Volume 1, Chapter 63: One of the Ten Greatest Chancellors of Antiquity Teaches Zhang Juzheng the Single Whip Reform

Zhang Juzheng slowly opened his eyes as he lay on the hospital bed, leaning back against the pillows.

"Chief Grand Secretary Zhang, you're awake. How do you feel? Master Physician Xia has finished your surgery," Li Shizhen asked with concern.

"There's just a dull ache, but it feels as though something has been packed inside," Zhang Juzheng inquired curiously.

"The surgery has only just been completed, so feeling some pain is entirely normal. I did indeed place something inside your rectum to assist with your excretion," Xia Jingtian explained.

Li Zixuan brought over a bowl of cooling Rehmannia decoction, handed it to Zhang Juzheng, and said, "Chief Grand Secretary Zhang, this is the cooling Rehmannia decoction, meant to treat your condition."

Zhang Juzheng took the medicinal soup and drank it down...

Not wanting to disappoint her, Choi Jae-ho, who had been chasing Shirley out of the bedroom, hurriedly stepped in front of Shirley when he saw the two figures appear in the living room.

Beneath a expanse of yellow sand, Lan scrambled out from a dune, staring blankly and wordlessly at the city that had been reduced to desert sand, completely dumbfounded.

Exhaling the turbid air from his Dantian, Jiang Ruochen glanced back at the Four Seas Tower, naturally having no intention of going back up, nor even planning to visit the Wei residence.

Throughout this entire process, Tang Bao'er had slept so soundly and sweetly that she hadn't woken up even once in the middle.

However, because he was surrounded by them, it wasn't long before there was nowhere left for him to hide.

Seeing Taeyeon appear, they hurriedly bowed in greeting, only to subsequently notice that this senior's expression seemed somewhat unusual, which left them quite perplexed.

The dragons charged wildly, snapping the large trees blocking their path clean in half. Tree trunks came crashing down one after another, throwing the foxes into a frantic flurry of panic.

As they drew closer, seeing Leng Youhan held horizontally in Gu Youran's arms, appearing neither dead nor alive, everyone's hearts tightened once more.

Before the exchange of blows, Qin Feng had naively believed that even if he were no match for Sima Lei, they were both fifth-rank martial artists with bodies as tough as bronze and iron, making it impossible for Sima Lei to kill him.

A thick stack of banknotes lay inside, their brilliant crimson color leaving Aunt Zhao completely stunned. Looking at Zhao Danian, who was equally dumbfounded, she had no idea what to do.

"The nature of it is different!" Zi Donglai was painfully aware of what had happened in that battle, which occurred because the power within his body had been entirely exhausted.

Dugu Mo condensed a tachi in his hand and slashed toward Yang Yi. Lacking a primordial weapon of his own, this was merely forged from his personal spiritual energy.

At this thought, Chen Feng dismissed the idea in his heart. He believed that Susan would certainly not go around spreading word of it, and as for eavesdropping, that was highly unlikely—given his hearing, he would definitely have noticed if anyone approached.

Heath, however, had no such protection, as they had been reassigned by those five old men. Although Heath shared the rank of enforcer with them, he had joined only recently and held no real power, carrying merely the title of an enforcer.

"I said I didn't kill Xuanwu, do you believe me?" Fan Yu, with his blood-red pupils, said slowly with his eyes closed.

She Ziling glanced at the two men, shook his head, and offered no explanation. Chen Feng also cast a look at the father-and-son duo of Lin Cuiqing and Lin Xu, noticing their calm and natural expressions without a trace of suspicion, which left a faint trace of surprise in his heart.

It was impossible to tell what his stomach was made of; he didn't just sip the white liquor, but poured it straight down his throat.

Wu Xuefei naturally assumed that the one touching her shoulder must be Yu Xiaofang, and immediately shifted her body, silently expressing her dissatisfaction. She was still observing the situation outside the car window—what if she missed something important?

This September was destined to be a turbulent one, with countless people drawing connections to the past incidents involving the Rong family. With Rong Qirui and Rong Shihua meeting with misfortune one after another, could it really be unrelated to Rong Lang?

It was indeed the kind of expression only found on the face of a daydreaming loser. Yet, this expression was genuinely one of contentment, and also of happiness.

"I will! But not by this poor monk. Tomorrow, someone will come to help you complete the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast," the monk's voice drifted into Zhao Zixian's ears.

Only then did Zhao Zixian recall that he seemed to have eaten nothing more than a single steamed bun since morning. Why wasn't he hungry?

To be able to hold the position of General Manager for the East China branch of Yang's Jewelry, Yang Wei certainly possessed a certain degree of quick wit.

Hearing someone approach the painted boat using lightness kung fu, she raised her eyes to look, but her view was blocked by the crimson gauze curtains.

Although the spiritual energy within his eyes had reached its peak and could no longer absorb any more from the room, Wang Haoming could sense that the spiritual energy in the room remained abundant, and what he had absorbed was merely a drop in the ocean.

During the car crash years ago, he had genuinely intended for Qiao Qing to be killed upon impact. With so many people in Beijing, the addition or loss of one really meant nothing. She was just Qiao Qing; yet the moment he saw her, he changed his mind.

"Yes!" several thugs acknowledged, hoisting the weeping and wailing ninja onto their shoulders as they headed toward the nearest construction site.

Yet that suffocating sense of impending crisis kept him from daring to exhaust the Five Elements True Qi within his body. Operating on the principle of being prepared for any eventuality, he preserved his remaining strength, unwilling to deploy the Five Elements True Qi unless absolutely necessary.

Waving his hand to signal Wang Haoming to remove the basin of water, Old Master Fang extended two fingers and lightly pinched the edge, rubbing it gently.

The man following closely behind Gordon was none other than Li Mengbai, the chief instructor of the Hongmen headquarters, known overseas as "Mystic Dust." Having previously assisted Huo Ze in challenging the Hongmen headquarters on the martial arts stage, this chief instructor shared some lingering grievances with Li Muye.

Successfully evading Luo Yiming's gaze, the two of them followed the waiter to a window seat, though this table remained some distance away from Luo Yiming.

For a moment, the starry sky trembled, and Daoist chants boomed. Cultivators from both realms were utterly shocked by the display of the Spirit Realm figures.

Liu Chen wiped his mouth and coughed. It was pitch black around them, making it impossible to see Mo Li's expression at that moment, yet he could sense the dense, chilling intent to kill radiating from Mo Li's tone.