Chapter 123: Hand hurts, can't lift it?

Xu Yu yawned, her eyes misting over with sleepiness.
"So you have time to organize files, but no time to take care of a patient?"
Xu Yu paused, her drowsiness instantly frightened away by his words. She was astonished by his calculated mastery, as if he had a clear grasp of her every move.
"I have time," she replied, immediately pulling herself together.

Elite-level demonic beasts, such as the Spring-Autumn Cicada, bowed respectfully to the Mahayana Wind-Catching Roc. At this moment, they were fully confident that they could annihilate Qingzhou with their own strength, without needing this senior to intervene.

However, the two methods mentioned by the Crown Princess and the principle of curing illness through the jolting of a carriage were essentially the same: fighting vibration with vibration.

Nangong Yun listened to Zixi’s report while lost in thought. After a long while, the furrow between his brows remained etched in place as he murmured his own reflections.

He then introduced Deputy Political Commissar Liu Jiefang’s family of five, Political Department Director Lin Yue’s family of two—whose child had just started university—and Chief of Staff Li Huairen’s family of four.

But when she took out the banknotes and saw a jade pendant at the bottom of the brocade box, her eyes widened in shock.

Venerable Duanliu was the second disciple of the Great Might Heavenly Venerate. He was usually in charge of external affairs for the dojo and, along with his senior brother who handled internal affairs, was known as the right hand of the Great Might Heavenly Venerate.

The five Min brothers also transformed into giants, their height less than a tenth of Grandmaster Min’s. Though their celestial soul manifestations above their heads were slightly dim, they all possessed the formidable power of the late Tribulation Transcendence stage.

Qiming followed the five of them up the suspended stairs and into the palace, which resembled a celestial abode. Unlike the serene atmosphere outside, the interior of the palace was bustling with activity.

When they arrived at the neighborhood committee office, there was a car parked outside. Seeing their vehicle arrive, the person immediately stepped out of his car and came forward to welcome them inside.

Mei nodded. Immediately after, the old man behind the beaded curtain handed over four thin sheets of paper. Mei took them and glanced at them; the first page featured a drawing of a very exquisite jade pendant. Puzzled, she looked up at the person behind the curtain.

Zhao Tianze left Geng Ziqing with a profound and inscrutable question, then walked straight out the door, head held high.

Back then at school, it wasn't as if there weren't other girls who were beautiful, intelligent, and refined pursuing him, but An Xuyang had specifically chosen her.

Qingyang was her Achilles' heel. No matter how close someone was to her, if they touched upon this sensitive spot, she would collapse and easily fall back into the mire of the past.

The middle-aged man did not speak either, continuing to paint with skillful movements, like an artist detached from the mundane world.

And then there were Mu Chen and Liu Yuhuai. She didn't know what would happen next if she continued to stay by Gu Jingnan's side.

Dongling Guyun waved his hand, his eyes flickering slightly. Knowing he was contemplating a countermeasure, the two dared not speak again, waiting quietly. This plan had been flawless, yet such a crisis had suddenly emerged; it was truly unexpected.

Yan Poyue nodded frankly. He certainly didn't enjoy his experience herding sheep in the mess hall, but there was nothing shameful about it. To put it bluntly, revolutionary work knows no distinction of rank.

Dongling Linfeng was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He wasn't particularly ugly, but one look gave the impression of a treacherous, sinister, and malicious nature. Especially now, in his state of extreme shock, his face had turned pale and sickly, which only made him look even more "striking."

"Naturally, I’ll beat him up soundly and tell him never to provoke you again!" Zhen Yang smiled as he looked at Minglang. There seemed to be tears in her eyes—was she crying for that scoundrel? "What? Does your heart ache?" he asked, looking at her seriously.

Fair enough. Yi Man also felt that thinking this way was "not great." So, she shoveled a few more mouthfuls of rice into her mouth, trying to skip over the topic.

Yehua exclaimed in shock. It was no wonder Yehua was so surprised; Du Yuesheng was the leader of the Shanghai underworld, a man who dominated the Shanghai Bund. If he stamped his foot, all of Shanghai would tremble.