Volume One, Chapter 30: Yang Feng’s Fate — Affairs in Ji Province

"What nonsense are you spouting! Get on your knees, now!" Qin Jiuchuan, frantic and enraged, reached out and snatched the stick from Si Nanzhi’s hand.

If Zhao Chunlan did not divorce Li Dalang, Li Dalang would ruin her entire life, leaving her without a glimmer of hope.

These words were met with agreement from many in the great hall. The name Jiang Mubai was legendary in the art world; his paintings were hailed as miracles, yet he was elusive and eccentric, far from someone easily persuaded.

But at this moment, he still hadn't composed a single poem. His mind was flooded with a chaotic jumble of words, darting back and forth, and he couldn't decide which ones to string together to best express his thoughts.

Su Yun wore a pale green gauze dress, with silver pendants dangling from her ears. Even with her vision slightly blurred, the silver light could still be seen flickering.

He, who had been dozing while waiting for someone, lifted the edge of his bamboo hat slightly upon hearing the familiar voice, his drooping eyelids rising just a fraction.

On the hillside, Pei Ruzhang watched Xi Yingzhi’s flustered and indignant retreating figure, his brow furrowing involuntarily.

What kind of sorcery was this? I reached out my arms, fumbling helplessly against the concrete wall, until I collided with something tangible. It was, of course, Forget-me-not, who was also groping blindly in the pitch darkness. Her hand first found my shoulder, and then her entire face pressed against mine.

Mother’s space was two vast expanses of whiteness; Brother’s space made one feel as if they were adrift in a sea of stars; while Father’s space contained scorching fires and boiling oil, endless oceans, various ores, and rolling lands.

As expected, the legends were true. Under the glow of the crystal chandelier, the ruby earrings looked as alluring as blood—dignified, regal, and impossible to look away from.

After chatting for a while, the second class began, finally concluding the morning’s instruction.

She couldn't understand why Ding Lunhuo was so prone to anger. After all, he was the heir to the Ding family and had spent a long time in the business world, yet he lacked even the most basic emotional control.

Shi Zui was worried that the two children wouldn't be able to handle it, but to her surprise, they adapted with ease, adjusting to the situation better than she did.

By this year, they were short on food and couldn't pay sufficient military wages, leaving their forces barely holding at the necessary thirty thousand. The vast majority of these thirty thousand had been conscripted against their will; the combat effectiveness of such an army could well be imagined.

"It’s no trouble. The hospital said I’ve recovered quite well, and I’ve rested enough, so I can return soon. Also, is the third one alright?" Zhou Jie shook her head, set down her bag, and scanned the room, presumably looking for Lin Li.

"Until you provide a clear explanation, I have the authority to suspend your command and participation rights under special regulations. Do you have any objections?"

Upon hearing the clansman’s reply, Wutong felt a sudden jolt; if he had been uneasy before, he was now truly anxious. Linking the clansman’s words to what the monster had told him that night, the stranger who arrived must be him.

Meanwhile, a rather interesting scene unfolded on Dongfang Yulong’s side. As Nan Wu fought Ouyang Fengxian, shattering the water giant time and again, he did not seize the opportunity to assist Ouyang Fengxian, but instead chose to stand by and watch.

Li Mengda’s cultivation was quite high now, so naturally, he could not say these things aloud; he transmitted them directly to Li Yuntian.

Wu Zhao’s thoughts stirred, and with a flick of his hand, a paper talisman appeared. He burned it with his palm and cast it toward the humanoid soul.

Zhao Tiancai and the others had sustained some injuries, though none were serious. They also sensed the commotion around them as police cars with flashing lights charged toward their position.

"Yes! Mother, Jinmei understands. Jinmei will certainly work with my sisters to ensure the New Year’s banquet is handled perfectly." Enduring the pain in her heart, Madam Wang nodded in agreement.

If it weren't for the great sword hanging over his head, he would have certainly chased after her to drag Li Feiyan back.

A more widely circulated legend is that Poseidon, captivated by Medusa’s beauty, raped her in the Temple of Athena, which infuriated the goddess.

When Li Yuntian questioned him this way, Qing Yi felt rather awkward, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He now regretted his loose tongue.

No one wants to die, and certainly, no one is entirely without fear when facing death.

I looked up and happened to see the sphere on the war machine, spinning at high speed, begin to ignite and emit a scorching light.

At dusk, Zhao Tiancai had already quietly arrived at Li Yuntian’s room to make his proposal.

Especially these few young ladies—two were his fiancées, which was effectively the same as being his wives. If even his own wives opposed it, forcing the road construction would ultimately be difficult.

The morning sun rose, and the sky was clear as if washed. On the hillside, before the ninety-nine steps, hundreds of thousands of people gazed longingly at the two massive, red-lacquered gates of Mingzhu Academy.

I had originally thought that I would just stay tucked away in this training camp, sending off batches of young people who held the same dreams as I once did, never to see them return, and mourning them silently in my heart—that my life would just be like this.

As for Yin Bingqing, Qin Yang couldn't quite define their relationship. It wasn't a master-disciple bond, and they weren't quite friends, either.

"No problem, I added a bit of analgesic agent while I was making it!" Lloyd explained to Randerson.

However, just before Ye Fei could exit the airport terminal, several people dressed as airport staff blocked his path.

Perhaps "excessive joy leads to sorrow" describes Lu Feng; he was so excited he forgot to sense what was behind him, and as he ran, he felt his back collide with a wall and came to a halt.

"Qin Yang, did you kill the Asura?" Zi Ling was worried that a stronger Asura might come to assassinate him.

Jingxi Gui stared at the larger purple-gold red gourd in the old Taoist’s hand, feeling incredibly envious, wishing that the giant purple-gold red gourd were his own.