Volume 1, Chapter 26: Playing the Fool to Catch the Prey

How could I not know he was dead? I only wanted to hold on, not just because it was my hand that took his life, but because he was Aunt Qingyu’s son.

Barely a few breaths after Zhao Xian’s cannons roared, a faint rumble of artillery echoed from over ten miles away. Accounting for the speed of sound, it meant Wang Shuang’s cannons were firing even more efficiently than Zhao Xian’s.

Mo Song was not one to be picky, for without comparison, it is difficult to find a "perfection" against which to be critical.

The tattoo was black, somewhat irregular, and rather ugly—which is why White Wolf thought it resembled a birthmark. Yet, one could clearly discern the shape of a rising flame, or perhaps a plume of ascending gas; no matter how one looked at it, it appeared to have been inked on by human hands.

He gently blew the ink dry on the calligraphy he had just finished and handed it to me. I added a sprig of red plum blossom to the side, and the piece was complete.

Furthermore, this scent was identical to the strange fragrance I had smelled earlier near the missing dragon egg.

Just then, in the night sky not far away, a cyan flash of sword light tore through the firmament, hurtling toward this location.

Even during the reign of the mighty Mughal Empire and the subsequent era of the British Empire, the de facto independent status of the Rajput states in this region remained unchanged.

These infantry armors weighed forty or fifty pounds, making them a burden to wear in the first place, not to mention that the soldiers had to endure the bombardment of Northern Qi’s "Thunderbolts," as well as the arrows that, while unable to pierce the armor, still caused them agonizing vibrations.

The fierce ghosts in the sky finally vanished, and by this time, the Mountain-Shaking Tree was but a few paces away from the Twin Lotus.

Born in the World of Fairy Tales, the White Emperor possessed a natural affinity for fairy tale information. When mobilizing it, one unit of effort yielded two units of effect; any world steeped in fairy tale color was his home turf.

At this moment, the air in the entire arena seemed to solidify, the terrifying pressure leaving the one hundred thousand spectators feeling as though they could not draw a breath.

Seeing Ye Tian so formidable, Zhou Hai felt a sudden surge of fear. He had no idea what had happened to Ye Tian to make him suddenly grow so powerful—his cultivation had far surpassed his own, reaching the White Dragon Realm.

Zhou Rui was terrified that she might insist on sleeping with him again tonight; he prayed for the heavens to take him, or perhaps to take her instead.

In an instant, Tong Muyang found himself against three opponents. Yet, he only defended and did not attack, parrying, grabbing, lifting, pushing, and blocking with effortless grace. His form flickered in and out of sight, like a cunning marmot darting left and right, east and west.

But she had no other choice, for the best time to learn is always ten years ago, and the second best time is now.

Suddenly, Xiong Ti’s expression froze, and the sword scabbard in his hand stopped mid-motion. But in the blink of an eye, he twisted his wrist, flicked the scabbard upward, and tilted his head to listen.

"No, there is a rule in our family motto: no family member is permitted to accept a title or become a noble," Xiu Dao said, shaking his head in denial.

The unpowered LCL was heavy, feeling like the density of the human body itself. While the LCL saturating the lungs provided the pilot with sufficient oxygen, sparing them the duty of breathing and alleviating the fear of hypoxia, it also suppressed the pilot’s instinctive urge to breathe, leaving them facing a suffocating obstruction with every flare of their nostrils.

However, just then, he felt a sudden, panicked emptiness in his arms. A white silhouette flew before him, her delicate body radiating a powerful white light. She gripped an energy sword forged from light elements, meeting the Archangel’s cross-shaped sword, which flickered with white flames.

He was a powerful man, and therefore would not be easily blinded by what was before him. Yet, precisely because of this, the fact that such palpable falsehoods were presented as reality caused him even greater agony.

"What are you doing?" The familiar scent of pheromones invaded her nose, and Cheng Rao’s voice lost its previous edge.

Bai Wanfang took it in her hands, touching it repeatedly with a deep sense of emotion. Ziyang, curious, took it and examined it closely.

"Haha, so it’s Captain Wang! Why such fiery temper? Why have all you brothers come here? Is there a problem?" Wu Youren sensed the situation taking a turn for the worse and hurriedly signaled the bespectacled teacher to find Chu Bai, while he walked forward with a grin to stall these ruffians for the time being.

After hearing this, Cui Ziyang let out a bitter, sorrowful laugh. Bai Wanfang saw golden light flickering atop his head; he must have broken through a mental shackle. No matter how difficult the road ahead might be, one had to walk it, did one not? Could one simply prevent things from happening just because one wished them not to?

Everyone wore the detached expression of a bystander watching the show, never once considering the state of mind of those directly involved.

And at this moment, just as Dao Tianjun had said, there were kings in the Desolate Land who abandoned their interference, intentionally letting the Immortal King pass.

She had no choice but to wait until matters here were settled, wait for news to be relayed from there, and then report back before everyone could make a final decision.

Huang Long and Li Ji had reached a cooperative agreement, targeting Chen Hongying and Shi Jian, while Qin Ziyi appeared to be a neutral party, though she could tilt toward Chen and Shi at any moment.

Ever since meeting Chen Chen, Luo Yangfan’s assistant had become increasingly erratic. Every time, it was just like this—rushing in with a whirlwind of commotion.

Having contributed nothing and yet shamelessly snatching the fruits of others' labor to offer as a gift, Shi Yuzhu still felt a pang of guilt. "That is true, but I did snatch this roasted chicken to give to you." In any case, she felt she deserved some credit for her toil.