Chapter 128: This Is an Easy Task

Only Xiao Lou and Bi Shukuang among the generals present were truly capable of leading soldiers. Although Wang Peng was a disciple of the Sword God of the Northern Lands and one of the strongest warriors in Qi territory, he was not a military commander. His combat skills were top-tier, but his ability to direct battles was lacking.

Unnoticed and silent, Ye Fei quietly stood in the shadows not far behind Wu Qiang and the others, eyes narrowed as he observed everything unfolding on the scene.

Liu Hongming’s half-lidded, hazy eyes glanced at the cleanup crew on either side, each member displaying a sorrowful expression.

When Ye Qianjue’s voice reached Broken Blood City, countless human warriors were enraged, but they found themselves unable to vent their fury. Under Ye Qianjue’s voice, a wave of helplessness washed over them, extinguishing even the thought of resistance.

This unparalleled battle in the land of cultivating immortals granted many shortcuts, allowing rapid leaps of two or three realms within a short time.

The cauldron and the ancient zither were obtained by chance, yet he increasingly sensed these two weapons were extraordinary, possibly even imperial relics.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of all who remained conscious, Guo Chuanzong’s hands made contact with Jian Chen’s.

“I’ve already reported to the authorities!” Yang Jue said calmly to everyone before turning and leaving. The list also included wealthy heirs and second-generation officials; those with poor conduct were excluded, including people from other factions. After all, to succeed on the first attempt, they aimed for a seventy percent match rate, with half eventually becoming couples.

“Boss Wang is joking,” Yang Yi waved his hand dismissively, still seated in the rosewood grandmaster chair. He even casually sipped a cup of tea, smiling lightly. The relaxed demeanor sharply contrasted with the slightly embarrassed Wang Lego standing nearby.

They were still hesitant to use magical artifacts, fearing recognition, but pills were another matter. He could switch to healing and spirit-replenishing pills. One or two more times like this, and they would have everything needed for their secret realm expedition.

At this moment, Young Master Mu clearly saw the assailant who had attacked him—a man dressed in white, with delicate features like a painting, skin as pale as snow, and a pair of watery eyes radiating commanding valor. Beneath a high nose bridge, thin pale lips betrayed the severity of the wound inflicted by Young Master Mu’s powerful strike.

“It’s not that I don’t want to look, it’s simply that I can’t find it,” Lele said, pouring oil on the fire. Strangely, the usually gentle Lele spoke with such bitterness.

“Everyone, please follow me,” Mercado said with practiced ease, inviting them to rest in the bedroom.

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“It’s alright, just let things take their course! Don’t be nervous!” Da Long couldn’t help but come over, patting my shoulder in comfort—and perhaps comforting himself as well.

Before I could respond, Chuchu threw her shoulder bag to me, then bent down to rummage through a cluttered corner, pulling out a bag of clothes. She smiled at me briefly before turning and running into the mall.

Mother and daughter rode in a phoenix carriage, surrounded by attendants. The streets were noticeably busier, but passersby bowed their heads as the carriage passed, with few daring to look up. Clearly, no matter where one is, social class exists.

Because I was usually lazy and rarely visited friends’ spaces, few people came to visit mine.

After nodding at him, I slipped back into my room. He entered directly through the balcony, not disturbing the client downstairs.

Striding forward, he held Ruoyu close, the strong scent of alcohol overwhelming, dry and stifling. How had he drunk so much?

The two giants abandoned their half-ruined concrete building and began walking step by step toward them.

The three mercenaries shouted hoarsely, but this was no time for pity. The Allied Forces prioritized hunting the long-snouted dragon crocodiles. Whether these mercenaries escaped the “frozen wasteland” depended on their own luck.

The Qi energy defense shattered, internal organs severely damaged. The Qi energy lingering on the battle axe instantly dissipated, and his strength drained away.

Because of this, Xiao Yan gained some respect; no one looked down on him anymore. Instead, most gazes held admiration, making future interactions smoother.

Chuxue wielded the Cangling magic staff, riding a fire qilin, nimbly dodging the treant’s repeated vine whip attacks.

The verdant flames scorched the Qiongqi’s arm, bloodfiend energy rising in the smoke, stirring Guo Lin’s blood to boil. The green flames lit up the valley where Guo Lin stood.

In recent days, the emperor spent every moment at Yongning Palace with the empress. The emperor’s affection for Consort Li was evident, and although she was accustomed to the palace’s darkness and the emperor’s fickle favor, she was deeply moved.

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To entrust the entire family’s happiness to an official career is, undeniably, a sorrow for both oneself and one’s family.

Yet she buried her head in his chest, weeping softly. He lifted her repeatedly, kissing away her tears. But her tears were like an unsealed dam, continuing to flow without end.

Gong Qianzhu followed his gaze downward. Her eyes fell upon a head of snow-white hair. She paused, reached out to tuck a strand behind her ear, and smiled mysteriously.

Sure enough, her elder brother seemed to guess her thoughts and told her everything.

“I’m not afraid of homework!” Yin Zhen exclaimed excitedly. Even if he didn’t enter school, his mother still required him to study hard. Entering school meant being with brothers, so homework was nothing to fear.

The more Yang Xuran thought, the more disheartened he became. He couldn’t even place a chess piece, feeling so miserable he found it hard to breathe.

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