Volume One, Chapter 21: Ascension to the Qi Sea Realm!

"Lord Liu, why have we stopped? We haven't reached the borders of Hongnong yet, have we?" a Turkic leader asked.

After tethering his horse, Shang Muyi paced slowly toward the three caves, his gaze narrowing as he began to observe them carefully once more.

Zouping Township had also dispatched guards to the embankment. Upon seeing intruders attempting to sabotage it, they immediately notified the village elders, and a skirmish broke out instantly. The Yue people were known for their fearlessness in combat; in the ensuing melee, both sides suffered losses—two dead and dozens wounded—resulting in a stalemate.

Krivosheev now believed it was impossible to hold out until dawn. After a final exchange with Ivanov, he expressed his desire to surrender, as waiting until daybreak was no longer an option.

Only then did Lin Yang realize that there were such distinctions among the disciples of the Lin family. He thought to himself that since he was already here, he would go and see how formidable those "elite talents" of the Lin family truly were; perhaps he could even learn a few useful techniques.

At this moment, everyone fell silent, watching Lin Yang and his mother with curiosity. Even Uncle Fu had never seen Lin Yang's father.

Consequently, after synthesizing the domestic and international situation, the higher-ups merely stated that they should reclaim what they could. The implication was a desire for another battle. Wellington Gu believed that the leadership also wanted the citizens to regain their lost confidence through war. Thus, Gu decisively walked away, washing his hands of the matter.

He thought of the well-organized strategies arranged by the military advisor, Talen Crawford, and recalled the impassioned speech and graceful bearing of the princess when he first broke into the Earl's mansion.

The ceremony for the new Emperor's ascension was presided over by the most respected Pei Ju, who was already waiting there. Pei Ju recited a lengthy eulogy praising Yang Jian, nearly painting him as the wisest monarch in history, unrivaled in the past and unmatched in the future.

Broken and scattered swords and spears lay everywhere, and the white feathers of arrows, resembling thatch grass, fluttered and trembled in the evening breeze.

The entire Southern Heaven City had lost its usual aura of protection; patrolling the walls were remnants of the Cosmic Era, clad in silver armor.

Within the bodyguard agency, different disciples wore different ornaments. These symbols represented one's status within the guild.

Seeing Gu Qingyue, Cheng Ye merely let out a cold hum. With his left thumb, he lightly flicked open his scabbard. In an instant, a flash of blades and shadows swept past, and an overwhelming surge of sword energy surged toward Gu Qingyue like a tidal wave.

Why should she suffer such inhumane treatment, while he was pampered in the palm of the hand by the very man she had bowed and scraped to?

"More or less. Regardless, whether you have the connections or not, can you find a way for me to meet the City Lord?" Luo Chen asked with a serious expression. Of course, his demeanor was quite polite; after all, as long as Hou Tianzhi gave him an answer, he wouldn't need to resort to vigilante justice.

Wei Ji was somewhat fickle; she loved beautiful boys—all of them. I was very unhappy, but I couldn't bring myself to be angry with her. In truth, I could never summon any anger toward her at all.

This was because the youth before him was truly a heaven-sent genius; his reaction was heartfelt, an emotion springing from the depths of his soul.

She didn't want to trouble him, not just because Tan Chen was his cousin, but because she didn't want to owe him any favors.

These four individuals were all masters at the peak of the Martial Saint realm, and each was a grandmaster of the martial arts.

Yesterday, the man had been brazen for a while. At first, Yang Yuwei managed to hold her ground, but later, softened by his sweet talk and playful pouting, she found herself led by the nose before she even realized it.

Recalling the scenes she had seen while in a coma—vivid yet strangely unfamiliar—Su Yunran’s brows knitted slightly, and she spoke softly.

Seeing this, Gu Yunjin did not decline; after all, since Lady Yang had already made the arrangements, she couldn't very well go back to the Orchid Pavilion and go hungry.

These thoughts were chaotic and messy, each colliding with and displacing the other, fleeting like shooting stars. None lingered in her mind long enough for her to grasp them and think clearly.

Everyone who received a gift was absolutely delighted. Each household received four items: two bottles of Xifeng liquor, two bags of sugar, two boxes of rare, high-end mooncakes from the city, and two cartons of Da Qianmen cigarettes. For the family that had suffered a loss, the sugar was replaced with two bolts of fine fabric. These were rare and generous gifts for the countryside.

And this sealing array, which covered the entire underground palace—how much vital essence must it have consumed? Within it, did it also contain the lives of many innocent people?

Well, what's done is done; she would just have to make the best of the life before her. She would do her best to help her sister with whatever she could.

His majestic gaze appeared unchanged, yet when it fell upon Lin Yu, it felt like the east wind of December, chilling her to the bone.

The man opened his arms, rushed toward the cliff, and leaped. Under the watchful gaze of the starlit sky, his body formed a beautiful long arc. He was finally free.

He rushed back to the capital and entered the palace to see the Emperor. After reporting, he went to the Ministry of Works, dragging officials up and down to work until the dead of night.

Although the doctors and nurses in the Emergency Department were accustomed to being slack, as medical professionals, they possessed a baseline of professional integrity.

"What do you think of Uchiha Miao's words?" the Great Elder spoke in the empty conference room, as if talking to himself.

There were waterfalls and flowing streams, gurgling softly, and in the distance, one could see rooms with white walls and grey tiles interspersed among them.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the massive shadow that Feng Yuxiu and the others had seen once before appeared again.

"Hmph, one must always leave a way out for oneself. Whether as a human or a biochemical phantom, that should be the rule! You are still too young." The First-Generation Matriarch’s expression immediately improved as she rudely lectured it.

She sat beside Ye Hua without the slightest hesitation, her slender fingers slowly tracing his cheek, her eyes fixed in a gaze that one could not bear to look away from.

"What do you mean by 'heavy taste'?" Liang Yin sensed something was wrong. She opened her eyes and saw the scene of a human and an animal together. She couldn't help it and vomited with a loud, "Wah—!"