Chapter 125: Pleading for Mercy

The malevolent aura surrounding the ghost fetus was even more intense than that which had afflicted Xu Yingying.

"Oh no, the ghost fetus is about to manifest into a full-blown calamity. Grandson, run!" Seeing this, Chen Ye pulled seven copper coins from his robes and scattered them toward the fetal entity, trapping it within the formation of the Big Dipper.

Realizing the ghost fetus was transforming into a malevolent spirit, Chen Zhiqiang quickly released his grip and turned to flee...

He had not expected Li Yan to use smugglers to escort his people across the border, but then he recalled how he had manipulated the smugglers into revealing Stephen’s whereabouts, and a smile crept across his face.

The problem was that the imperial provisions never arrived. Without supplies, the army, whose loyalty to the court had already dwindled over the years, began to waver. Although the veteran General Feng Ciming commanded great respect, it was becoming difficult to keep the soldiers in check. Furthermore, it was deeply unsettling that the court had sent no reinforcements.

Seeing Kamo no Toshikawa appear, the powerful members of the Yin-Yang Sect who followed him, the demons who had defected alongside Yamata no Orochi—now the Nine-Headed Bird—and even the urban legends all bowed their heads, letting out waves of cries.

Satisfied, James handed the statistical report to his assistant, though as he turned to leave, his eyes seemed to catch something troubling.

"Yida, take my orders and gather everyone. Detach fifty thousand troops to pin down Li Er’s forces. Throw the remaining one hundred and fifty thousand at them. I refuse to believe that his measly twenty thousand can slaughter my two-hundred-thousand-strong army," Yinan said through gritted teeth.

"Pardon me... this must be the eldest son of the Mo family, correct?" Anonymous feigned poor eyesight, vaguely gesturing in the direction of Mo Xiaobei.

Fengchun was tirelessly trimming the lamp wick, though she kept a straight face, completely devoid of any romantic sentiment one might expect from trimming candles by a west window.

"At the time, Rongniang did not know the Princess was suffering from cold poison. Looking back now, it was likely the menthol in the cold-scented incense that triggered the chill, affecting the Princess."

In an instant, he seemed to become much more human, adding a touch of reality to a man who was otherwise so perfect he felt almost illusory.

As soon as Li Tianliang opened the door, he saw the group waiting for him and could not help but burst into laughter.

"What are you doing?" Ye Xiaomei, not understanding his intent, frowned and pushed the man away.

His large hand gripped her slender waist; their hands intertwined, their bodies pressed close, and their breathing merged. The atmosphere instantly turned sultry and heated, their hearts pounding wildly in rhythm with the dance.

Streams of immortal power manifested in brilliant, kaleidoscopic forms, teleporting extraordinary beings one by one to demonstrate their overwhelming might.

Qi Ranxi looked surprised. "Ran Jun, what brings you to this restaurant? Why don’t we eat together?" He then looked toward Yan Zhengxi for his approval, but Yan simply gave him a cold glance and walked straight into the restaurant without a word.

She had lost count of how many days they had been on the island, knowing only that their daily routine remained unchanged. Sometimes, she wondered if this was merely a dream—a simple, tranquil dream.

The second order was issued to Cheng Yaojin. Since Cheng was lingering in Chang'an waiting for a mission, he was tasked with leading Liu Mu’s Flying Thunder Battalion to the front lines.

Yet, the current Luo Feng looked like nothing more than a destitute wanderer near death’s door; there was no trace of the aura befitting a young emperor destined to shape the fate of the nation.

Seeing Li Moran step out of the car, the owner of the barbecue shop hurriedly began placing his favorite items onto a grill tray.

The meal passed by in a blur, the flavors lost on her. Qianqian had no appetite; after eating only a little, she set down her knife and fork. Yan Zhengxi, sitting opposite her, watched her with a darkened expression but said nothing, soon stopping his own meal to quietly sip his red wine.