Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Profound Art Reveals Its Edge!

Nangong Jingyu’s gaze turned cold, and with a single shift, he stood before Zhao Fusheng. In an instant, his surging pressure crashed down upon Zhao Fusheng’s vital acupuncture points as if a thousand-pound cauldron were pressing upon him. The power of the Foundation Establishment stage is inherently different from that of the Body Refining realm.

"Cough..." Zhao Fusheng let out a muffled grunt, his face flushing crimson in an instant.

"Whether things are reliable or not is not for a bystander like you to discuss."

Peony was struck with panic. It was only then that she realized she had been so preoccupied with offering her greetings that she had completely overlooked this most important matter.

Shen Munan’s first reaction was a sense of guilt, followed by a furtive glance at the other person involved.

However, unexpectedly, within the inner sanctum—which had nearly become a cruel graveyard—two genuine lightning talismans appeared. Those who activated them did not dare to delay for even a moment; laughing wildly, they stepped into the teleportation array and vanished in an instant.

Hearing her questioning tone, the military ministers all gasped, suddenly feeling a surge of sympathy for the General Protector of the State, whose face had turned a sickly shade of blue and white.

Han Zongzhen let out a cold snort. He had suspected as much; he would have found it strange if his son had said he went there on purpose.

Chi Qing had heard the series of disturbances in the room earlier, but he had not taken them to heart. After all, anyone could accidentally knock something over; there was nothing strange about that.

The Golden Dragon already knew that she was not carrying his child at all. He even harbored the misunderstanding that she had orchestrated this conspiracy to return to the Holy See, all for the sake of the so-called God of Light.

"I have already fallen so far behind you; if I do not exert myself, how can I ever hope to catch up to your footsteps?"

Two voices, starkly different in tone, rang out in the room simultaneously. Clearly, the former belonged to Xu Ning, while the latter, sounding perfectly normal, was the voice of Qian Ye.

The foundation of the old state-run property was still quite good. The floors were tiled, and the walls were painted with latex paint; the only slight imperfection was the presence of two pillars inside.

Apart from hardware tools, which had a lower barrier to entry, other requirements were relatively high—especially regarding renovation materials. One had to be very familiar with construction processes and product materials to handle it well.

Han Ying walked in carrying a food box, then took out the dishes one by one and arranged them on the table.

These men all possessed generous and forthright personalities. After Fan Yang made the introductions, Dajun and Hongbing also began to offer cigarettes to Liu Dingxin and engage him in conversation.

Han Ying used the silver she had to bribe the eunuch who delivered the water. Tonight, they received hot water. Looking at the steam rising from the tub, how comfortable it felt to take a bath in this freezing, icy weather.

He was like a father figure, and his sudden death—though one might anticipate the possibility of dying on the battlefield—was something she could not bring herself to accept when it truly happened.

Liang Yuanhe’s rambling words left Han Ying at a loss for what to say. Did that mean he wouldn't repair it? How could that be?

Elsewhere, unlike Yang Ruoyun's encounter, the three Blood Demons just released by Han Fei, not daring to pursue him, turned back to find their main force instead.

A harsh sound of clashing metal erupted, vaguely mingled with the rumble of muffled thunder, setting one’s teeth on edge.

Liang Yuanzhi could not go himself. Without foolproof preparations, if the Empress were to find out, it would only spell disaster for Han Ying.

Su Miaojing picked up a grain of rice on her finger and rubbed it, noticing an unusual chill.

Emerging from the bathroom, his headache slightly abated, he picked up the daily newspaper and was immediately drawn to the headline: "Unknown Commando Unit Attacks Scientific Research Institute in North African Nation, Rescuing Prominent Scientists Held Under House Arrest, Including Dr. Feng Senle."

Yet, what she said was wrong; the words were wrong, and the timing was wrong. The person saying it and the person hearing it were both wrong.

Upon returning to the county, Yang Xu first sought out the Chief Clerk, Xue Chengzhang, to discuss the matter. Xue Chengzhang was a local and likely had channels of information regarding the incense-burning activities.