Volume One, Chapter 42: Once Supported by Master Jiang

Of course, it is not just about dignity, but also about where the Khitan and Song offensives are headed. If the Khitan people prove they can come and go freely in the Song territory, it will be a devastating blow to the Song, rendering the early-year victory meaningless.

Wei Dog nodded gently at the words, and another iron hook appeared behind him, viciously swinging toward Fan Ren’s cheek.

The door creaked open, and the visitor tiptoed in, setting down the rice porridge before wringing a damp cloth at the side. As he quietly changed the face towel in front of Xi Ruobai, he found the other’s eyes open.

Before leaving, he whispered to the manager, who understood and naturally passed the news on to Cui Fengjin.

Thinking of it, Du Gu Fan, a youth of eighteen or nineteen, trapped in the mountains day after day, it was indeed suffocating.

“Your Majesty, please see clearly, I have no divided loyalties, my heart is truly for Your Majesty.” Seeing Cang Shu’s expression, he finally moved the sword away; at this moment, only this mad dog under his command won his favor, but a mad dog remains a mad dog—once unleashed, the consequences are unpredictable.

So much so that, just before her consciousness faded, Shi Qinghuan wondered, what was happening to her? How could she be so relaxed?

Facing Jin Chen’s Wei Yun, who cried out in distress, Jin Chen did not draw his sword, but instead wrapped spiritual energy around his palms, striking at Wei Yun’s vital acupoints. Wei Yun’s right hand numb, he could only dodge under the fierce attacks.

Su Xiaoqing blushed deeply, tugging the quilt closer, her expression complicated as she gazed at Gu Xiaoran.

Naturally, Ye Chen was speechless; why did Wang Yuxuan know Chu He was reorganizing Tiger Gate, yet have no idea about his own connection to Chu Hefeng?

The current situation, though not utter chaos, was still one of divided resistance. And since ancient times, unity is followed by division, division by unity; when a turning point arrives, a wise ruler will emerge to unify the states.

The smile at the corner of Leng Ying’s lips as he left was completely caught by Yun Bing, and a faint blush rose in her ears.

“Mom, you mean... Lu Yunqing is marrying someone?” Like a bolt from the blue, Shen Xia exclaimed, not noticing Gao Chengfeng’s reaction beside her nor his sorrowful expression.

Those eyes, just as before, gentle and soft, quietly falling into her dreams.

Watching her walk away, Guan Mingxuan’s anger boiled, his cold aura enveloping her.

In the dining room, three sat at one table, the surface brimming with sumptuous delicacies. Yet, perhaps only Meng Yu truly savored them.

With an injured hand, I could not wield a knife, so I took back the gun from Dad’s hand.

The two exchanged smiles; soon after, they were both recaptured, but neither bore any injuries.

Ran Qing leaned against the wooden tub, allowing Xiang’er to knead her shoulders; eyes closed, what was she thinking?

From the rebellion on June fourteenth, slaying government officials, to the day she was captured alive, only thirty-six days had passed.

In such circumstances, the gap in individual skills between the rebels and mercenaries became apparent.

Especially among those prosperous families with many heirs, they embodied the saying, “Entering a wealthy family is like diving into deep waters,” to the fullest.

All the present supernaturals held their breath, awaiting Thunderstorm’s answer. Today’s events had been too convoluted for them; everyone wanted to know what truly happened, who was telling the truth.

“To see a mountain is to see a mountain, to see water is to see water; to see a mountain is not to see a mountain, to see water is not to see water; to see a mountain is still to see a mountain, to see water is still to see water!” The ancient Amitabha Buddha chanted.

Meng Qi looked at Nami, who sat silent at her seat, and broke the silence first.

Could it be that these Nine-leaf Herbs are the treasures the monster guards? No, there must be some hidden treasure here; otherwise, when I harvested the herbs, the monster would have fought to the death.

At this thought, he suddenly shuddered. Was someone targeting him? Perhaps a powerful Fate Seeker?

“The weapons of Emperor Ku and Tianze? Truly living up to their reputation!” The owner of the black hand spoke, his voice deep and terrifying, with a penetrating power that could shatter body and soul.

The leader was Zhai Jinshan, chief guard at Shen Li’s side, who hesitated at Shen Rui’s words, recalling Shen Li’s prior instructions.

The other elders’ eyes were bloodshot with rage; Ji Chen was utterly terrifying, and everyone charged at him together.

The brown military flag drifted down, landing in the mud made damp by rain and trampled by hooves.

Wherever they passed, the concrete ground half a meter behind exploded, chunks of cement and steel rods shooting outward—some steel rods even pierced distant concrete walls.

What shocked Chu Yiyi was not only Su Shiyu, but also Zhang Ju’s source of information. She knew even these details, prompting Chu Yiyi to reconsider the real reason Zhang Ju convinced her to break up with Ji Chen.

The spearhead glimmered with blue light, and a phantom azure dragon rose from the ground with an overwhelming force, thrusting at the incoming swarm of bees.

Since the decision was made, Qin Huai needed to plot carefully, at the very least to locate Yu Yueyan.

Jiang Yun casually walked up to the leader with the big flat head and stepped on his arm, applying pressure. With a crack, all his joints shattered.

Jiang Yun took the rice porridge and slowly approached Zhang Cuihua and Li Ping, smiling, “Aunties, have some porridge first! Your yang energy has been drained by the ghost possessed by the big locust tree—take care of yourselves from now on!”