Volume 1, Chapter 27: Clashes in the Imperial Court
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Yet the Sacred Mountain—or rather, the vast Spirit of the Earth—was so immense that it seemed to blot out the heavens and the sun. With only these hundreds or thousands of people, how long would it take to truly move it? Ten years? A hundred? Generation after generation?
“Miss Ma, whatever the matter is, it would be better discussed inside.” Qin Zheng was not offended. He gestured invitingly toward the interior, while everyone who had been in the room scattered.
“My brother-in-law arranged it. He’ll be leaving shortly, and these people will escort us back.” Lu Yunfei had already contacted Lin Yuhan through his earpiece.
“Big Brother, I brought back a sika deer. Take a look… Huh? Who’s the hero fighting Third Brother?” Guan Yu returned just then.
Sun Heng was stunned for a while. In the end, he could only invoke the words of the sages. Helpless as he was, he had resorted to the same tactic as those pedantic scholars—dragging out the sages to bolster his argument.
When the mysterious man in the hood had appeared, he had annihilated the forces Sun Heng had planted in Yanjing, leaving them almost completely wiped out. His plans had suffered a tremendous setback and been delayed for several more months. He had even been forced to deploy his final trump card.
A naturally gifted warrior for chaotic melees—if he ever took the field, he would surely play a decisive role in dominating the battlefield.
The other party looked so terrifying that she was merely an ordinary child with little experience of the world. At such a moment, how could she possibly have any other thoughts?
When Zhou Pei returned to the residence, Zhou Yong naturally summoned him to ask about the progress. Of course, his old father had never held much authority, so no matter how gently and patiently he tried to persuade him, he ultimately failed to convince Zhou Pei to release the prisoners at once. Zhou Pei, naturally, did not want his father to lose face before outsiders, so he agreed to set them free in a couple of days.
Although he believed the impact was insignificant, as a mighty expert with eyes and ears everywhere, he could still detect even the slightest change.
Yang Linglan shook her head. “My cage is formed by a formation of laws. It isn’t maintained by immortal power.” It relied on her understanding of the laws of space and on divine essence power. If those two wanted to escape, they would have to wait until their next lives.
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“All right.” Simba nodded, rubbed Min Nuan’s head, and went to that place. He was not worried about Min Nuan’s safety in the slightest. Half a month of dual cultivation had benefited not only the child but also both Min Nuan and Simba. Min Nuan had already reached the Deity Transformation realm before, and although she had not advanced further, her cultivation had not declined because of the pregnancy.
Everything had changed now. He was no longer that instructor, and the young man before him was no longer the student he had once taught.
Li Xingyu was suddenly startled as well. She had never expected that a casual remark of hers would make everyone start pondering.
Although Chen Zhan was exhausted, he was too agitated to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, Yuan Meng filled his thoughts. His heart pounded with excitement, and he had been thinking of her constantly, impatient to see her.
The rice berries and sweet potatoes still growing in the fields had all become spirit plants. Not only were they filling, but they were also rich in spiritual energy and could reduce the need for meat, easing the immediate crisis. Besides, the ground wheat had not only mutated, but under the ripening influence of spiritual energy, it had produced another crop of fruit. Food supplies were therefore still abundant.
At night, the Danube reflected a full moon beneath the clear sky, yet this cold battlefield was teeming with deadly peril.
“President, I agree with everything you’ve said, but can a basic potion with such demanding usage requirements really be worth that much?” Harley, president of the Alchemists’ Guild in Thunderclap City, could not help speaking from his seat below the stage. He had to say something now and try to stop them from awarding this extra point.
Earlier, Min Nuan had completed only the first step. She had checked the degumming process, compared it with the reference materials, and confirmed that it was finished. She then began the second step: beating the pulp. Min Nuan hurriedly found several older females to help and, following the instructions in the materials, had them begin beating the pulp.
“Heh heh, Tianxing, you’ve arrived.” Long Tianhun laughed happily. When he saw Nie Tianxing appear, the smile on his face grew even broader.
A sword stood buried upside down in the ground where the enormous rock had once been. Its blade was pitch-black, yet on closer inspection, faint starlight seemed to flow across it. Its style was archaic, but it possessed an intangible majesty. It was none other than the Jade Emperor’s renowned weapon from years past—the River of Stars Treasure Sword.
“Hey, Chenchen, what do you mean by that? Are you saying I don’t care about your brother?” Zhuang Jin immediately objected, staring at Meng Xingchen with an ambiguously amused smile.
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At this, he and Vladimir exchanged a meaningful glance with the Lord of Truth, but the Lord of Truth remained completely unmoved.
“Yes, but don’t worry. We’ve already made arrangements regarding this matter, so you won’t come into conflict. When the time comes, the two of you can hand that thing over to the God of Death and me. We naturally have other plans.” The Void Emperor spoke.
Teacher Qin Wanza, a paragon of propriety, raised a hand to block Qin Yuan, whose body was about to collide with hers—whether intentionally or not.
Director Mo had refined quite a few things in the past and had dabbled in everything from artifact forging to pill refinement. But refining the heart was truly like a bride entering the bridal sedan for the first time—an entirely new experience.
Yu Mengdie entered with her head lowered and her spirits low, her face haggard and devoid of even the slightest smile.
He reached out and gently brushed a hand over the cold white jade railing. The vivid red blood upon it looked as though a great blade had cleaved straight through the middle. At the far end of the railing, another mass of blood bloomed like a plum blossom.
Zhang Xianzhong drew upon every ounce of his strength and seized his trusted general, Zhang Zhicheng. Zhang Zhicheng’s original surname had been Yue, but he had changed it after joining Zhang Xianzhong, just as Li Dingguo and Sun Kewang had done.
“Meat. Any kind except fish.” White Wolf’s answer was extremely concise. He rejected fish because it had to be deboned, which was too troublesome.
The White Tiger descended the mountain, unstoppable, and pounced forward. At the same time, with a thunderous roar, the mountain ridge itself shifted and came crashing down toward Long Xing and the trees swaying in the rain.
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