Volume 1, Chapter 55: Smashing My Things Is Ye Chen Himself

Sima He was highly efficient. In such a short period of time, he had already compiled a detailed list of over three hundred trusted followers belonging to Sima Jing's faction, itemizing them one by one.

Cang Wushuang had secretly used a clever trick, allowing the man to clearly see countless Embroidered Uniform Guards and Imperial Guards passing by. Witnessing it all at this very moment, he clearly had ample time to send word, yet now his efforts fell through at the final hurdle.

"That makes sense." Although Chu Zhongqiu could not fully grasp the meaning behind these words, she seemed to feel them profoundly.

Accompanied by Ji Qing's loud shout, twenty-four knights emerged from the purple magic circle. Riding flying warhorses, the beams of light in their hands wove into a massive net across the sky.

Yet Qin Moxuan himself did not know what had come over him. Ever since returning from White Rock Mountain, he found himself looking at the other imperial concubines with a certain sense of displeasure.

Zuo Chuan let out a soft sigh. He had never seen Leng Chenfeng so infuriated and truly feared he might lose his mind. Those people deserved to die, but they were not worth consuming themselves over.

Underground boxing rings were all about illicit, no-holds-barred fights. At the very center stood a high platform built of cement, with twenty-centimeter-thick steel pillars erected at its four corners, linked together by steel chains in the middle, instantly giving off a grim, cold, and blood-iron aura.

After all, although the departure of the Corpse Sect would not bring an end to the war, with their withdrawal, at least some of the sects affiliated with them—if not all—would follow suit. While this might not drastically reduce the pressure on the immortal cultivation side, it would still lighten their burden to some extent.

However, after Fu Jinting repeatedly and earnestly "taught her a lesson" in life—telling her not to care too much about external opinions, and that if she didn't like something or felt unhappy doing it, she should resolutely refuse—she no longer lacked the heart to say no.

During the testing phase of these cannons, Zhao Yuan had spent a great deal of time observing them. He knew very well what their maximum firing range was, and these cannons were extremely simple to operate. The Embroidered Uniform Guards who had just completed their patrols also knew how to handle them.

While he was clicking his tongue in envy, that piece of black jade hovered quietly in mid-air, surrounded by faint starlight, with a wisp of purplish *qi* lingering within its jade texture. Amidst its noble and lofty aura, it indeed possessed some semblance of celestial majesty.

Despite being shocked by the opponent's formidable strength, Lu Fei did not feel excessive fear. His objective had basically been achieved anyway, and Master Huitong along with the others had already retreated, leaving him free of any worries for the future! Even if he could not defeat the person before him, escaping was still entirely possible.

The Heavenly Spirit Shuttle flew down from the sky and hovered above the valley entrance. Then, Jiang Zhanpeng, Mother Hai, and He Zhiyan all stepped out of the shuttle simultaneously.

Liu Weiwei nodded to indicate she understood, then respectfully spoke a few words to Zhang Leiyun before turning to leave. Matters of the gang and the corporation had long kept Liu Weiwei overwhelmed to the point of exhaustion; how could she possibly have any spare time?

According to the display of the Martial Boundary Gate, his Chaos Primordial Spiritual Energy was now calculated in terms of kalpas. It turned out that a kalpa was not a measure of time for tribulations, but rather how practitioners calculated their cultivation levels. One era lasted eighteen thousand years, one grand epoch lasted one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years, and an achievement of one kalpa meant fifty thousand grand epochs of cultivation.

Chen Lin sat down happily. Chen Mo never spoke perfunctory words, especially to his own people. Chen Lin knew that Chen Mo must have made new arrangements for him, just that temporarily no one had stepped in to succeed him as the Master of Records. Letting Wang Jie take over from him would be a good arrangement, as having both father and son of the Wang family serve as Chen Mo's assistants wouldn't be a bad idea either.

After swallowing several different kinds of miraculous healing pills one after another, Lu Fei's face finally regained a trace of color. Inspecting his own body, Lu Fei could not help but offer a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

Little did I expect that I, Li Dong, would one day have the opportunity to wear a thick gold necklace, a massive gold ring, and a large gold bracelet. This is simply wonderful!

At present, apart from the Lijing Bureau and the Blood Shadow, no one else knew that the Ji family might have left surviving bloodline members outside. As for whether this bloodline could truly be preserved, it would simply depend on fate.

The path of the Divine Dao also sought purity and flawlessness. However, the purer a deity's essence, the purer the laws it governed, making it all the more difficult for it to descend into the Prime Material Plane.

Mo Xuanchen's gaze was locked tightly onto the other party. Even though this was within the imperial palace, he dared not show the slightest bit of negligence toward someone like Mo Chenxiao.

Seeing the two children return, Lin Wanchu had roughly gathered the situation during this time. She never imagined that this impostor would use such a method to boost her influence among the common folk.

First, she listened as Tang Xingxiang chattered endlessly about how he exuded charm to attract Yuan Yousheng, and how he relentlessly pestered her until he finally won the beauty over—which was entirely in character for him.

He frowned. Regardless of the reason, his experiences over this recent period told him that Lin Wanchu was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

In just this brief moment of time, the production crew had secured tens of millions in sponsorships. While Luo Ning was inwardly shocked, her expression did not reveal even the slightest trace of it.

Aside from the armies of the major settlements, the vast majority of the rest were conscripted slaves and handymen.

"Grandmother, how are the children of Fourth Uncle's family doing? I haven't seen them in several years," Xiaoran asked.

In feudal society, nobles had it better, but ordinary commoners rarely ate meat. After all, during many periods, the common people could not even get enough to fill their stomachs, let alone eat meat.

Watching the door close right in front of her face, shutting her outside, Shen Rou kicked the door in fury.

While continuously closing the distance to the port of Langsford, a large number of flat, door-panel-shaped warships began to detach from the fleet and lower their orbital altitude.

"Blood Moon?" Hearing this new term, the live-stream anchors inwardly sighed slightly. Yet another new term; it seemed it would bring out a lot of information, and judging by the name, it did not sound pleasant at all.

"D-Do you even need to ask why?" Chen Jianju brandished the broken sword, which was carved from rotten wood and coated with a very fine layer of lacquer, without even a notch chipped out of the viburnum wood, thrusting it right in front of the shopkeeper's eyes as he said with a hint of amusement.