26 "Seven Killings"

To save the world by healing it? What kind of person would harbor such an ambition? Wouldn't someone like that be incredibly dangerous?

Seeing this, the Imperial Astronomer immediately bolted, but it was already too late. The evil spirit’s tongue, agile as the tip of a whip, instantly coiled around his waist. He stumbled and was dragged horizontally into the room, his veins bulging as he gripped the doorframe with all his might.

Nie Rong nodded, then cast a glance at the carriage to the side, suddenly recalling the affairs of the Royal City.

"Wu Hua, do you—do you think I can't make it impossible for you to stay at Jiangcheng University?" Wu Hongyang, consumed by rage, glared at Wu Hua and spat out the threat.

"Wu Hua, have you considered it?" Wu Hongyang began as soon as he entered, completely disregarding the presence of his elders.

In truth, I was terrified to death. However, it seemed there was more to this mass suicide—a hidden agenda, a conspiracy kept obscure for some unspeakable secret. This was a move by Wen Feiyu; as for how formidable this move might be, we shall see in due time.

It was only at this moment that Yingchun realized why the Chen family had sent Lady Chen into the palace, and why, after entering, Consort Zhuang (Lady Chen) never sought favor, contenting herself with living out her days in the Changchun Palace.

"Where are you working now?" Wu Hua suddenly recalled Xiao Qing’s intention to visit his building materials shop, so he inquired about her current place of employment.

Upon hearing these words from the Emperor of the Dadian Kingdom, the Princess could not help but be heartbroken. Her eyes gradually reddened, and she could not hold back a mouthful of blood from seeping out of her lips.

The three of them scrambled up from the ground, covered in dust from head to toe. Even Sanniang, who had always been particular about her appearance, was no exception.

"Did you bring the giant crossbows configured by the Ministry of Works?" Oboi suddenly demanded of a general beside him.

Yu Feiyi had gone to such pains to use the ghost puppet to stall him and Murong Yang while sneaking into this main tomb chamber—his objective must surely have been the Map of the Empire. Xu Xiao had prepared for the worst upon entering, but... where had everyone gone?

The designer of the manor had clearly been meticulous. The entire complex blended into the surrounding natural environment, appearing as if carved from ice and snow. The towers and walls, modeled after ancient castles, were arranged in perfect order, creating a breathtaking, fairytale-like world beneath a translucent dome of light.

Mei Yun stared at the car Liu Qingshan had driven into the courtyard, examining it again and again, before finally looking up after a long silence.

Although he desperately wanted to resist, the thought of Li Mingqiu’s monstrous combat prowess made him think better of it. Resisting might only lead to even more twisted forms of torture.

"Pass my order: the shogunate elite are to charge! Defeat the Ming army! Kill, kill, kill!" Tokugawa Iemitsu shouted furiously, brandishing his katana.

After speaking, he took pieces of meat prepared for him by the Shadow Ink Butterfly from his storage bag, tossed two to the pair, and closed his eyes.

At this very moment, the Golden-Winged Peng King appeared within the metal-attribute dantian of Zhang Bin, enveloped by his natal witch talisman.

The Second Army joined forces with the First and Seventh Armies, their combat power surging. The encircling Qing forces were now completely helpless against them.

Chen Han’s expression remained untroubled, as if he were discussing the affairs of a stranger that had nothing to do with him.

She was a light sleeper, always awakened by the slightest sound, so she had to force herself to remain perfectly still to avoid disturbing him. It was an agonizing ordeal; sometimes she would not change her posture for an entire hour, leaving her limbs numb and her circulation restricted.

It was true qi condensed into a tangible form. Two claw shadows filled the sky, descending to instantly envelop Nangong Chu below.

"My sister finished her internship and has been assigned to the Criminal Investigation Division of your county’s Public Security Bureau," Lin Xixi said coolly.

Countless, dense as a downpour, they were all massive, purple, spherical lightning bolts.

Once the Pagoda of Psychic Communion appeared, it was feared that every soul within a radius of thousands of miles—or perhaps an even wider expanse—would perceive its aura, drawing countless powerful figures to covet it.

"Good fellow, so it was you who injured my disciple. I want to see just what kind of skills you possess." Nangong Chu stepped forward, his right hand splayed wide, and from a distance of over ten feet, he made a grasping motion in the air toward Abel.

On the evening of the first day of school, Zhou Yi was summoned to the office by Liu Yu. The discussion, naturally, concerned university entrance exams. Liu Yu was deeply invested in which university Zhou Yi would attend, as it would determine the size of his bonus, and he was very attentive to the matter.

"Anyway, the 'living thing' is down below. I've pointed out the path, the rest is up to you to solve!" Having irresponsibly tossed out this remark, the Water Qilin closed its eyes once more to resume its date with the God of Sleep.

As if to confirm Murong Feng’s words, a series of howls, audible only from magical beasts, echoed incessantly from the direction of the white shadows. The momentum was staggering, as if they intended to wipe out the Holy Sword Knights with their roars alone.

How could Calete admit defeat so easily? Though she lacked the advantage of terrain, she was unwilling to give up, and gritting her teeth, she launched another attack.

After hearing the second lieutenant’s explanation, Li Ziyuan’s doubts were somewhat eased. To him, the fact that the once wealthy and powerful Central Army had fallen to such a state was unexpected, but it only warranted a sigh or a lament at most; nothing more.

Liao Fan chatted with Fu Hongyu, trying his best to steer clear of work-related topics, as he did not want her to worry about him.

Wang Tianmu picked up the map and looked it over. It was merely a map of Chongqing, and aside from a few marks made by Liao Fan, it held no special significance. Wang Tianmu looked at Liao Fan, failing to understand what he was expected to do.

"Spin!" the wandering monk barked. The ringed blade, which had been suspended above the monks' heads and dripping blood down the length of its edge, began to dance on its own in mid-air, weaving a flurry of steel.

With the New Year approaching and the officials insisting they stay, Xuanzang and his companions could not refuse such hospitality. They remained at the city’s relay station, spending what would be the most luxurious Spring Festival of their lives.

Before long, Yan Guhong arrived at Wangjing Tower alone. A great battle had clearly taken place here, but how could the thief have hidden the item in Wangjing Tower? Could it be Yi Yunchou?

"Brother Hua, are you staying?" Ai Xiang’er asked, bewildered. She truly had not expected Hua Qingyi to be willing to step into the struggle for Chang’an.

Mo Ziyun finished packing and waited for them, his gaze lingering repeatedly on Lin Meimian, his lips pressed tightly together.

Li Tianyou had not felt well after the blow he just took, but having reached the peak of the Eight Desolations Realm, his physical body’s durability had been greatly enhanced. After catching his breath, he suppressed the backlash from the trident.