Volume One, Chapter 34: The Wine Was Tampered With

In the afternoon, Fu Yi County held a study conference attended by the county party committee and government leaders, heads of various departments, and township officials.

The Three Thousand Hall was a charitable organization run by the people, unlike the government-funded welfare halls. The official welfare halls, plagued by layers of embezzlement, were scarce and their conditions shockingly poor.

After Li Bin agreed, they quickly left. According to intelligence from Shabo Tan, these forces immediately sought out weaker factions within the Seven Lords of the Undead Alliance, intending to strengthen them as candidates for the next lord.

This empire was a nation rooted in the human holy war tradition; the Judgment Game interpreted this lineage uniquely: all citizens were soldiers.

It seemed heaven was deliberately tormenting this unfortunate soul, as damp, cold air perpetually hovered above the sovereign of Ju Kingdom—simply put, wherever the Ju king went, a snowstorm followed.

“Lamellar armor” was made by linking leather or iron plates with ribbons, while “silk armor” was constructed from boiled raw silk threaded through armor plates.

Nowadays, such disparities between government departments were common; those with greater resources often treated comrades from less privileged departments coldly.

Qinglian ceased speaking of Qingqiang and instead approached the eastern window, gazing repeatedly at the silk stretched on the frame. On it, a tortoiseshell cat darted among peony blooms, chasing fluttering butterflies. The cat’s fur was soft and fluffy, every strand vividly depicted—an exquisite embroidery showcasing the artisan’s superb skill.

Han Dong laughed immediately. It seemed He Jinqiang had no intention of kicking him when he was down. After all, they currently had reasons to cooperate; if anything unfortunate happened to him, He Jinqiang would gain nothing.

I could hardly believe it—merely a 30% increase in magical effect, yet it felt like an evolution. This was clearly no ordinary iron-spined dragon.

Those already poisoned could barely curse aloud, whispering fragmented insults like “bastard” and “beast.”

He did not hate her, but despised her profound distrust and her refusal to confide in him.

Those who had not lived through the Tianmen era, who had not shared those radiant days with Ning Fan, could never grasp such fervent zeal and trust.

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Xie Qingyuan said: “If you hold the position, you must fulfill its duties. So what if it’s declared? Their actions violate national laws and clan rules. The Pu family hall is justly judged by the court. If they’re not afraid, why should we be?”

She was quite at ease, though the setting felt somewhat incongruous compared to Mu Qian’s. Mu Qian wore a suit; though his coat was given to Nanyu, his elite aura was unmistakable.

Yet Yueli seemed oblivious to Shixun’s resentful glance from behind, eagerly recounting their recent encounter to Chen and Xiumin.

They landed beside a green brick, then swiftly vanished into a secluded place, disappearing without a trace.

When Marshal Xiao’s elder brother, Taoist Xiao, saw that birthmark, he was overjoyed. Counting on his fingers, he declared that a celestial dragon had descended to earth and immediately named him Golden Dragon.

The ensuing hurricane flattened nearby iron trees, some less than ten thousand years old. The surrounding grass and shrubs rolled like a green wave, spreading outward from his feet.

Sun Yue’e said, “I don’t care about how much rice is given; I want fairness. Tell me, should they be allowed to do this?”

Moreover, the half-filled vial of medicine in her body was still suppressed and could not be eliminated. She was unclear about Franx Island’s intentions in injecting her with this serum, allowing no room for carelessness.

Thus, while the ladies outwardly congratulated her, their smiles were nakedly gloating.

After entering the palace, Miss Qing and Yan Zhaohua did not need to meet Empress Hua or Qu Miaoling, but they encountered members of the Qu family along the way.

In the command tower of the escort carrier “Finsha Bay,” Major General Sprague broke out in cold sweat. Facing the Japanese warship charging headlong at him, his heart froze. The crushing pressure felt like the weight of Mount Tai itself, suffocating, his fragile nerves trembling uncontrollably.

“Oh, the second-in-command gave the order? Very well. I’ll change clothes first. Brother Luan, please wait here a moment.” Gu Qiu indeed went to change, but during that time, Wei Ke intentionally followed him.

In truth, Duan Qingming was only half right. Yan Lingyu refrained from eating because the two siblings were enjoying their meal; besides, it was difficult for Duan Qingming to relax in his presence like this. Thus, eating was secondary—Yan Lingyu had become a mere spectator.

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After a moment, Bai Zheng applied medicine to Zhu Yunwen’s wounds, helped him change clothes, and supported him back to his chambers for rest.

Although the audience was somewhat anxious about Jun Shuang’s upcoming performance, they remained hopeful, believing he would deliver something extraordinary.

However, Qing Tianjiao and the others failed to notice the deep despair and sorrow in Qu Feiyu’s eyes. They expertly collaborated to expel the Qu family’s lowly scoundrels from the Qing residence. Their proficiency clearly revealed this was a frequent task.

Boom! Turning swiftly, Bai Yi delivered a punch that shattered a magical artifact aimed at assassinating him. Though a divine artifact, its poor quality and insufficient strength made it no match for his direct strike.

There was no choice—since Leng Yeqing had saved her life that morning, she could no longer treat him with her previous attitude. She even felt compelled to obey his commands.

Of course, he had no intention of re-hatching the “Thunder Spirit Divine Wood Egg” to resurrect the fallen innate deity.

Zhang Kuo smiled and said, “Sorry, if we were afraid of death, we wouldn’t have come.” After speaking, his expression hardened.

Dong Quansheng possessed the cultivation level of a false Dan stage. Unless a Golden Core cultivator appeared, there should be no danger here.

However, as the talisman light flickered, Hun Bian Li Tian realized he had seemingly left his original location, thinking Ye Zishan was no longer before him, yet he remained trapped within the Water Prison.