Chapter Sixteen

As Qi Jun pushed the massive siege engine closer to the city wall, Wang Rui, sensing danger, hurriedly left the battlements without a word and rushed to the Provincial Governor’s Mansion to inform Xiao Jing of the situation outside the city. Upon hearing Wang Rui’s report, Xiao Jing was instantly alarmed and immediately began gathering his valuables, preparing to flee the mansion.

The man strode forward, seized Chen Mohan, and, lifting her horizontally, threw her onto the sofa.

With a solid strike, the Dragon Phoenix Gauntlet was halted mid-air. Qin Tianying, relying solely on his physical combat skills, engaged Jiang Tian in a fierce duel that ended in a stalemate.

“If I don’t agree now, it would seem like I’m deliberately making things difficult. Since you’ve said that, as your comrade, I have no objections. I promise you, you will join me in the next battle,” Feng Chen declared resolutely.

“That silhouette, that build, that voice—could it really be him?” Yi Qian muttered suspiciously in a secluded spot, gazing at the figure clad in blood-stained garments with a terrifying red mask high above.

“You—” Duolan was flushed with urgency, but fearing that Xian Yuxuan’s troops might lose their weapons and that Si Zhen would go back on his word, she hesitated to give the order.

He believed that such a formidable formation would not be beyond his subordinates’ capabilities and saw this as an opportunity to test everyone’s resolve.

She jumped out of bed, letting the liquid drip to the floor, enduring the pain between her legs, and slowly made her way to the bathroom.

However, since Yi Zhi Hui was someone he deeply respected and a high-ranking official of the same dynasty, Yuan Dazuo generously gritted his teeth and granted Yi Zhi Hui a hundred dan of grain, even opening the bare granary for him to see.

How could he explain? Should he tell Yan Potian that Liao Jie had provoked him out of affection for Zi Xuanying? Such a plot seemed overly melodramatic even to Feng Chen, not to mention imagining Yan Potian’s reaction upon hearing it.

But Ye Chen was different. The Ye family of Jingbei was one of the prominent five families, a super-secular power. Of course, it wasn’t just because Ye Chen was a member of the Ye family that they were willing to act thus, but undeniably, that was part of the reason.

This side was bought at a high price from an outside source. The order and quantity of the spiritual medicines were strictly prepared according to the prescription.

Behind the destroyed gate was yet another door, only partially damaged, leaving a large hole just big enough for them to enter.

After a moment’s observation, I suddenly realized it was not a statue but a steep, towering stone peak carved in the shape of a person. From afar, it appeared as a colossal statue, but up close, its true nature was revealed.

At that moment, Zhao Mingzhe felt as though his blood had thickened considerably.

When the Peacock Divine King heard that Liu Yu was an old acquaintance, he opened the convenient door with a look of jealousy.

“How heavy!” Shi Yiming was surprised. Using half his strength, he still couldn’t lift the wooden barrel, his face flushing red.

Ming Yue Wuxin smiled faintly. Zhao Yangtian’s victory or defeat was of no concern to him. But as the first Daoist, he knew the others all wished to overthrow him. So, he would never miss any opportunity to strike at them.

I grabbed his arm and helped him up. Just a few steps out, I felt something strange underfoot. Thinking quickly, I brushed aside the dry leaves. Old Zheng saw this, switched on his flashlight, and joined me in digging.

At this moment, energy beams shot out from the hulls of the eight Hongmeng warships. These beams acted like long magnetic ropes, firmly locking onto the Taixu spacecraft ahead and slowly pulling it backward.

On the agreed day with Yan Yansheng, after breakfast, the Yan family’s carriage arrived early outside Chunhua Pavilion.

“Brother Dao Xuan, could this be a giant egg laid by an ancient divine beast?” Elder Ling Jianzi of the Tianjian Sect asked in puzzlement.

“Stop dawdling and sleep, or I’ll bust your ass!” Xiao Bing shouted furiously at Cheng Xiao, even switching to his northeastern dialect. At the same time, he brandished the large-caliber electromagnetic sniper rifle he had received from Murong Chen, its six-meter-long barrel pressed against Cheng Xiao’s forehead, scaring him into a cold sweat.

Perhaps hearing the prayers of Wang Bin and his son, on a clear, sunny morning, Jiang Qi and his group set out on their journey.

After multiple expansions, the Qiuyue Dojo had become the finest building in Qiuyue Town, surpassing even the Grand Tournament venue. Its research institute had also undergone many renovations and was now gradually equipped with improved facilities.

Hao Xin was startled. This was bad—she had just exposed Hao Meng’s secret. What should she do? Should she tell him the truth?

The painted halberd flew through the air and, with a sharp “thunk,” pinned Wang Yan’s next target to the ground.

The only person likely aware of these matters, Chairman Gulan Doma, happened to be on a business trip. Yes, on a business trip—not due to illness as in the original story, but abroad on an official visit, accompanying the king.

“Brother Dao...” Qing Yun, seeing who had emerged, finally exhaled in relief and quickly stepped forward to greet him warmly.

“Thanks.” Cheng Nuo once again composed himself after being amused by the scene. Looking out the window, the swimming pool lights had been switched on, illuminating the dolphin mosaic tiles at the bottom vividly.

Su Qingluan tasted the fruit jam, which had been thoroughly blended with syrup and honey. “Mmm, it has transformed from a harsh sourness to a pleasantly balanced sweet and sour flavor, very appetizing.”

Zhao Xin nearly stumbled and hurried forward to explain to Yan Chen, only to be slapped across the face by her.