Volume One, Chapter 35: You’re Being Fierce with Me

If the Celestial Sovereign remained in the Carefree City, the situation would become even more unpredictable and volatile, making bloodshed and sacrifice inevitable.

The county magistrate did not slaughter those who had surrendered; instead, he selected a portion of the strong and able-bodied to serve as clerks, releasing the rest. Zhu Tongyu’s residence was thoroughly ransacked, with most of the valuables confiscated under the pretense of "seizure," while some were quietly divided among the clerks, the magistrate turning a blind eye.

When the Pingya people’s true identity as the Genji clan was revealed, the townsfolk of Laiyu Town seemed largely indifferent, continuing to boast and chatter as usual during conversations.

Feng Niang fixed her gaze on Shen Man’er. Today, the prison doors stood open, and unlike the previous dim lighting, she could now see much more clearly.

Amid the gathering, as Zhan Zhao became more animated, the atmosphere gradually grew lively again. Yet, he keenly sensed the indifference from the esteemed scholars, understanding that his earlier behavior had alienated them.

Originally, he had the chance to become a junior scholar, but an injury just before the exam prevented him from taking the final step; even after recovering, his chances at the Hanlin Academy were effectively lost.

In the Hall of the War God, the moment Bu Xiao entered, he casually tossed the unconscious Tao Zhizhi—who had exhausted her magical power—aside. The spirit sword, hanging from an ancient tree’s southeast branch in the infirmary, immediately surged forth, transforming into a human form just in time to catch her.

Bobo, observing the myriad of troubles within the Prefect’s Mansion, understood it was common practice. Wang Qiang was relatively decent—though somewhat muddled in the inner chambers, the legitimate Yue family was still honest.

The entire clan stationed at this base unleashed all their spiritual energy to form a large-scale formation. The scene was grand, and the power formidable.

For her, the outbreak of war was not paramount, but she had heard that the nation excelled in naval battles. If the country were to act, the optimal strategy would be to strike both the borderlands and the coastline simultaneously. Approaching by sea meant Hui Yan had a new target to exploit.

Every rhythm carried the most stirring and tragic melodies, as if one were trapped in the ten-sided encirclement of the Wu River. Before them danced the exquisitely beautiful Yu Ji, whose city-stopping performance ended in blood-stained white silk. It was the tale of the Overlord, mighty enough to move mountains, who followed his heart’s desire.

Not to mention the third-class generals of the Qi, Zhi, and Shan dukedoms—positions without real power. And the current first-class general of the Rong family, Jia She, was a lazy old man who wasted his days.

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“Mother, let’s talk inside,” Song Yu said to Shen Wan with a cryptic glance before speaking.

“Whoever said that is a grandson… Wait, something’s off.” As the two exchanged sharp words, Bai Zhou’s expression suddenly changed, as if sensing something.

The executioner spoke with conviction, as if he had seen through Bai Xiaotian. Gasping for breath, Bai Xiaotian could hardly believe he had survived that executioner’s blade.

Summoning souls was indeed recorded in the ancient merman magical texts, but it always involved summoning one’s own kind.

“Baby, Mommy has other things to handle. Once I’m done, I’ll come take you to be with me, alright?” There were matters she had to prepare for in advance.

Yingchun, hiding in the back hall, could not resist the well-meaning insistence of others and peeked secretly through the silk curtain, her pretty face blushing. No matter how much others asked, she remained silent.

“Mm!” Ella didn’t expect Abby to shove a marquis’s blood essence directly into her mouth. Speechless, she quickly absorbed it.

“Let’s go, take a look.” Though certain those dark figures were statues, Young Master Mu remained vigilant, for it was his nature not to lower his guard, even before an ordinary mortal.

Inside the French consulate in Egypt City, Leisaibu and Tempel were discussing strategies. They had received notice from Abbas I that all previous treaties were void, and to continue trading, they must sign new, equal treaties.

I was filled with doubt when suddenly a flash of firelight erupted in the cave. Turning back, I saw a fiery glow hovering before Lu Xia. Looking down, scattered talismans lay nearby, likely dropped by the recently deceased disciples of the Heavenly Master’s Sect. Lu Xia had inadvertently touched them and then waved her hand to ignite them.

When the five arrived at the peak where Master Dugu resided, Yun Feiyang saw from afar that Yi Hang and senior brother Zhao Zhixiong were waiting by the door.

With a ninth-level divine soul, the war-axe spirit manifested as a beam of white light, striking down with terrifying force.

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Only then did Lele finally exhale deeply, as if a great burden had been lifted. So we sat side by side, motionless, at the head of the bed.

However, high-end auction items like divine pills and counterfeit divine pills were not merely about the profit margin.

Murong Lingfeng and Yun Mo exchanged a glance, still holding their unfinished beef noodles, and asked the shopkeeper to pack them up quickly, deciding to eat on the way.

Seeing the bustling backstage, Lu Lin was momentarily stunned, feeling as if he had entered the wrong place.

Before he could finish speaking, two embroidered uniform guards stepped forward and hauled Hui Shiyang away.

“Could it be that the ‘Ape King’ Bambina has returned early?” Lei Fa thought.

The river’s current was swift, pushing them forward relentlessly. The Dark Elegant tribe seemed wary of the water, standing only at the shore, shouting unintelligible words before ceasing pursuit.

As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the Son of Heaven clearly possessed such power. Perhaps this time the emperor’s actions were well-considered, ensuring the stability of the court, but who could predict what might happen next?

Seated high upon the imperial throne, the emperor wore a dark robe embroidered with twelve symbols of authority and a ceremonial crown with hanging beads, exuding solemn dignity.