Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Swift Blade of Political Maneuvering

"A gentleman's word is as weighty as nine tripods." Ye Fusang merely nodded without saying much.

"I am ignoring you." Dinner was still quite bountiful, consisting of four dishes and one soup: shredded pork with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, smoked pig's head meat, braised crucian carp, and a vegetable and tofu soup.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shan turned her head and saw the upward-leading stairs also disintegrating. The wooden steps were being ripped apart piece by piece at the joints by a tremendous force, and then plummeting from the air.

Letting out a long breath, Ye Xun knew that this handsome man was none other than Murong Fu, whom he had summoned from the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, and his heart immediately settled with relief.

Aside from the Chief Escort, Ye Xun had also established the position of Second Escort, whose primary responsibility was to assist the Chief Escort in managing all affairs within the escort agency.

Playing the zither had already become a habit for her. Furthermore, now that she had a smartphone, she could look up tutorials online.

"Certain members of the Yang family showed me great kindness, and before the late Patriarch Yang passed away, he told me who should inherit the position of head of the family," Shen Ye said in a deep voice.

Xue Mu frowned. The contents of their agreement with the Second Elder were of paramount importance. Not to mention someone neutral like the Ninth Elder, even the Second Elder's closest confidants were currently kept completely in the dark. Blurted out now, it would likely provoke civil unrest within the Holy Mountain, and an incomplete Holy Mountain was not what he wished to see.

Later on, Gu Panyan also dropped by on a few occasions, but fortunately, Chen Yanxi only had one class a week, so running into her by chance was not that easy.

Human connections are truly strange. Although Zhang Yi looked down on the rest of the Chang family, he found an inexplicable affinity with the Chang family's young lady.

Despite saying this, he was thinking that whenever Li Zhimeng went wandering about outside again, he would go to the orphanage to keep the children company.

He suddenly felt his mouth grow somewhat dry, yearning for a drink of alcohol, but unfortunately, he had no wine in hand.

"When will all these pirates gather together so I can capture them in a single net?" Shen Xiyi thought to himself.

The night on the September prairie was pitch black, profoundly silent save for the chirping of insects. The torches upon the city gate tower flickered and danced erratically. Night inherently represented darkness, concealing countless unspeakable secrets within its folds. Yet, night could also grant a sense of security, especially when one was engaged in nefarious deeds best hidden from the light of day.

One portion served as the reserve force, for once a real battle broke out, relying solely on the five thousand men atop the city walls would be utterly useless; these reserves would be rushed directly to wherever the fighting was fiercest. The other portion consisted of personnel designated to relieve the guards at the city gates.

As a Japanese person, how could Rinne possibly not know this name? At this moment, she could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

The third type is the Superior Spiritual Physique, lacking two of the Five Elements, which makes it an excellent constitution for cultivation. With good fortune, someone with this constitution possesses the potential to ascend to the immortal realm, though those who actually achieve celestial ascension with this physique are one in ten thousand. Perhaps this is merely a theoretical notion, and in reality, it is virtually impossible.

"The Prime Minister's Estate and the Crown Prince's Mansion are about to have their thresholds worn flat by visitors. However, the estates of the other princes are as desolate as a sparrow's nest," Lord Huai remarked.

Miraculously, after merely three or four spoonfuls of the soup entered his belly, the poisoned person began to vomit and purge violently. In just a brief moment, however, his complexion returned to a healthy, rosy hue.

Although their line of sight was blocked by the city wall, seeing the men atop the ramparts looking alternately shocked and overjoyed, and smelling the pungent stench of burning flesh, everyone naturally understood what had transpired.

As for the thought process of this monster, no matter how clever Ye Lan was, she simply could not keep up. The monster's mode of thinking was far too extreme, rendering it completely useless as a point of reference. At the very least, however, they were safe for the present moment.