Volume One, Chapter 41: Luncheon at the Splendid Pavilion

That, however, is not necessarily the case. If he were to continue sending only auxiliary forces, he would inevitably repeat the same mistakes as Liu Bei. Cao Cao knew his own situation best; although he possessed many capable generals—his clan kinsmen alone included Xiahou Dun, Xiahou Yuan, Cao Ren, Cao Hong, Cao Chun, and Cao Xiu, all of whom were valiant and skilled in battle—they still fell short when compared to those under Liu Bei.

Suddenly, in the sky, the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon, severely wounded by the crimson divine light and flames, let out a roar. A terrifying aura erupted from its body, and it declared that it would destroy the very origin of the flaming divine bird: the Wutong Red Fruit.

Therefore, Yuan Shao did not mind entrusting his army to Yuan Fou, for he was confident enough that he could grant this military authority today and just as easily reclaim it tomorrow.

"Lan'er, Elder Yuan's fate is currently unknown. I must go out and find him." Snake Qing'er stared at Hua Lan'er, signaling her to step aside.

Old Shun understood the meaning of the text well and translated it for Feng Du with great care, explaining it in such detail that Feng Du was finally able to practice this blade technique.

Although Ye Yu’s remark sounded somewhat like flattery, there was indeed some truth to it. The decisive victory this time was entirely due to the alignment of favorable timing, geographical advantages, and human unity; it was by no means his achievement alone.

Coincidentally, just as he was about to take action, this second lieutenant unexpectedly became a focal point within the army group due to an accident, drawing the attention of even the lieutenant general and Qiu Ming.

"The Undead Forbidden Spell! It’s the Undead Forbidden Spell!" Someone recognized it and shouted first. The beast army, which had been lined up in perfect order at the edge of the forest, along with the large force that had gone to rescue Urgahos, erupted into chaos.

To prevent the human-led coalition from reaching the peninsula, the Demon Dragon Lord destroyed the land bridge connecting it to the continent, leaving the entire peninsula completely isolated in the ocean.

However, Wu Yan’s cultivation realm had now reached the peak of the late Saint Realm, and he had successfully transformed the Hongmeng rules he had previously comprehended into the more complete Great Desolation rules.

Nevertheless, the original purpose of saying this was not to make the other party believe it, so Mo Fei naturally did not dwell on it.

Galaxy Private, which had been eliminated in the first round by Jiangbei No. 3 Middle School for two consecutive years, had actually crushed them this year!

In the blink of an eye, the High Priest slaughtered those who did not even offer resistance. There had been no warning, and everyone remained in a state of shock, unable to react.

Chen Nuo understood this clearly. Looking at Yuan Shao, he saw that although he was furious over Han Qi’s death, it seemed somewhat feigned. Turning his gaze to Feng Ji, he saw that while everyone else was clamoring, Feng Ji remained nonchalant, stroking his scorched-yellow beard.

For days, he had been cultivating day and night with the help of the Mountain Treasure, gradually discovering that his mental energy had become more refined. It must be known that mental energy is not easily improved, and for those who are already strong in spirit, it is even harder. Lu Qiming possessed such astonishing mental power primarily due to his natural endowment, as the gains from his years of cultivation were negligible.

Upon hearing that Xu Gui and the others had returned in triumph, the Emperor of Han personally went out of the city to welcome them and hosted a banquet for them, which goes without saying.

But he regretted it the moment he said it; yet, spilled water cannot be gathered up. Lu Qing turned his head away, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Therefore, when early-stage Golden Core cultivators ventured out, they were always accompanied by fellow sect members or friends for mutual support. Otherwise, they rarely left their caves, waiting until their Golden Core was fully stabilized before emerging.

Wang Ning leaned quietly against the pastoral-style European chair, the red wine in her hand remaining still since Lin Cangxi appeared. Only when the news segment ended did she put down the crystal glass, lost in thought.

If one were to account for Lin Fan and Tao Liqi, who provided the clues, and the Guan Zekai family, who were deeply embroiled, along with the restless Zhao Sanlin, the situation became even more chaotic. The pressure Ling Qi faced at this moment could well be imagined.

Returning home, my father was already back; it seemed someone had notified him. He was chatting with Teacher Xiu, and upon seeing him, another affectionate reunion followed.

"In 1864, in Sand Creek, Colorado, the U.S. military waited for the peaceful Cheyenne warriors to go hunting, then attacked and slaughtered their families left behind, seizing their land." The bearded man spoke in a grim tone, recounting a history of American massacre and land-grabbing against the Indians.

Alternatively, Meng Shanding could use this to argue that the Song Kingdom lacked sincerity, killing them in anger. This could, to some extent, offset the negative impact of killing prisoners of war and shift some blame onto the Song Kingdom, accusing them of not wanting to save the captives, thereby weakening the morale and spirit of the Song army.

If one were to ask who was happiest about this autumn rain, it would naturally be Xiao Wanci, whose temper had long since been worn away by the sweltering heat.

However, you must admit, her attire was quite novel. As the saying goes, "Clean water brings forth the lotus, naturally shorn of carvings"—it was nothing less than that.

Zhao Zhao immediately revealed an "as I thought" expression; he had said it all along—the result would inevitably be this.

"Ten thousand generations, one lineage." These words moved the three of them. They had never imagined that imperial power could be held by a single, unbroken lineage for ten thousand generations.

When Imperial Physician Liang came to take Xiao Wanci’s pulse last time, he had already been asked about whether they could consummate the marriage, and Qiu Guo, who was nearby, heard him say it was fine as long as they were gentle.

Teacher Xiu tried it according to my incantation, but the result was the same as what he had used just now. He, too, was baffled.