman’s secret guard. The guard had originally acquired it from the shaman priest to aid in his study of witchcraft techniques. However, despite consistently accomplishing his missions with success, he hit a major obstacle during his last mission.

Now he possessed the power of the Three Symbols, his pure physical strength rivaling that of creatures in the early and mid stages of the demon transformation phase. With the added support of his Channel Opening Realm energy, he wondered if he could defeat the transformed demon before him, who wielded gauntlets capable of manifesting Soul Phase power.

Lu Ling immediately felt that Song Xiao had good taste, moving to the back seat to chat and laugh with him.

“Lord Geng, are we permitted to review the grain records?” Ji Gang asked provocatively, directing his gaze at Geng Xuan.

This place was the Demon-Slaying Division, an agency responsible for maintaining stability in the Qin Empire. Its primary duty was to eliminate demons and malevolent creatures, though it also dabbled in some other secondary operations.

“Lord Zhou, Lord Ling, the Imperial Envoy requests your presence—only the two of you may enter!” called out a voice from inside the guest pavilion.

Judging by their demeanor, these people didn’t seem like bandits, and there was no existing enmity between them and the women, so trying their medicine wouldn’t hurt.

Lu An felt she might have overplayed her hand. Her strong reaction had provoked the postal bureau into an even stronger retaliation; what was originally half-suppressed was now barely suppressed at all.

The venue for the stone-gambling event was an open space filled with multiple arenas. Both humans and demons mingled, creating a massive crowd that was shoulder-to-shoulder.

That day, Xu Wan led his troops in a bloody clash with the Yuezhi’s vanguard. After heavy casualties on both sides, he retreated to Jiayuguan with his remaining forces.

The prince in purple clapped his hands, and several beautiful attendants brought out a box decorated with embedded jade and lacquered with floral patterns, alongside a thousand taels of gold.

Sheng Yuqing rubbed his temples. “Fine, I’ll go take a look.” Judging by the description, this treasure seemed highly valuable.

She decided it might be better to go back and focus on making money. Staying here in the temple felt like a waste of time.

Sheng Siran glanced around and noticed a few servants casting glances in her direction, likely the spies Gu Jincheng had placed by her side.

This time, however, his approach toward Ling Ying seemed to change, as if he had genuinely assumed the identity of a Xiao clan member.

After considering for a moment, the principal agreed to Liu Guangqi’s request, given his outstanding performance and achievements since enrollment.

Over the past decade, both the spirit-boosting dust and the nearly lost art of puppet mastery had provided him with significant advantages.

“A hypocrite! Why wouldn’t you report me? You’re just afraid of losing face! Everything you just said is just an excuse!” Zhang Rang turned to his brother, a triumphant smile spreading as he laughed loudly, feeling he had uncovered a major flaw.

If she could secure one or two partnerships with the Sheng Group, it would greatly benefit the development of their branch office.

Huo Sining didn’t mind, even feeling that there was no need to hide it. Eventually, the villagers would find out, and she didn’t consider it a trade secret; even if she shared it, no one could replicate it.

It was hard for Zi Jin to make a definitive judgment, but given the current situation between Princess Lian and Consort Du competing with Princess Chang, she wasn’t foolish enough to step forward as a target for Du Manqiu.

Nian Yuchen’s sudden action made Su Mi uneasy, especially with his presence so close, his breath wafting against her nose.

Just as Mu Ze froze, Yuan Jinyu stepped out of the bath. The floor was slippery, and she almost fell, but Mu Ze caught her just in time.

“You two go ahead; I still have a few things to take care of,” Meng Qing said, aware that her friends, Qingling and Mu Yi, might want privacy, then left without waiting for a response.

Huo Sining was about to explain, but Zhou Shitao couldn’t hold back any longer. He had stayed quiet until now, but seeing people continuously accusing his disciple, he could no longer tolerate the insults.

Most of these people were battle-worn survivors of war, lacking strong leadership, resources, and morale. They weren’t much of a threat.

“Don’t worry; I hold leverage against him. He won’t dare make any moves after this incident,” Nian Yuchen reassured.

The family pointed to a house on the street. “The doctor is there,” they said, before stepping up to knock firmly on the door. Soon, a tall, thin man appeared, inviting them to bring the patient inside.

At least she hadn’t seen him lament his fate, and he continued to manage court affairs diligently, giving her some peace of mind.

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You never gave up on me, encouraging me with clicks, favorites, recommendations, and various rewards.

An elder with a celestial demeanor, dressed in Confucian robes and a Taoist crown, crossed the void on a lotus flower, his voice resonating like the majestic whispers of a deity.

Xiang Yun left the governor’s residence but didn’t return home right away. Instead, he strolled around the city with Dian Wei, his bodyguard, relaxing after several consecutive days of hard work.

Xiahou Wushen, though called a Martial King, bore only the title in the martial world and had no place in history. A duel with the infamous King Huan would surely spell disaster.

Just a few decades later, Wang Yang had already become a legend, with countless folktales woven around him, while official records barely mentioned him.

Then, a rain of blood poured down from the sky. Flesh, shards of iron, soil, and grass, mixed with blood, fell upon the earth. In this hellish scene, Xibi leaned weakly on Toba’s shoulder, a sweet smile on her face.

[Between Life and Death] sneered inwardly—Xu Senyan was banging on the table again. These past days, he seemed to be breaking every table in the hall, a classic sign of an enraged leader.

In Jian Shang’s heart, since Consort Qi had willingly given up the position of queen, whether out of gratitude or sentiment, he would grant her any reasonable request she made.

TL NOTE: Please don't skimp on the stars for the translation - I'd really like to see how far Leon goes and how far we can increase the number of chapters. Thanks~!

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