Chapter 45

As for the other subjects, they all fall within the scope of the Six Arts of the Noble Gentleman as taught by Confucius, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Sima Youyue was refining pills in her room. It was her first time making this particular pill, so she was somewhat inexperienced. After practicing twice, she finally succeeded.

I thought Grandma would definitely go to see that tree, but fatigue suddenly overwhelmed me, leaving me too weak to get up and follow her. Though reluctant, I ended up falling asleep.

After taking the stage, the candidate who ranked third bowed to the audience and said, “I am Zhu Yan, styled Lihe. I am honored to be the toastmaster for today’s poetry gathering. If my words are inappropriate, I ask for your indulgence.” He then stopped and bowed once more to everyone.

A flight attendant handed me a bottle of water, helped me sit up, and gently patted my chest while looking at me with concern.

Long An’an’s appearance caused a stir among them, but—rather than attacking her—they all knelt down in unison after a brief commotion, as if worshiping their master.

Jiang Chen had spent several hours gathering herbs but had collected fewer than twenty varieties. Afterward, most of the herbs were repeats, making it difficult to find new types.

I stayed close to Grandma, as usual. Whenever we went out, being near her was my stronghold. I never let myself fall out of her sight because I had learned the hard way that if I strayed too far, who knows what trouble I might encounter.

I knew her nature well—she would never let any opportunity slip by, no matter how slim. Moreover, her ruthless mindset meant she valued life greatly, at least her own. So I was not worried that she wouldn’t come with me.

Gu Xiao now suspected that Zhuge Zhengwo might already be doubting him, so he immediately labeled Zhuge Zhengwo as someone to keep at a distance.

The Seven-Star Sword: one of the ninja tools left behind by the Six Dao Immortals, capable of severing and cursing an opponent’s verbal spells.

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She bought two large meat buns at the grocery store at the crossroads, eating as she took a carriage to the workers’ residential alley where the Tao family lived.

“I roughly understand your meaning. I’ll handle it right away and contact you once there’s news!” Upon grasping Luo Bin’s specific request, Liu Yuan Kai promptly agreed.

These eight divine swords were no ordinary weapons. The sword formation they formed contained unparalleled killing techniques; a single movement could shred anyone caught in the sharp sword energy.

Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction, took the jade vial handed by Xia Shuang, and casually asked the question he most wanted answered.

After the dormitory collapsed and leaked water due to snow pressure, the village chief called people to repair it. Without repair, it was inconvenient; the teacher had nowhere to go to grade homework after class.

Even Guyun had to use his spiritual power to sense the battle situation. Over a thousand corpses littered the rift valley. Facing the massacre by high-level Battle Spirit Realm cultivators, more than half of the monkeys—often raiding Divine Silkworm Ridge—had been killed. Now many high-level Battle Spirit Realm monkey demons, either transformed or half-transformed, were resisting them.

Actually, Lin Dong could sing most songs, and his voice was quite good. Lin Dong’s imitation was also very accurate.

Luo Bin pondered. Unexpectedly, the leader was Cai Mao’s younger cousin. Did this mean the prefecture governor’s office took this grain transport very seriously? Even if I’m not after the grain, shouldn’t I do a favor for Cai Mao and go help?

“We are members of the Dragon Soul Twelve Palaces Elders’ Group, and were once heads of the Dragon Soul Twelve Palaces. Surely, we are qualified to attend this meeting!” a man said with a tone neither arrogant nor humble.

As Cui You’an said, the Yunxiang Workshop had been cleaned thoroughly, but the traces of tampering always left some subtle clues wherever the boat had passed.

The land of Shu Prefecture was good for cultivating rice and other rain-loving crops, but it was also ideal for silkworm breeding. Thus, silk, silk cloth, and brocade from Shu were famed far and wide. Chen Jue, Rizhenzi, and Yu Pangzi had come this time for these matters. Qian Jinduo had already arrived with others in Shu Prefecture and was waiting for Chen Jue at the largest inn in Tianfu County.

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One of them was tall, about 180 centimeters, with a calm expression hidden behind sunglasses, though his hairline was somewhat startling.

“Rest assured, the net has been cast. Once Wu Yong shows up, he won’t escape, not even with wings!” Liu Xingyu said calmly.

“Rou Niang, a cup of wine. I’ll drink to you first in honor of your hard work,” Li Sanjian said, raising his cup and drinking it at a simple banquet.

Once Chen Jue’s lyrics were out, people on both sides of the cliff could no longer remain seated and rose up. Some on the opposite shore even leapt over, and twenty or thirty people surrounded the three performers.

A thunderous roar sounded as a massive figure charged with a great axe. Wanyan Aguda’s summoned holy phantom was knocked low by the impact, flying dozens of meters, causing him to frown in displeasure.

Other palace attendants, like Li Yan who was close to Zhao Ji, might gain the emperor’s favor, potentially causing Liang Shicheng to fall out of favor. Thus, Liang Shicheng guarded himself against other court officials as if defending against thieves.

Upon hearing this, Yu Pangzi immediately lost his spark, drooping like a deflated balloon. Chen Jue, however, was indifferent—this was no fault of his. Chen Jue generously said, “Sitting with Juzi, whatever you drink is wine! It doesn’t matter.” Upon hearing this, Ju Yeqi shouted “Good!” and called the attendants outside to bring more wine.

Yan Suwen knew that merely curing diarrhea wouldn’t change the tide of battle. Her momentary compassion might cost more lives among the soldiers of Great Wei. Yet, she simply could not treat human life as worthless.

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