Volume 1, Chapter 25: So It Was Just a Trip; I Thought I Had Been Exiled

"So, your well-intentioned guidance that led me to obtain the World-Cleansing Mirror had this purpose all along," Ye Muchen said.

"Lu Kai of Eastern Wu is here! Soldiers, follow me to slay the generals and seize the banners!" On the other side, Lu Kai, who had already landed with Ding Feng, led his troops in a sudden charge. Caught in a pincer attack, the enemy was forced from the wilderness toward the seaside.

The base of the Giant River Tower covers millions of square meters, with sixteen massive entrances facing the four cardinal directions. One can enter the tower by walking straight from the city gate road.

But today, I am no longer that servant of the Luo family, who used to tremble and fear even when walking or speaking.

Across the entire sea of shadows, centered on the line beneath Li Da’s feet, the darkness silently split in two. Below lay a bottomless abyss. On both sides of the deep chasm, the water’s surface was plastered with countless yellow paper talismans, effectively damming the ocean of shadows.

"Do you wish to sink into the darkness like those lost souls?" the Lamp-Bearer asked coldly.

"Reporting to the commander," Huo Dou, the most forthright in Mu Cheng’s group, spoke up, "This glory belongs to all the brothers on the Manpo battlefield. We cannot go and steal the credit!" It was clear he harbored grievances against the actions of Hong Yun's team.

Liu Mu looked down at the message she had just replied to: "Sure, Senior, I’d like to go with my roommates tomorrow. Is there space for us?"

Over the past few days, everyone had developed a tacit understanding, and they naturally understood each other's signals.

"I second that. Since ancient times, fighting on multiple fronts has been a military taboo. My Lord, our generals believe we can win. You yourself were a brave warrior on the battlefield; you must know that the invincibility of our Jiangdong army relies entirely on our fearlessness of death and our willingness to be the first to charge," Zang Ba said, stepping forward and cupping his hands.

The mountain was suffused with the scent of flowers, grass, and the breeze. Even the sunset seemed to be dyed with fragrance—a fragrance as soft as a lover's hair.

The massive fountain shimmered with an eerie blue glow under the lights, the blue radiance cascading like a beautiful, dazzling waterfall.

Outside, Du Qianjie suddenly ceased his attack, standing frozen as if in a trance. Seeing Du Qianjie enter a meditative state at such a moment, Nie Jin was both furious and annoyed. With a roar, he swung his light-shovel with all his might, aiming directly at Du Qianjie’s bald head.

"Very well, I promise you all. Once these textbooks are compiled, I will certainly give each of you a copy first, so you may have a taste," Ximeng said happily.

***

Tang Seng had also risen early and awakened Brother Bajie, Brother Shashen, and me, who were sleeping soundly, telling us to pack our luggage and horses to prepare for the journey.

This is why every decision made by national governments involves long periods of discussion and negotiation.

A young woman, skin as white as snow and eyes twinkling with a clever smile, walked in gracefully carrying two jugs of wine. She truly looked like a fairy from heaven.

As for the remaining thirty-plus acres of land, excluding paths and decorative rockeries, each residence is allocated about one hundred square meters. The spiritual energy is abundant—the cultivators can plant whatever they like; Luohua does not interfere.

Seeing this opportunity, how could I let it pass? I immediately swam toward the ice and surfaced once more.

Once darkness falls, what might happen here? No one knows; no one even dares to guess.

"Everything was fine, it was perfectly fine this morning, but just now, things went wrong. I... I am so scared," the auntie said again.

Han Siyou paid no heed to the fact that it was her first time, thrusting violently within her. The sensation of being wrapped by her extreme tightness felt almost suffocating. Han Siyou bit down on her lips, his movements beneath her growing more ferocious, refusing to look at the expression on her face.

Yuli emerged halfway from the water, resting her front paws on the lake pavilion. Her deep blue eyes stared at Yin Xiang with chilling intensity. Yin Xiang shivered, and Yuli reached out a paw, pressing deeply into the seventh vertebra of his spine.

This is a performance without rehearsals or dress rehearsals. Whether one leaves in disgrace or to a thunderous standing ovation depends entirely on one's own efforts.

That bastard, that bastard—he owed her so much, caused her so much pain. How could he just die and put an end to it all?

The old lady walked up to Liang Yimo, a smile in her eyes as she looked her over, a faint curve of amusement on her lips. Ye Chen’s hand remained on Liang Yimo’s waist, and he tightened his grip slightly as his grandmother suddenly approached her.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry. Say something nice, and then I'll sleep," Luo Chen said, his face beaming as he reached out to stroke her pouting cheeks.

He sent her to the company in his car, arranged to have lunch with her, and came to pick her up after work in the afternoon.

***

Shuchi was worried about her father’s safety in the hospital, while also feeling anxious about having angered Shang Peidi.

To become Li Mu’s partner, one must first possess sufficient energy. Money is secondary; Li Mu is not short of money and does not value it, but projects are key. Without a project, there is no cooperation, and everything else is meaningless.

A surge of hot blood rushed to her head. Yun Qixi, who had just prepared to rise, suddenly shrank back, her nerves taut.

Shu Yiyi had done these wicked things; she wondered if she could live with her conscience, or if she could sleep without nightmares.

If not for his overpowering rationality triumphing over impulse at the last moment, it would not just be the Koreans and Canadians bearing the brunt of Chinese "wrath" at this moment, but the precious Americans themselves.

"I'm fine!" Huo Junzhe rubbed his temples, leaning back against the sofa, and said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Ye Xingjue turned his head, a faint smile flashing across his eyes as he scanned Xuan Yuantian.

She looked at him. After all that had happened lately, few truly cared for the Emperor’s health; some even wished for his early death. You Wanshan had been loyal his whole life, and his concern was genuine. With the Emperor’s illness, he too looked quite haggard.

Ye Xingjue gritted his teeth. Beneath his feet, a five-inch pillar of light exploded with a "boom," and he lunged toward the left side of the thousand-year soul beast.

I do not know when it began, but that man named Xin Zihan had entered my life completely, with an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing a fruit stall nearby, he didn't care about being scolded; he quickly crouched at the owner's feet, offering apologies with a fawning smile.

The two managed to dodge the black mist with great difficulty, only to find the evil cultivator had vanished. Their expressions changed instantly.