Chapter 25: The End of the Road

Holding his spear with one hand, he lunged and thrust with precision. With a series of rapid flicks of his arm, several Xiliang soldiers were skewered atop the city ramparts.

In the early hours of the morning, Wen Polu had taken quite a few kicks while trying to protect his wife; he only managed to escape by using his own body to shatter a glass door.

Truth be told, the second option is the most hassle-free, but since it includes the cost of materials, the labor fees are significantly higher. That is why most farming households do not choose the second option.

Thinking of this, Li Tiezhu could not help but feel anxious. He cast a worried glance at Li Erlong, who was lying on the bed, his heart filled with inner conflict.

Drunken Immortal: He didn't tell you because he was afraid you would worry. Brother Lin Hai, although transcending the tribulation is a good thing, it is a matter of life and death. If you succeed, it is well, but if you fail, both body and soul will be annihilated, and we shall never meet again.

Liu Fan’s meaning was clear: life is far more important than any imperial throne. Are you really willing to throw your lives away for a mere ten thousand coins?

As Chen Fan finished his incantation, the heavens and earth suddenly shifted in color. The sky, which had been clear and sunny a moment ago, was instantly blanketed in dark clouds. Countless bolts of lightning converged in the firmament, and a vast, unfathomable dark vortex began to spin rapidly in the horizon, accompanied by crackling electricity and whistling winds.

As for Liu Guangzheng’s household, it was a special case. If they were to cause a huge commotion tonight, it was likely that, aside from his few lackeys, no one would go over to mediate the fight.

"En." The man lowered his gaze. The shockingly intense scene kept flashing before his eyes. Watching her eat her cake as if nothing had happened, he did not know why, but something felt different.

Stepping on the hard, packed snow, a bone-chilling cold crept from the soles of his feet into his body, making him shudder.

Ye Chen seemed to have anticipated this. He shrugged lightly, then pulled a sharp dagger from his pocket and decisively cut the straps binding her. "You are free now," he said curtly.

"Yes, yes, yes! How could writing a name be enough to make me cover the retreat!" Despite Si Qiyan’s calm expression, he felt a subtle, lingering unease in his heart.

The farmland was reclaimed by the imperial court and leased back to the people of Changxin Village at a low price, with taxes greatly reduced.

For instance, as long as the opponent’s cultivation realm is not higher than their own, they can accurately determine the opponent’s level by observing their Dao energy fluctuations and the volume of their Dao energy.

I nimbly dodged to the side and simultaneously unleashed a powerful left hook, striking her shoulder.

Zheng Qing finished speaking and abruptly threw his hands outward, scattering sixteen formation flags all at once.

Yang Yu’er entered holding her child and saw that the three of them looked displeased. She naturally knew that Xia Xuerong had been forced here by Zhang Jinfeng last night, but the child was hungry and crying, and she had no choice. Besides, she wanted to use this opportunity to see Xia Xuerong; after all, logically speaking, Xia Xuerong should have been released long ago.

Yang Mingwei seemed too immersed in her own world. She stared intensely at the peach tree behind the house, holding something in her hand and continuously splashing it onto the tree.

Indeed, at this moment, the relationship between Han Zhi and Chen Hao was still quite decent—at least, on the surface, they got along fairly well.

Having eaten someone’s food, one naturally feels obligated to speak well of Wei Xiao, hoping to collaborate with him again in the future when the opportunity arises.

Land that is difficult to cultivate is farmed for one generation; land that is easier is farmed for two; land that is easiest is farmed for three. This is the crop rotation system. Land farmed annually is "Grade One" land; land rested for one year is "Grade Two" land; land rested for two years is "Grade Three" land.

Huai Zhen immediately felt that this boy might also like boys. Thinking this, she turned her face away with a faint smile, hoping it looked friendly.

Song Chen’s tone carried a sense of composure and nonchalance, as if he had already made up his mind and nothing—no matter the words or the design—could force him to change it.

Hearing the steady rhythm of breathing in his arms, Wei Xiao thought to himself, "It’s truly over now; I’ve fallen for a fool."

Besides, it was exhausting. Even if this son was born for their own sake, he was still their son. How could they watch him suffer so cruelly? But as things stood, there was no other way, and in the end, he could only bury everything deep in his heart and say nothing.

Could it be that Old Man Zhao’s death really had something to do with this thing? No, he had to go and see for himself.

She and Wei Xiao had been very strapped for cash lately, picking the cheapest flights, and the food on the plane was usually terrible.

Xi Che took the items and placed them on the table, leaned over to help her wipe away the blood, and then wrapped a bandage around her finger.

Dongfang Liuyun said with airy indifference, watching with appreciation as Dongfang Rou’er’s complexion sank.

Ugh! The warriors on the ice wall lay prone along the parapets, watching with wide eyes as the light beasts gathered in a circle below, arguing fiercely.

However, he ultimately relied on his extraordinary willpower to suppress the desires rising from the depths of his heart.

"Three esteemed guests from the Illusion Sound Palace, are you here to attend the Illusion Spirit Festival of our Illusion God Clan?" The Fourth Elder stepped forward, more concerned about the affairs of his own kin.

As the two spoke, the gentle melody of the zither suddenly quickened, as if annoyed by their squabbling.

Qian Qiurong lived on the second floor next to the restaurant, very close to Lan Qian’s location, which made it easy to communicate via voice transmission.

Xiao Lingfeng maintained a smile, but the arm holding him trembled slightly, and a profound pain flashed in his lowered eyes.

Su Mi naturally understood what Nian Yichen was referring to. Mo Kang, unaware of the reason, looked at the two in surprise, feeling deeply uncomfortable, especially since Nian Yichen did not even glance at him once.

"A newly promoted disciple of the Black and White Academy named Ji Yun came to the Black Tiger Mansion earlier and asked for me by name. He said he wanted to be my friend and offered me five spots for servants at the Black and White Academy," Beishan Baiwei said, looking at his father and uncle.

"Of course! We of the Momo tribe are the bravest on the ice plains!" a warrior replied instinctively when asked.

Although Lu Renjia’s cultivation was only at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm, he possessed the experience of countless life-and-death battles. How could he be compared to Fan Tong and Fan Gang, two Golden Immortals whose cultivation had been forcibly boosted and whose foundations were unstable?

The Star-Shattering Divine Lord did not make a move, but a sword light descended from the sky, repelling the bone puppet.

Teacher Zhou looked at He Min’s back in confusion, then caught a glimpse of the newspaper in front of him, feeling a sudden stir of curiosity.

Meanwhile, the tent fell into a deep silence. In the shadows, pairs of blood-red eyes opened, staring coldly at Zhuge Liang.