Volume One, Chapter 56: The Exchange Concludes

Meng Chang is unfit to be a sovereign; he actually had the audacity to seize the wife of the benefactor who resolved the two great enemies of the Meng family of Shuchuan, and even dispatched Wu Yanhong to ambush and murder her halfway. Such a shameless act is beyond the capacity of even an ordinary person, let alone a king.

Tonight, after another round of indulgence, his wife fell into a deep sleep, leaving only Allen to sigh over his vanishing youth.

Seeing Bu Xiangyang once more—whose appearance and demeanor are peerless under heaven—Du Shuangwu felt as though her youth had returned. Yet, regrettably, Du Wushuang was by then a matron who had put on several layers of weight, while Helan and Bu Xiangyang were currently in the prime of their youth.

Zhao Jing set Zhao Kuangyin down and finally revealed a satisfied smile. This was Zhao Jing’s ultimate trump card; he knew the close bond between Zong Xin and Zhao Kuangyin. To threaten Zhao Kuangyin was, in effect, to threaten Zong Xin. Moreover, any form of beating or scolding he inflicted upon Zhao Kuangyin was entirely justified, for this was the family code of the Zhao clan.

Gu De knew that these individuals were the truly formidable core figures of the entire Zhao family, descendants of the First Emperor. The Clan Court merely served as an administrative agency working for them to manage clan affairs. These clan elders were all individuals of noble character, high prestige, and supreme moral integrity and cultivation.

Li Mingzhong did not hesitate for another moment. He flicked his riding crop, surged forward at the head of the company, and galloped away, with Wang Renyan and five hundred personal guards closely following behind. In an instant, the sound of thundering hooves shook the earth, and dust billowed into the air.

Simultaneously, the tremors of the ground outside the city grew increasingly intense. Any experienced veteran could tell at once that this was the enemy's cavalry charging at high speed.

This was a crucial competition designed to resolve the conflicts between Magic Armored Masters and Mechanical Armored Masters and to allocate resources. Therefore, the Magic Armored Masters Association required at least three elders to participate in every competition, while the remaining elders dispatched subordinates under their command to take part on a rotating basis.

If any faction lost the wagered duel, it could only stagnate in place for the next decade, or even face a high likelihood of regression. Conversely, the victorious faction could experience rapid development over the coming ten years, potentially leaping to become an eighth-rank power on par with the Salt Gang and the Rice Gang.

On one hand, this was due to the earlier display of severity—killing the chicken to scare the monkeys—which established their formidable prestige. On the other hand, it was because they were inherently bullies who feared the strong; otherwise, how could they have willingly served as the lackeys of the Chaos Dwarves?

Dragon Spirit was also marveling. Could this be considered a successful integration of Eastern and Western elements? Since such an opportunity for observation presented itself, Dragon Spirit intended to closely observe and even study it. He wanted to see what differences truly existed between Eastern secret arts and mystic techniques, and Western battle skills, combat techniques, and even magic.

At the same time, as participants in the formation, the four old fellows simultaneously vomited a large mouthful of blood...

In fact, within this map, moving forward in a crouched position was unquestionably the safest method. First, it produced no footsteps; second, it provided the cover of vehicles; and third, it allowed one to detect the enemy's situation in advance—achieving three objectives at once.

Therefore, upon hearing Zong Lianghao's words, they were immensely worried that Shen Qiang would simply let the matter rest, thereby missing this golden opportunity to eliminate him.

Some people even spoke with extreme harshness, accusing Chen Qingdi of being excessively arrogant. He dared to use the Nine Yin Mountains as a stepping stone to elevate his own status, completely unconcerned about provoking the true powerhouses of the Nine Yin Mountains and thereby bringing disaster upon the human race.

As a practitioner of malevolent arts, this fellow single-handedly and securely occupied a Bliss Island. Aside from possessing his own Nascent Soul stage cultivation, the far more important factor was the existence of this Asura demonic corpse.

"Think carefully about your own actions. Why on earth would someone who suppresses everyone in the same grade still have the courage to say such things?" She tilted her head, her tone carrying disdain alongside a faint trace of pride.

The exclusive room of the Night Festival provided healing services, available once per day with the ability to autonomously judge whether the Night Festival required treatment.

However, Lin Qingzi's wood-attribute natural elemental power was also formidable. Whenever a wind blade shaved away a layer of her wooden shield, a fresh layer would rapidly regenerate from within.

Everyone present was shocked upon hearing this, for they had never witnessed this fierce-general crown prince acting with such solemnity and gravity. The once aloof and all-conquering eldest crown prince of the fierce-general faction was today speaking such words before everyone in the ancestral hall—a spectacle that could not fail to astonish.

It would have been better had she remained silent, but now she was only making things worse the more she tried to explain. Li Jing was wailing away, while Xu Jianan calmly and unconcernedly chewed her food at a leisurely pace. She was adept at taking care of others, a fact he had always known.

To be able to witness that panicked and fleeing side of Young Master Lan in this lifetime—Shui Qianshang felt it was truly a rare sight.

"No need, I can manage by myself." Qiu Lingyang did not even dare to raise her head to meet people. This was a hospital, with so many people all around; what on earth was this man playing at?

As he spoke, he released his fingers and tossed the cup straight into the empty trash can.

The familiar palace, the familiar white mud walls. Back in that year, you remarked that white was pure and elegant, so Mother promised you a world filled with white. Yet why, in the end, was she still unable to keep you here?

"Yes, Her Majesty's words are wise and the strategy is indeed brilliant. We shall dispatch the Grand Preceptor to take charge of the mountain city. I wonder if the Grand Preceptor is willing to go?" Seeing the Queen's reasoning made sense, the King immediately gave his approval.

This was her initial impression upon first meeting Qin Yuetian. She could never have imagined that beneath such a gentle and refined exterior lay such a vicious and ruthless heart! However, that was a matter for a later time.

"You're talking nonsense! Why were you in my bed the very first time I woke up?" Qin Fang pressed a hand to his chest and said indignantly.

Yet Lu Zhanping stubbornly refused to leave, growing increasingly intimate with Nian Xi. At times, his actions seemed to cross the boundaries of propriety, though they were performed so subtly that outsiders simply assumed he had no ill intent and took no notice. After all, Nian Xi was his savior.

"Do you think this bridge might collapse?" Sure enough, Fenghua looked earnestly at the Silver Dragon and asked just that.

Hearing the sound, the group looked toward the location of the Shennong White Bear. They saw the creature sprawled atop the sacrificial altar, its eyes fixed motionlessly upon them.

That night, deep into the night, Shewei sat quietly on the sofa. By then, the others had long since fallen asleep, while Zhou Zheng and She Yi had still not returned.

Alas, even if events exceeded his expectations, it was already too late. This was a path he had paved for himself; walk it he must, whether he wished to or not.

"No, none? But I clearly..." Jiang Yu兰 wanted to say something, but then trailed off. "If there isn't, then there isn't. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry!" Although Jiang Yulan said this, her expression betrayed her. A moment ago, her face had held a glimmer of joy, but now it was filled with desolation.

"Zheng'er, sit properly, close your eyes, and don't think about anything at all. It might be a little uncomfortable later, but you must hold on, you understand?" Shewei said.

Rui Mengqi instantly slipped into character. The transition from master to young master was merely a change of titles; she had completely adapted to her role as a personal maid without any obstacles.