Volume One, Chapter 28: Venting His Anger, Getting Slapped in the Face

As the words left her lips, Shen Shuhe kicked the chair aside and slowly rose to her feet.

She stood face-to-face with Pei Jingmo.

Both wore expressions colder than the other, yet neither made any move to yield.

Shen Shuhe smiled. “How do you want me to repay you?”

“Hmm... Pei Leyao insulted my friend. How about we go and insult her back?”

And yet, seeing how attentively Mu Zi’ang cared for Ye Qingcheng, she was still envious, jealous, and full of resentment.

Why had he suddenly asked about affairs in the martial world? Hadn’t it been said that in the Southern Border there were only two kinds of people—the royal clan and the common folk? Martial artists were not permitted to exist there. They would be killed.

Wei Rouyi’s pale face flushed with a trace of color as she smiled. Her lips parted slightly, silently forming his name.

Still, this was indeed Nangong Jin’s way. Whenever Mo Zihan was involved, he became extremely nervous. Even if it meant wronging himself or doing something he disliked, he was willing to please her for an entire night.

At that moment, Yin Feng’s eyes gleamed with excitement. In his view, an elite disciple was bound to possess many valuable treasures.

“I did not enter the Pill Dao Realm as a pure spiritual constitution, so the power of my true essence is destined to be inferior to that of those pure spiritual constitutions. But if I can make my cultivation speed catch up with theirs, I will have no regrets.” Huang Tian was equally invigorated, his resolve renewed.

Not knowing what relationship Guan Yunqiao and Zhang Xinru truly shared—and unaware that Yu Ruo had lost her memory—He Xianfei could only hope that the two really were devoted lovers, and that Guan Yunqiao would finally let Yu Ruo go.

“No. Sang Zhuo thinks he has already succeeded. As long as we hide things well enough, he certainly won’t discover us.” Mu Zi’ang clasped Ye Qingcheng’s hand tightly and spoke with exceptional calm.

After the Darknight Demonic Qilin departed, Murong Yinzhu easily made her way out through the rear gate. It was broad daylight, and with everyone occupied with the arrangements for Murong Ke’s funeral, people were constantly coming and going. Few paid any attention to her movements.

Before the demon could say a word, Wei Rouyi hurriedly raised her head and looked at him, asking that very question.

After all, it was impossible for anyone in the world to excel in military affairs, politics, economics, public esteem, and technology all at once—to understand everything, wasn’t it?

Yan Baihu had already analyzed what was required to accomplish this. The garrison at Gaotang Port had to be large enough, and its troops had to remain in good condition. That was precisely why Yan Baihu had been forced to reduce the number of soldiers deployed on the battlefield and recall some of his forces.

Frozen foods were not as simple as frozen meats. One had to consider the filling inside the food, as well as how to preserve its flavor after freezing. All of this involved technology, and all of it could be patented.

Since the universe had existed for less than a hundred million years, the evolution of its laws and other fundamental principles was still extremely crude.

In the classical era, Macedon rose from the mountainous regions north of Greece. Its famed extra-long spears and Macedonian phalanx were formed by these mountain people.

A young man sat cross-legged upon a rock beside the stream. He wore a black martial outfit, with a blue Raging Dragon emblem pinned to his left chest. Sitting there in silence, he seemed almost about to merge with his surroundings, creating an ineffable atmosphere.

The Black Assault was a Supreme-grade mecha, its body forged from the strongest alloy in the universe. In addition, it possessed a powerful defensive force field capable of reducing external damage to the bare minimum.

To inspire the troops, the Prince of Liang and the ruler of Dali personally went ashore. If even their lords were willing to do so, how could their subordinates dare shrink from hardship? Braving the wind and rain, everyone pressed forward with all their might.

At the very moment Yuan Benchu was secretly steeling himself, atop the walls of Chen County, King Liu Chong of Chen—tall and armed with a powerful crossbow—was speaking with Liu Yu, who stood beside him wearing an anxious, gloomy expression.