Volume 1, Chapter 35: Li Zhi'an Is Angry

"For peace of mind, let's go ask for some talismans tomorrow." Zhao Tiejun was half-skeptical about the matter, but for the sake of safety, he didn't mind obtaining a few to guard the house.

While riding his horse, Li Heng kept a close watch on the situation behind him. Seeing Wu Song fall, he immediately wheeled his horse around and thrust his floral-patterned spear fiercely toward Wu Song's back, intending to pin him to the ground.

To urge the Donglan disciples to speed up their cultivation, the "Training Rooms" would be opened punctually from戌 hour in the evening until the first quarter of the Chen hour in the morning, in addition to their daily skill practice during the day, for the next six months.

"You knew all along that the old guy was playing me, didn't you?!" With life and death now hanging in the balance, Zhang Feng naturally dropped all pretenses with Iron Face. Biting his teeth as he stabbed a half-dead Qin soldier before him, he shouted loudly toward the unseen Iron Face.

"You?" Li Jiang pointed at Cui Huimin in confusion, turning to look at his cousin, implying: Why is your girl helping another man?

Legend has it that the Skyfire Clan and the Heavenly Dao were born in the same era. The Heavenly Dao was born from the womb of heaven and earth, while the Skyfire Clan was born from the primordial fire beneath that same womb. The two are inextricably linked, and the Skyfire Clan is renowned as the foremost clan beneath the Heavenly Dao.

With a crisp sound, the cannon fodder let out a sudden scream. His right arm hung limp, and the glass cup slipped from his hand.

"Hehe, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Qin! I wonder what your schedule is like? Would you honor my humble home with your presence at a banquet tomorrow?" Liu Xuanmin asked tentatively.

Unlike the others in the "Leisure House" guild, Zhusha had known about this matter for a long time.

"Don't, don't use the Soul-Searching Art. My name is Peijia." Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Peijia said reluctantly.

Wei Canglan asked with concern, "How are you? Is there anything uncomfortable?" Nangong Tian didn't know what to say and just stood to the side, grinning foolishly.

An elder holding a black stone pondered, "Who are you to recommend him? Yin Baikang has many descendants, yet he actually planted his grandson in the Great Yang Kingdom as Chancellor; that is truly going too far. It's good that someone is going to stir up trouble." He found a gap on the board and placed his black stone.

It was rare to discuss poetry and paintings in the imperial court, as it would invite impeachment from the censors for indulgence in frivolity. But today, no censor jumped out to speak. Instead, they all looked intently at the unrolled scroll in the hall, their eyes gleaming as if they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, calculating where best to take a bite.

"Then let me treat you to a meal?" Wei Ruimei asked with a smile, delighted by Lu Shi's prompt agreement.

As the pain throughout his body slowly faded, Ye Yinzhu discovered that his spirit ocean, which had inexplicably expanded threefold last time, had now expanded by more than another fold. With his consciousness gathered within, the vast and boundless sensation made him struggle to contain himself. Most importantly, this massive spirit ocean was completely full.

The First Prince very much wanted to step forward and say something, but he didn't know what to say. If he commented on the quality of the painting, it would be purely perfunctory, as that was not the Emperor's true intent in asking. But to say anything else would be even more inappropriate.

As long as one is human and living within the Federation, to the lofty figures at the top, one is merely an object to be played with in the palm of their hand.

Lying in ambush outside the valley was a heavy armored unit, along with that special operations team under the command of Bu Yanjing. Dense rain of bullets and heavy infantry firepower from the hills were woven around the white mecha.

"That is exactly what I intended, Brother Yun!" Yun Yifei smiled slightly, stroked his beard, and nodded.

By the time Han Yang returned home looking everywhere for a washboard, Qin Rou was still leisurely drinking a bowl of egg drop soup.

The powerful flame energy instantly pierced through Dugu Jian's blade, striking his body directly. A wave of heat surged through him, and he stumbled backward, a trace of blood leaking from his mouth.

Their skillful coordination put a certain amount of pressure on Brahmin Yapeng. To advance was to be met with ruthless, continuous artillery fire, and with that constantly morphing "Candlelight Ghostly Glow" lurking nearby, he had never imagined that after Guan Yuzhen left top-tier mecha combat, he would be blocked by the joint efforts of two young pilots.

Just as Zhang Ming Hao's expression flickered, the Demon Star within his body spoke.

Su Yan looked up at him. He was a head taller than her, and the sunlight filtered through his hair, falling onto her face.

The end of life is but a death; the meaning of death lies only in rebirth or eternal sleep. Death is not the loss of life, but a stepping out of time.

Zhang Ming Hao's heart sank instantly, thinking to himself that it was a disaster; this guy would definitely get rid of him next.

The Teng Snake had now used the friction between its scales to free itself from the fate of being tied into a bow.

Dressage requires that no matter what happens, no matter how complex or varied the movements, both human and horse must remain calm, composed, and graceful, demonstrating the highest realm of equestrian art.

"Old Black and White, why don't you two come at me together?" Ye Liegu turned to look at the Impermanence of Black and White, revealing a sinister grin.

"Big Brother, I didn't," Zhu Qing said, recognizing Chen Yong and calling out respectfully to explain.

"Wind Blade!" Seeing so many wind elements in the surroundings, Li Yu used the Wind Blade technique without hesitation.

On both sides of the road, fields of rice ears swayed in the breeze, growing lush and golden like scattered gold. Peasants worked among them, their backs to the sky, harvesting with sickles.

"Does it matter if it bleeds or not? Qianmo is already dead, they're all dead..." Murong Di roared at her with bloodshot eyes; the bleeding was just to distract her for a moment.

Luo Che said helplessly, picking up Luo Yixue in a bridal carry and turning toward the bed.

The light lasted for several seconds before gradually dimming and returning to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

"I'm worried too, but we aren't familiar with these routes at all, and we can't calculate the timing. So instead of letting our imaginations run wild, it's better to do something else!" In truth, she felt the same anxiety as Zhu Qing. After all, it was their first time, and she only understood how to operate these things, not the practical reality.

Du Tie hurriedly swung his sword to block, but the long spear suddenly flicked toward his hand like a nimble snake. Unable to hold his ground, Du Tie's sword was knocked away by the spear.