Chapter 29

In ancient times, monks were forbidden from marrying, whereas there were no explicit rules preventing Taoist priests from doing so. While most Taoist priests generally chose not to marry or have children, there were, of course, exceptions.

Bai Qiran was well aware of the things she had done; the reason he knew so clearly was that she had deliberately revealed them to him.

Looking at the scene before him, Wang Jie felt a long-buried passion slowly stir to life. After all, Wang Jie was not yet twenty. The heavy burdens he carried had long made him forget that he was still just a teenager, but this sight completely ignited the fervor within him.

As for this interview with the Zhanmen team, he would never have bothered to conduct a feature on such an obscure, emerging team if the higher-ups hadn't insisted.

Thinking of this name from the depths of his mind, Wang Xiu felt a pang of sorrow. Although much time had passed, the memories of Xinxin remained preserved in his heart.

He wanted to tell Liu Moyan not to indulge in such spirit-crushing pursuits, but seeing the brilliance in the other's eyes, Duan Jinrui held his tongue. He said nothing and closed his eyes in peace.

Duan Jinrui found himself wavering. It was not because he expected any rare treasures; as he had said, in this world, aside from the emperor's throne, he lacked no material comforts. He simply could not bear to disappoint the youth holding his hand.

Clearly, commentator Sun Hao also held a high opinion of Zhanmen's AP. Of course, if he knew that the person dining with Wang Min was that very AP, he surely would not have had such enthusiasm while commenting on Wang Xiu.

A wide hood completely obscured the newcomer's features, but the cold voice seemed to make the surrounding air solidify.

"If you can't hold your ground, why did you come back? Keep attacking!" Before Lei Jun’s words had even faded, gunfire erupted from the city gates.

Upon seeing us, Zhao Qian immediately hurried over. Seeing Zhao Xue still unconscious, Zhao Qian’s expression turned incomparably grim.

Watching my arrogant demeanor, Xiang Tianwang’s expression shifted. He narrowed his eyes and peered deeply at me, his gaze filled with killing intent.

The members of the Rakshasa Sect departed just like that, presumably to continue searching in the nearby temples. Originally, since the treasures of the Yellow Emperor’s Mausoleum had already been claimed, everyone should have left, yet few moved.

A wave of heart-wrenching pain and numbness instantly surged through his mind, causing his brain to go momentarily blank.

Furthermore, the oppressive nature of the passage naturally made people feel highly guarded.

Weiya’s tone lacked the slightest hesitation, possessing the strength of words that only those with firm conviction can command.

"Father only gave us one day. Are you confident we can break through?" After finishing their talk about what had happened since they were separated, Yan Ming could not help but worry about the upcoming challenges.

"Whistle!" With a sharp sound, four warhorses suddenly bolted from the woods on either side, blocking their path. The riders were all dressed in black with masked faces, brandishing weapons. Wei Zhongdao’s guards hurriedly shielded the carriage.

In fact, before setting sail, we had already studied the charts of the South China Sea quite thoroughly. As I recognized the practical meaning of the patterns on the jeweled golden wall, the images suddenly became three-dimensional in my mind.

Long Fei, anxious about Guo Jia and Xu Shu, fought ruthlessly. With one stroke, he severed a man's wrist; with the second, he plunged his blade into another's eye; and with a third, he slit a throat. In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, the five of them easily cleared the enemies at the fifth line of defense and pressed on.

The light cavalry were no match for the rattan-armored soldiers. Facing the rain of arrows, they could only endure. Amidst the clatter and cries of agony, dozens of riders at the front collapsed. As their formation broke, Qi Pingchuan and Liu Jing seized the opportunity to charge in.

"Wow! Has this pig become a spirit? It must weigh five or six hundred pounds!" Fatso Zhou stroked the wild boar, which had been split in two, with great affection. "These two tusks are great material for weapons! I'll make you all a delicious meal tonight."

Huo Zheng knew that he only needed to provide a slight hint, and this man would figure out the stakes involved—which saved him the trouble of wasting his breath.

He let out a long sigh; regardless of everything, it was he, the emperor, who had failed. Now, as long as the world was at peace, what did it matter who sat on the throne? Yet he knew that to keep the world at peace, one could not rely solely on the imperial court.

"No need. If you don't use it, just leave it for me." Now was not the time to liquidate assets; even the dividends from Dream Immortal Residence were being used to "repay debts," so Qin Bai cared even less about that rent. He was actually afraid that new tenants would bring too many prying eyes, making it inconvenient for his own escape.

It was fortunate that it was Liu Zheping; had it been the short-tempered Li Jiufu, he probably would have ordered the machine gun battalion to open fire immediately.

He discovered that the spiritual energy in Le Chuye's body was in chaos, surging wildly as if he were about to explode at any second.

In public, Tang Yicheng had always maintained the bearing of a noble scion, but now, being relentlessly berated and belittled by Tang Yishan without regard for propriety, he was pushed to his breaking point.

Xu Ming decisively gave the order to fire. Over a thousand brothers of the Tiger Ben Regiment unleashed their full firepower, pouring a dense hail of bullets toward the Japanese convoy on the main road.

"Make them stop immediately! Do you really want to give the United Nations a pretext to send troops and occupy this place?" Tang Yu turned around and roared at Svetlana.