28,028 (Additional Chapter with 2K Nutrient Solution)

Di Xiu, Lu Baiyi, and the others hurriedly offered their apologies, for everything they had achieved at such a level was granted to them by Jiang Chen.

"This is a photograph of the Huo family’s daughter, sent over a few days ago. Take a look." Grand Marshal Shen tossed a black-and-white picture to him.

Le Lu told him that the uncle and nephew would be staying together for the next few days. Surely nothing would happen during the day, and by sleeping in the same bed at night with the lights kept on, they might be able to prevent the ghost from finding them.

By nightfall, Li Fengnian had consumed a full five bowls of Six-Yang Powder. Perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt his strength had increased slightly; his limbs had never felt as powerful as they did now.

Therefore, replacements were needed to prevent any soldiers from lacking the strength required, which would allow the enemy to find gaps to exploit in the siege.

The former Crown Prince had returned from the dead, and the old faction was gathering once more. If they were aiming for the throne, bloodshed was inevitable. Deciding who to take away and who to leave behind, all to ensure the former Crown Prince remained unsuspecting and the old faction stayed oblivious—every step of the matter had to be calculated with precision.

This courtyard housed the young talents from the previous night. Ye Qinghuan and the others were in different courtyards, and even in the middle of the night, one could still hear their playful laughter.

The latter took a deep breath, dodged to the side, and then, with lightning speed, grabbed the warrior’s head with one hand and smashed it fiercely against the floor of the great hall.

Tang Xinyu’s face flushed involuntarily. She glared fiercely at her two roommates and best friends before silently taking a seat in the row behind me.

Ye Guchen sprouted wings from his back, and the bones throughout his body popped and cracked like roasting beans, displaying an aura of supreme grace that shook all directions.

Xiongxiong’s situation was quite different from Paigu’s. Xiongxiong was right; she could find a good job anywhere. Finance majors were highly sought after by all companies, and while Xiongxiong’s appearance might invite criticism, her academic record was truly no joke.

"They even prepared a prisoner transport carriage; are the Chen and Jiang families playing for real?" A cry of exclamation erupted at once. The officials, wiping the heavy sweat from their brows, watched helplessly as Fatty Dai was bound and shoved into the carriage, feeling a sense of shared grief and alarm, and began to clamor in protest.

Fang Muchen felt a surge of pity as he watched Tang Qian clench her teeth tightly. She had not let out a single sound from beginning to end, even as her face grew increasingly pale.

Looking at his formidable stats, Gu Ting mimicked Bai Qi, let out a long howl toward the sky, and said, "General Bai is right. What difficulty is there in dealing with a mere ten thousand monsters? I shall go and help the General eliminate this great threat." With that, Gu Ting turned and strode out of the command tent.

"That is her own fault; she brought it upon herself. If not for her, Zhenzhen’s condition would not have suddenly worsened!" Zhang Zijing’s voice was filled with faint anger.

The first-floor lobby of the Yanyu Pavilion was already in a state of chaos. Broken plates and bowls littered the floor, tables and chairs were overturned, and the ground was a mess of food scraps.

She was skilled in manipulation, but that did not mean she was incapable of close-quarters combat—especially after that battle with Nan Luo, where she realized her weaknesses and specifically sought to strengthen herself afterward.

He walked into the rain, unable to see what lay ahead or around him. All he could perceive was the flash of lightning, the chilling rain, and the biting, icy wind.

His appearance was passable, but as for the clothing and its color, Gu Yuanzhan was wearing a gray short-sleeved crew-neck shirt, which had absolutely nothing to do with the black long-sleeved T-shirt she had described.

Gu Zhenglun’s constant pressure on Zhang Daqian to leave Dunhuang was likely under the instruction of Chen Lifu, used as a means to pressure the elder faction’s Yu Youren—the Zhu Jiahua faction maintained better relations with the elder faction. The purpose was likely a warning: let Yu Youren stay away from the Zhu Jiahua faction, lest he get splattered with blood while watching the spectacle from the sidelines.

Li Xiang had only made a brief appearance and hadn't said a word, yet he had already left this group of cultivators deeply wary.

In this complex network of tangled relationships, a vital core had suddenly gone missing. Yet, human adaptability is incredibly powerful; no matter who is lost, the world will always continue to turn.

"Well… alright then." Melinda nodded helplessly. She also reflected that if something truly major were to happen, the support of the American government would be indispensable.

As the atmosphere of the poetry gathering reached its peak, Zhao Hao appeared distracted, his eyes scanning the servants in the surroundings, yearning to find that one figure, yet failing to see her anywhere.

"Hmph, spineless thing." Watching Li Ang flee in panic alongside Twisted Fate, Feng Siniang couldn't help but pout and stomp her foot.

The white light was hazy. Luo Qian could figure out with his heels that, apart from the legendary fifth-order immortal, who else could emit such a powerful barrier?

This folding fan immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Because of Li Xiang’s reputation, they couldn't help but speculate: what kind of treasure could this be?

Perhaps because Ma Ao’s reputation preceded him, none of the student council members on the stairs dared to go up and question him, letting him pass unimpeded.

Ever since passing the test of loyalty to Zong Yuanfang, Shang Kexi addressed Lord Zong with ease, showing no signs of estrangement.

In the void where Lü Zhengjun bowed, a pitch-black, withered hand instantly appeared, swiping from top to bottom, and a massive spatial rift tore open.

"Rest assured, Head of the House," Chu Haoran laughed. Having said that, he grabbed the muscular man by the collar and slapped his face once more.

These words carried a heavy sense of mythology. The Nine Tripod Cauldrons were forged by Yu the Great; legend has it that he forged them to stabilize the Nine Provinces, making them the supreme treasures of the founding of the nation.

"Haha..." Chu Haoran laughed loudly. Being able to make the usually fierce and overbearing tomboy display such a panicky, frightened, and angry expression gave him a great sense of accomplishment.