Volume 1, Chapter 23: Qin Mojue Wakes Up

As Cao Chong muttered to himself, the displeasure on Cao Cao’s face gradually faded, replaced by a look of impatience.

“The generals are still as spirited as ever.” His pleasant voice sounded exceptionally melodious. Knowing glances were exchanged in the breeze; even though they no longer held military power, the invisible awe and bond they felt toward the God of War remained.

It seems everyone is quite fond of this style of dress, to the point that it has driven these young men to such a frenzy.

The light from the candles seemed to converge upon him in an instant. His brows and eyes were like the stars, and his radiant smile made the heavens and earth lose their luster.

Wei Yu’s gaze sharpened. The man was broad-faced and large-eared, with slightly curled, disheveled hair cascading down his back. Standing nearly eight feet tall, he towered over the others by at least a head, his physique incredibly robust. He wore a light grey coat, his exposed chest as solid as a stone tablet.

The old physician glanced at the people beside him. Jiang Li understood and cleared the room, leaving only Qing Suo and Qing Ye behind.

“Fu Jia, why are you here?” Princess Xianqing looked at Fu Jia with concern, and only when she saw that her expression was relatively calm did she breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the second matter had been delayed by various complications, and preparations had yet to begin.

Xiao Yi did not dwell on it. Following the navigation address provided, she was truly taken aback when she saw the luxurious villa.

“Let’s go.” Zisang Chenyi turned and walked away without expression, knowing that Ouyuan Linxi would follow.

At the mention of Xiao Shuangshuang, Xiao Chuo fell silent. She did not know how to speak of this sister, who was once so intimate but had now become as much a stranger as any other.

Violent gales raged across the surroundings, and thick, dark clouds shrouded the entire firmament. Terrifying bolts of lightning zigzagged through the clouds, looking from afar like giant dragons of thunder—truly monstrous.

Xu Xiaowen’s expression softened considerably. In truth, she had anticipated this outcome. A young man as outstanding as Zhang Lin could not easily fall for her, especially since she had just broken up with Liu Haoyang and spoken so abruptly; no one would have agreed to it.

Lowering her head, she licked her lips and quickly picked up a magic stone, beginning a relentless process of grinding.

***

“Sigh, if I had known, I would have gone with them, rather than worrying here,” Meng Zhao said.

“A youth has descended from Magic Valley Peak and entered Spring City.” This explosive news spread through Spring City at an astonishing speed. Upon hearing it, everyone’s heart skipped a beat, their faces filled with shock.

However, just as Linxi followed Er Bo out, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the blood-red stain on the bed—it was incredibly jarring!

“Boom!” As soon as Zang Long finished speaking, a massive golden fireball and a giant silver thunderbolt struck his eyes, exploding upon impact.

With a “bang,” the bowl fell to the ground and shattered. Er Bo hurried over to clean it up, and the Second Mistress crouched down to help, struggling to mask the despair deep within her heart.

What a Supreme God was, or how powerful, no one could imagine. Yet, from this alone, everyone knew the magnitude of the Supreme God’s power.

“You...” Cang You looked at the furious Qi Sujin before him; her words had left him speechless.

The divine envoys were shaken. Two of them exchanged glances, then sprang into the air, lunging toward Huan Hua. Huan Hua spun lightly, tossing the Soul-Pacifying Bottle toward a distant rock. Naturally, the two envoys sought to catch the bottle, while the others kept their eyes fixed upon it.

Although I now know her father is a general with significant military power, the Emperor is a wise and sagacious ruler—a man who rewards and punishes with fairness, knows how to employ talent, upholds strict discipline, and is prudent and capable. How could he favor her simply because her father is a general?

As long as Gongyi Jing’er appeared within Yan Longyi’s line of sight, she possessed the strange power to make him instantly suppress all his emotions.

After watching him leave, Mu Yunxi returned to the secret chamber, only to find Yan Wuzheng, Ling Yue, and Leng Ye already waiting for her.

He sat back in his original seat and looked at the pale-faced Islam. Likely, no one would have imagined that beneath the Emperor’s glorious exterior lay such a cruel and heartless story.

“After this match is over, let there be no disputes!” Jiang Haozhan patted the elder brother’s back. The Cannon King was naturally fierce; if he were to fully unleash his rage, they might end up in a full-blown brawl again.

Jing Ruahua tilted her head and looked at the bouquet of lilies on the table beneath the window. Under the refraction of the sunlight, the water droplets on the white petals glowed like glass. A faint smile touched her lips.

***

Their charge brought them together in an instant. Before their fists and palms even touched, the collision of their inner energy set the surrounding fields ablaze, billowing with smoke and dust.

“No! Your memories will become completely entangled, turning you into two wrecks!” Ghost Master, who had always remained calm and composed, saw the scene and his face changed drastically. The white ribbons of light instantly burst into a web, rushing toward the black cat in a head-on sweep.

In the houses along the street, the door panels had been removed from most homes. Some of the slightly wealthier households had half their roofs exposed to the sky. Conversely, the homes of the impoverished were not as severely damaged.

But aside from these zombies, where could there be any experienced travelers? Wait—could these strange zombies be them?

Li Wan’s expression was also stunned. In truth, she was far from as calm as she appeared; her heart was somewhat uneasy as she bathed Lin Feng.

Running to the mountainside, he looked back to see that the Tartar soldiers were nowhere to be seen, and only then did he stop. He sat cross-legged on the ground and pulled a stack of yellow paper talismans and a copper bell from his sleeves.

“No need to thank me. I simply do not wish to be reprimanded by the Master,” Sang Fei said, his expression remaining cold.

“Blind Ma! You are truly wicked!” Second Sister Jiang could no longer sit still; she jumped off the heated brick bed and pointed at Blind Ma, cursing him roundly.

Before I could speak, I heard Nan Chengyao’s lazy, smiling voice from outside the door. Shuying and I hurriedly rose to greet him.

Seeing this, the flash of snowy white skin piqued his senses, and the fire in Lin Feng’s eyes grew even wilder. He leaned down, pressing heavily onto Li Wan, his hands swiftly climbing toward those proud, towering peaks.