Chapter 153: Insinuations in the Shadows, Seeking the Immortal's Guidance

Zhou Dunji's greatest strength lay in his strategy and his ability to rally the people's hearts. In his final battle, he inspired the morale of the Southern army, using the deaths of hundreds of veteran soldiers to turn the tide of the battle.

He felt remorse over why he had not reinforced the defenses outside the several factories at the time, why he had not dispatched more troops there, and why he had merely made do with reserve forces.

In truth, Hong Taiji had only brought three Jiajias for the night raid, a force less than half that of Li Bingcheng and Wang Shike. Yet the night raid succeeded, allowing him to swagger out and provoke the Southern army early this morning.

Although the indoor heating was running high, Zhang Lingling still subconsciously rubbed her arm, feeling a dense layer of goosebumps rise across her skin.

According to the intelligence fed back by informants, Zhu Chunchen was not only planning to participate in the rebellion, but was also a principal mastermind. Regarding Zhu Chunchen, Wei Zhongxian had always believed that having already attained the second highest rank among the military nobility, there was practically no room left for further advancement.

Changyi was clean and neat, without a speck of dust on him. Looking at herself and Fuwen, both covered in mud, it truly made one compare themselves to others only to die of frustration.

She knew that Shen Qiaoqi was naturally intelligent. If he lacked sufficient cleverness, how could he have become the youngest top scholar in the Great Jin Dynasty in nearly a hundred years? Yet, faced with Shen Qiaoqi's inquiry, she did not know how to respond, nor did she dare to ponder whether he would believe her.

It was not a matter of actually weeping tears, but rather expressing grievances with rather exaggerated facial expressions.

Yet from this, it could also be seen that the rumor about a graduate of Shrek Academy being the youngest Elder of the Spirit Hall was absolute nonsense.

Qiushui had been infatuated with him for a long time, and seeing him look over while shivering, her heartbeat instantly surged to her throat, her grip on Yun Jingxiu's hand tightening fiercely.

About ten days later, Zhuanxu, one of the Five Emperors, came to inform them that the Three Sovereigns invited Jiang Bai to ascend the Heaven-Clipping Stage of the Heaven-Intercepting Cult together, saying that everyone was preparing to enter the ancient road to ascension.

They fought so fiercely that heaven and earth collapsed; several surrounding star domains were swept through, the firmament shattered and earth cleaved apart, leaving an untold number of planets destroyed and countless suns dimmed into everlasting darkness.

"Let's go outside and talk," Xiaotian replied, his pace unyielding as he walked straight out of the white jade corridor and back into the rear garden.

An idiot? Long Hao felt a slight aversion to this, but couldn't be bothered to argue, silently stowing away the emerald vine into his portable pouch.

The ground suddenly trembled slightly—not an earthquake, but most likely caused by the battle of powerful cultivators.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lin's call came through again, sounding extremely urgent as if pressing matters were at hand, making one's heart race with anxiety.

The very moment her thought settled, a loud "Bang!" echoed as something heavily crashed against the defensive net.

Yin Xi bit on the straw of his beverage, drinking while watching the reports broadcasted on the large square screen.

Inside the secret chamber, those figures dressed in black listened to the commands of their leader. Following a brief discussion, they left the chamber and melted back into the darkness.

Although Mei Huating's words made sense, she always felt intensely resentful; perhaps this was what they called the reason why home truths are rarely pleasant to hear.

Zhan Li followed the maidservant into the inner chamber. Behind a massive sheer gauze screen lay a gigantic pool from which curling wisps of mist rose.

Nangong Yan was exceptionally fierce tonight; even compared to the beginning of their contract when their relationship was stiff, he lacked any tenderness. It was as if he were making a desperate gamble, pushing all his chips to the center, and thus desperately needed to prove something.

Wang Yang walked over to Lazy Wu. Originally, the dogs wanted to follow and protect Wang Yang, but were scolded back by him.

Upon arriving at the classroom, Changge and the others were venting their grievances there. Presumably, having suffered a loss this time, Changge certainly felt unhappy inside.

Fengya let out a delicate cry, her golden hair fluttering in the wind. Her figure was agile, her golden armor glowing, and the lightning spear in her hand sparked with electric arcs as it pierced accurately into the black ox's body.

"Don't worry, Mom, I certainly won't let you down!" What left Su Yang even more speechless was that Lin Gong agreed with a completely straight face.

"Forget whatever flies, once we finish drinking, the two of us will find a place and fly together!" The fat man's skill at playing dumb and pretending to understand nothing was truly formidable.

After exchanging affections with Mary once more, Li Fugui felt just as joyous as she did.

Within seconds, Chai Yunfei walked in without even knocking on the door, striding straight through.

Murong Che's heart tightened. Thinking of Su Ying in the car, he pressed the anti-theft lock, keeping Su Ying confined inside.

Aided by the colorful flowing light, although the surroundings were somewhat dim, the surrounding terrain remained clearly visible.

This condition persisted for an hour before Wang Yan was finally reduced to a puddle of black blood.

"How is the poem? Am I very talented?" To ease the awkwardness, Su柒qi used every possible means, shamelessly plagiarizing the Poetry Saint and passing it off as impromptu creation.

"Be careful, scatter more soil around the roots; there are probably plenty of insect eggs beneath the ground." Su柒qi carried a homemade sprayer and sprayed along both sides.

Seeing the eldest's gaze—implying that if he didn't handle it, it would never end—the third brother Gao Ziting could only nod in defeat.

"Young Master, since it's a banquet, you can't dress so casually. Young Master, let me accompany you out to buy some clothes," Li Shiqi suggested.

Finished speaking, Li Zhu rose to leave, and Zhen Guo hurriedly gave Dahua a look. Dahua lunged forward in two strides and dragged Li Zhu back shortly after.

At this moment, he was seen walking into the living room with a grief-stricken expression, while inside the living room sat a coffin, and lying within it was none other than the deceased Mizhi.

If memory served correctly, Hanye had indeed come to her aid the moment he first saw her, and had even wanted to become her boyfriend.

"No matter what, you still found Genghis Khan's mausoleum together with us. Was the concept of the Yuan Palace truly Genghis Khan's?" Bai Yi asked.

Su Wu strongly insisted on bringing her along so she could visit her parents far away in Europe. Faced with such a request, he simply couldn't refuse and had no choice but to agree.

Looking into Xuanyuan Jingyang's eyes, Gu Siqin couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. Usually, Xuanyuan Jingyang was like an ascetic male god, his gaze always devoid of worldly desires; yet the moment he locked eyes with her, he abandoned all principles and self-restraint, his eyes suffusing layer upon layer of mesmerizing, dazzling colors each time he faced her.