Chapter 61: The Will of Heaven

"Yaoyao, where are you heading back to?" Ye Heng's voice suddenly interrupted Tang Yaoyao's musings.

She was simply waiting for him to call off the engagement anyway. Helian Hao actually used this to threaten him—wasn't this precisely what she wanted?

Although the twenty-seven cities of Zhenbei were somewhat weaker in strength compared to their Later Qin Empire, the local populace was fierce in character and deeply united.

However, not all cultivators across the exotic cultivation realms went to Great Qin and its neighboring countries to capture martial artists as mining slaves.

"I give you five days, and no one is allowed to know." His cruel voice rose in the autumn wind, cold and resolute.

Yue Yaoyao was his own biological younger sister. A hundred years ago, she descended to the mortal realm to undergo a heavenly tribulation, which resulted in severe damage to her soul roots and nearly caused her soul to scatter completely.

On this continent, eighth-tier spiritual herbs were already exceedingly rare, let alone gifting her a ninth-tier spiritual herb—an entity that was just one step away from evolving into a sacred medicine.

"Well then, I'll hand Qin Ziyuan over to you all; you can study her to your heart's content." Seeing this, Ziyu opened her mouth and casually tossed Qin Ziyuan out.

Luo Yu nodded with a smile: "Therefore, regarding talent, I require all of you to take 'How Wang Tianya Dominates the World' as your topic, analyze the current situation, make correct deductions, and write down your respective insights."

Clothes were strewn everywhere, along with shattered ornaments, making the place look as though it had been thoroughly ransacked by invading bandits.

"Hongying, go immediately to the Tong residence and invite the wives of Tong Guogang and Tong Guowei into the palace." Even before the Emperor left the palace, Noble Consort Tong had begged him to grant permission for Tong Guowei's wife to enter the palace and accompany her through the childbirth, but she had not expected the labor to come prematurely.

Wherever it passed, it felt as though terrifying insects were crawling across her skin. Fang Qingqing bit her lip hard, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall.

In the village, whether it was a joyful or mournful occasion, it was customary to bring gifts, so the guests who arrived today were truly numerous. The moment the final piece of household furniture was moved inside, firecrackers erupted, followed immediately by the guests taking their seats.

Over the past few days, she had written down quite a few things: recipes for delicacies, plans for the future, and some items that did not belong to this era and might even be considered startlingly unorthodox.

The Demon Lord did not disturb her either, watching her with an amused expression. Injured to this extent, even if she circulated her internal energy to heal herself, it would be impossible to recover in a short while.

Her movements were exceptionally skilled, and every single gesture seemed to possess a unique charm—light and nimble, yet carrying the dignified composure born of years of refinement. From a mere cup of tea, one could catch a glimpse of good upbringing, much like seeing a leopard through a tube.

Song Shi and He Mingzhong were husband and wife after all, so she naturally understood him much better than Li Shi did. Song Shi had always known that in their early years, He Mingzhong felt he had failed her; therefore, even when Song Shi frequently scolded him, he did not mind at all.

Deliberately blinking at the other person, Zhou Zexai refused, continuing to bury his head and eat voraciously. He would need a tremendous amount of physical stamina tonight; if he didn't eat something, he would end up as exhausted as a dog by then.

The moment Zhou Zexai began to sing, everyone in the audience was captivated by the boy on stage. His voice carried a lazy gentleness as he slowly delivered this song woven with fairy tales—the first original composition everyone had heard in a very long time.

"Look, it's this kind of tree." Thinking Zhao Baozhu didn't recognize it, Mu Zhen pointed to the Chinese sweet gum tree by the roadside and said to her.

"Haha, this... Junior Sister, as you can see, our Main Peak currently lacks successors. Since we've finally managed to produce a disciple with a Heavenly Spiritual Root this time, you should let him be sent to our Tongtian Peak to pass down the orthodox teachings of the Immortal Mist," the illusory figure laughed awkwardly. Coming here to snatch a disciple was, after all, not a very honorable endeavor.

Having just entered the grand array in complete ignorance, Xuantian also looked in astonishment at the two people and one python before him. When Xuantian entered, the five-headed python had already crawled into the lightning python's belly; all he saw was a giant python suddenly bursting apart in mid-air.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of the onlookers, Xu Mingzhe was sent flying bodily through the air, blood spurting from his seven orifices. His entire chest was caved in, and with a soft thud, he collapsed to the ground like a bundle of cotton.

To prevent running into any unforeseen mishaps, I turned around to look at Chen Xuan, only to find that he had already held his breath and clenched his fists tightly.

And perhaps precisely because of this, that child had also completely quieted down and stopped trembling.

He certainly placed a high value on himself. Fortunately, he hadn't acted rashly; otherwise, he would have startled the prey, leaving no chance of escape.

I could empathize with what he was feeling, and thus felt a certain sympathy for him as well, but my sympathy remained hidden in the depths of my eyes and did not show outwardly! However, Chen Xuan was different from me; at this moment, he even gently patted Liu Fang on the shoulder to help him calm down.

Streams of colorful light dashed straight toward the same destination. Countless expressionless mortals could do nothing besides vomit and stare in utter bewilderment. The bustling main street suddenly appeared much more tranquil.

Sumanhong looked at Xuhai with a completely expressionless face, her inner thoughts unreadable, choosing simply to remain silent.

With a loud roar, his spiritual consciousness instantly entered within, and immediately he felt an immensely vast and heavy aura. Countless trees grew inside, as if it were entirely a world of wood.

"Older Sister, come back with us." Xingyao raised his head, blinking his large eyes with an expression full of expectation.

"Reporting to the General, Wuhuan chieftains Tugehu, Chihuer, Jinshan, and others have all arrived and are requesting an audience with the General." At this moment, a scouting soldier galloped over and saluted in report.

As a student at Hangzhou University, Zhang Ziqi was extremely familiar with the surrounding environment. Therefore, she knew that as long as she leased this storefront and managed it meticulously, she would definitely reap exceptionally good returns.

First was the arrival of a large number of Japanese military transport ships, though their aircraft carriers and warships did not approach closely. This was at the advance force's request, out of fear that the enemy might seize the opportunity to stir up trouble.

As soon as Wang Dadan descended the mountain, he suffered defeat at the hands of Huang Zhenhu, leaving his heart consumed by extreme depression.

She found it utterly baffling. Throughout the entire journey, she had felt bone-weary, yet how was it that this fellow Wu Sehun seemed completely unaffected?

No one knew whether Lin Yifeng could hold on until the end. Yet no one dared to intervene rashly either; otherwise, they would lose their right to speak in Hangzhou from that day onward.

Having spent a long time stationed here without returning to Bao Province, Xiao Jun felt a deep sense of warmth upon seeing Li Yifeng. To them, comrades who had fought side by side in battle were just like family.

Liu Ruixiang declared: "This is going too far! At worst, I won't let her be my daughter-in-law! Does she think that aside from her son, all the sons in the world have died off?"

"Many thanks, sir. Let us enter the city together," Yang Ding smiled, while Guan Hai nodded repeatedly. Speaking of it, the commander and deputy commander of the Feiyan Army complemented each other best; any oversight by Guan Hai could be timely remedied by the other. In Xiao Yi's words, they were the golden duo.