Volume 1, Chapter 62: Expansion of the Divine Strategy Army

Early in the morning, about two miles east of Chang'an city.
Xue Gui, the third chieftain of the Crouching Dragon Stronghold, mounted his horse, waved goodbye to his two elder brothers, and headed toward the Chunming Gate.
The people down in the valley probably heard Lü Yanling's voice, as many of them turned their heads to look at me and Lü Yanling. Some even leaped into the air toward the mountain. Seeing that these people still intended to attack Lü Yanling, many of those who had just made a move hesitated when they noticed me, but they still slowly surrounded us.
He was in high spirits. Just after finishing a phone call with Zhang Yujie, during which Zhang Yujie recounted what had happened in the hot spring, Zhou Ming laughed out loud, clapped his hands, and praised him endlessly for being both courageous and resourceful, declaring him fully qualified to take on the position of the Martial Hall Master.
I can perceive the good and evil, right and wrong of the entire world, yet I only taught Zhang Yu some martial arts, letting him follow his own aspirations and grow into an excellent police officer.
"There is a master." Fairy Biqing's cultivation base is not low; someone who could be considered a master by her and hiding in the shadows must naturally be formidable.
If any cultivator were to bully my family in front of me right now like they did on White Duke Mountain, I am certain I would openly step out and reduce them to ashes without any hesitation.
With a deafening crash, the entire formation trembled. The primordial gold energy in the surroundings seemed to be battered by the thunder-fire vital energy, and more and more lethal gold-element treasures erupted from all directions. The surroundings were completely engulfed in endless flames. The thunder-fire vital energy transformed into a true barrier, blocking the external forces outside.
"This is?" Qi Xuanyi was shocked, never expecting that his senior martial brother actually possessed the long-lost Illusory Heaven Purple Eyes.
Now I finally realized that my ancestors still possessed Daoist magic over a hundred years ago. Over the past three hundred years, as the Heavenly Dao shattered, why did my ancestor Zhang Changqing possess Daoist magic a century ago?
A burst of wild laughter echoed—it was the voice of the Burning Heaven Asura. He was seen traversing the void, arriving alongside a youth dressed in black.
Perhaps the medicinal potency within his body had reached a new stage, and the Eighth Prince gave a gentle push, shoving away Gu Jingli, who had been clinging to him so stubbornly just a moment ago.
Jian Tong was also momentarily stunned, not expecting Ji Cheng to be the new general manager of Dream. Of course, as a newcomer to the workplace, she was met with a harsh welcome right out of the gate. Only, it was hard to tell whether that intimidation stemmed more from professional matters or personal ones.
Li Fengxing was left speechless. He looked up at Jiang Xuanjin and suddenly realized he had looked for the wrong person.
Donglai Company held an internal meeting, attended by several members of the board of directors and a few senior executives from Donglai's Tianhuaban branch.
Yuan Wanzhen's teeth chattered audaciously. Her father was upright, cautious, and possessed a crystal-clear moral compass; he would never commit such an act.
Was it precisely because she had someone as wonderful as Lu Jingxing by her side that heaven felt she was too fortunate, and thus doled out corresponding hardships to maintain fairness?
Li Fengxing, who had just been speaking fluently and eloquently, could not squeeze out a single syllable now. He kowtowed repeatedly, making loud thumping noises against the ground. Meng Hengyuan's legs trembled, and he collapsed limply to the floor, unable even to raise his head.
If the ceiling were also coated with this fluorescent powder paint, it could create a stark contrast with those ordinary ceilings.
With that, she pulled a silk quilt from the side to cover him, stood up, walked out, and gently closed the bedroom door. At that very moment, he opened his eyes, a complex expression of bitterness and anxiety gradually welling up on his face.
Days passed by, and the year 2006 was about to draw to a close. Zimei New Materials was about to welcome its most momentous event.
"Rest assured, I, Linghu Xiang, always keep my word. Although two years will be a bitter ordeal to endure, as long as it allows me to understand the truth and know her, what would even ten years matter?" Linghu Xiang's gaze remained clear and resolute.