Chapter 130: The True Qi of the Great River

Ye Cheng had inquired about Chief Steward Xiao. The man was over eighty years old and must have entered the palace during the previous dynasty. However, the fact that he remained in the palace suggested he was deeply trusted by the Emperor of the Great Zhou.

Ye Cheng went directly to the fifth floor of the Imperial Library, as the hint on the treasure map indicated that the item was located there. After searching the fifth floor for a long time, he finally discovered a hidden compartment and retrieved an iron box from within.

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A short while later, Tong Feilong emerged from the ward with a beaming smile; judging by the expression on his face, he seemed to be in high spirits.

"That's right, these five trees. Can you tell what makes them different?" Xie Jun, also crouching to the side, asked with a hint of showmanship as he gazed at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

From the first day through the ninth, Wang Sancai had not stepped outside his room. Aside from conjuring a sphere of water to drink whenever he felt thirsty, he had devoted every moment to the game with intense focus, making the most of every single second.

The stacked shields happened to appear in the path of a Purple Star’s trajectory. In an instant, the projectile pierced through three layers of shields, but the fourth layer finally managed to block the remaining momentum of the Purple Star.

"..." A sound of the communicator being rudely hung up came from the other side. Cassius could easily imagine the fury of General Morgan, who was far away at the fortress.

By the afternoon, the urban warfare within Hangzhou had begun to lean heavily to one side. With the Third Infantry Brigade and a tank regiment from the Armored Brigade entering the city from the north, the Independent Division gained an overwhelming advantage.

"Reporting to Your Highness, there should have been 121 members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard on duty today. We apprehended ninety at Deshou Palace, leaving thirty-one unaccounted for," a centurion of the Liaodong Cavalry reported while kneeling on one knee.

They finally arrived at the 391877 theater of war, centered around the defensive planets distributed along the border by the Seven-Colored Fox, Mantis, Werewolf, and Dragon clans.

Zhao Jianguo nodded, well aware of Lu Li’s intentions. "Say no more, say no more. You can rest assured; I guarantee the old lady will be well taken care of. She won't have a single thing to worry about." Although Liu Yifeng did not speak, he nodded with equal solemnity.

Customers wandering the store saw the massive screen in the center projecting a stage scene, creating an atmosphere like a concert, which garnered an enthusiastic response.

Standing with his hands behind his back in the main camp, Lu Xingyu learned that Hua Qiong and Xuan Liu had been blocked in their advance and forced to retreat. Following this came the report that Lu Tianzhang had also failed in his offensive and perished on the battlefield. The news truly shook him to his core; the pent-up rage in his chest transformed into an endless infernal flame, scorching his internal organs with a bitterness he could not resolve.

Li Zhengguo walked toward the back of their classroom. Zhao Hui watched him again until he had passed by her side.

When it came time for the vaulting box, Zhao Hui felt a tremor of fear. It was so high; she wondered if she could make it over. The boys went first, jumping across one by one. When Yang Haodong jumped, Zhao Hui watched as he cleared the hurdle with nimble movements.

Saying "pardon the intrusion," she snatched the sugar figurine from his hand and tossed it aside. She then pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve, stepped forward to take his hand, and wiped it thoroughly. Once finished, she retreated.

A gentle breeze swept past, carrying the lingering fragrance of the osmanthus tree in the corner, causing white sleeves to flutter in an instant. The sound of the zither was intense and lingering. As fingers rose and fell, the vibration of that shang string plucked at someone’s heartstrings.

The man was dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back with wax, looking like a prince from the Middle Ages.

Finally, there were two slightly larger stones that had no writing on them. Li Zhengguo used white paint to write the word "Love" on each one.

Zhuo Wannian had advised Zhuo Ling more than once that keeping a gay man as a personal assistant would inevitably invite gossip. Cai Nianlan had also teased Zhuo Ling about it, but Zhuo Ling did not mind at all, nor would he listen to any advice.