Volume 1, Chapter 56: Fourteen Bright Moons

"She is not a man?" Hearing this, Ye Wansu widened her eyes in shock. Just as she was about to ask further, the sound of arrows piercing through the air rushed past her ears.

"Ah—!"

"Someone is rescuing the prisoners! Quick! On guard!"

All the soldiers gripped the swords in their hands tightly and surrounded the prison cart.

Once the alchemist finished explaining, he completely let loose, hugging a young woman while drinking wine.

Screams and battle cries mingled together, making one's blood boil and rendering thought impossible.

Three assistant directors and eight chief administrators entered the Xiangnan Hall. After offering congratulations to Jia Zheng, they bustled about exchanging greetings with the directors of various departments, naturally creating another lively scene.

Upon hearing Dou Wei's remarks, Ge Changsheng, the mastermind behind the incident, flushed red and stammered, unable to utter a word.

On second thought, the alchemist reasoned that resting in the city for a few days and enjoying a hot meal would be far better than remaining constantly exposed to the wind and snow.

In an instant, a massive amount of light shot upward from beneath the ground, forming several extremely concentrated and blindingly bright beams.

The three elders of the roundtable conference, leading over two hundred ninjas, had almost formed a semi-encirclement around Dongfang Yunyang and his party, effectively blocking their path forward.

Just as the alchemist thought that the puppeteer's soul had suffered a heavy blow and trauma, that eerie sound abruptly stopped.

Meanwhile, the stage area of Hall No. 3 had been divided into six cubicles, each measuring approximately thirty square meters.

Or perhaps the people of Northern Qi would choose to use Mu Yiren to reproduce, giving birth to children who could likewise awaken the imperial bloodline of the Purple Star.

Yan Kong's expression shifted, knowing that these ordinary grenades could no longer stop the opponent. After a brief moment of thought, he applied the piercing bullet buff to himself.

Able to remain by the founding emperor's side for years with favor undiminished, she was naturally no fool lacking in craftiness and worldly wisdom. Having grown arrogant for a time after giving birth to a son, she was instantly jolted back to sobriety by this recent lesson.

Accepting reality, once married, both families would secure more corporate shares, which would naturally belong to the heirs of this union in the future. That was also a form of stock swapping. Otherwise, if someone merely married into a family, the moment your business ran into trouble, they would still kick you while you were down.

The seven members of the hiking group huddled together in this very shallow depression that could barely be called a cave. Lü Xiaoming sat hugging his knees against the rock wall, hanging his head silently, while his cousin Du Chengwei had his leg wrapped in gauze, which Hu Yaoqiong had brought just in case.

"Do you still remember the Level 100 Transcendence Peak Quest? As long as you complete this mission, I give you my personal guarantee that I will set you free and tell you everything." Lord Wu raised three fingers, swearing an oath to the heavens.

Even to Zhong Zilian, it was distinctly perceptible that the God-Slaying Sword at this moment was vastly different from before.

He cast a few curious glances at it. Just as he was about to walk away, he suddenly noticed a distinct sign of wear along the edge of the bronze mirror. Compared to the rest of the surface, that spot appeared to have been deliberately abraded, which was why the patina there was particularly thick.

Collapsed on the ground like a heap of mud, he continuously vomited blood. With nearly half of his bones shattered, he could no longer stand back up.

"Precisely so. How could I ever easily forget the hatred of my brother's murder? People always say grievances should be settled rather than kept alive, but in my view, grievances are meant to be compounded, not resolved. If you expect me to let go of this hatred, it will only happen when there is a second moon in the sky!" said Zhang Tianhou, his words filled with deep-seated animosity toward Yang Wenji.

Upon hearing the word "conjecture," everyone froze. Some harbored an ominous premonition, while others felt that the system's "cooperative mode" might merely be a facade, and that something else entirely was afoot behind the scenes.