Volume 1, Chapter 39: Li Jize Swindles Seventy Million from the Great Qi

Without a word, he pulled me far away from that wooden door. I was still wondering who he meant by "it" when I suddenly stepped on something.

"Very well... but he must guarantee to withdraw his troops and never again harass the Yunyan Empire," Shangguan Honglie nodded. In the beginning, if not for A-Xiang's repeated protection, Fei'er might not be here today.

She did not believe it. She was convinced that everything Du Yuejuan had just said was a lie, fabricated intentionally to drive a wedge between her and Wen Yu.

In times of food scarcity, it was impossible for everyone to live in peace unless those who could not find food were willing to starve. Thus, Feng Shan, Long Xu-mian, Mei Qi-lu, and Ping Di-guo, who had all come from Sanqi City, hit it off immediately, and the "Four Thieves of Sanqi" were born in the Qianlong Realm.

"Yes..." Wushuang smiled helplessly. She naturally understood what Feng Yufei was angry about. In truth, even she did not understand why Shangguan Honglie had fired that arrow at Feng Yufei. Was he simply too confident in his own archery?

Grandfather stood there, stunned. He opened his mouth to say something but did not know what to say. A mix of emotions surged within him, leaving him with a bitter ache as he realized this familiar old man was truly about to leave.

With a deafening "boom," the two carriages collided, directly overturning Lin Dashan's carriage.

She really hadn't meant to; Yin Simo's words were too sudden and too unbelievable. Tang Jiaojiao felt it was far more likely that she had misheard.

However, ever since she learned that Tang Zisheng was not the ingrate from the original story, her attitude had changed.

The Yin family had prospered early on, and now, several generations later, the old family estate had been continuously expanded by each successive head of the household. By now, it was no longer just a "residence," but more like an independent scenic spot, featuring ancient-style pavilions and galleries alongside minimalist, stylish modern designs.

"Uncle, just you wait," Zeng Taoyan said. "Once I surpass you, I'll have you under my feet!" Liang Xueyao's spirits began to lift as well.

Wei Chennian's eyes darted around sharply. He lowered his voice to a whisper, his lips barely moving as he spoke to Xiao Jin beside him.

He told the other party quite clearly that it was just like the relationship between the Israelites and the Arab world, which could never be harmonious.

"Then why aren't you pouncing on me? Do you find me repulsive?" Zhang Ziyi reached out and turned Bai Shiting's head, forcing him to look directly at her.

And so, he let his hands wander, using the pretext of "clearing the meridians." Whether he was taking the opportunity to thoroughly explore Ya Ya in the process, no one knew.

***

However, seeing how hard she had been working lately, Yu Zhengyao did not want to say more; it was enough that she understood these things in her heart.

At this, Bai Luo suddenly looked up. His eyes were suffused with a blood-red hue, and deep within his pupils, a pitch-black vortex swirled slowly like an abyss.

The control tower issued constant commands, urging the Red Flag Group's An-225 to take off.

At this, a strange flush spread across her fair, rosy cheeks, making her look even more delectable, especially coupled with that previous remark, which was clearly hesitant and coy.

"Wait for me a moment..." Bei Mang said. A flash of light crossed Luo Chen's eyes upon hearing this, but it dimmed again just as quickly.

Hot water had been brought into the bathing room. Zhao Ming had thoughtfully added gardenia petals to the large tub. The steam rose in wisps, and along with the faint fragrance of the gardenia, it masked the scent of blood on Zhao Lu.

"Old man, what are you doing!" Lin Yuqing walked out, just in time to see Ling Zhenkun's hand raised high in the air.

Having been tempered by such harrowing trials of blood and fire, Lu Xuehua had gradually matured. The carnage and death had made him steady, even cold-blooded.

But Zhao Xuan was a prince after all, and this was the Third Prince's mansion. They dared not force their way in to visit Jiu Huang, especially since she was still in Zhao Xuan's custody.

"This is the price of resisting the Imperial Army!" Since the mask of "friendship" had been torn away, they simply revealed the ruthless nature of conquerors.

As the pressure of all living things radiated outward, Zeng Weisuo and the others broke out in a cold sweat, their scalps tingling with sheer terror.

Li Xiao was truly having his eyes opened. Although he had long heard legends of the Yu family's illusions, he had never seen them with his own eyes. Had their two families not been facing a life-or-death crisis, Yu Fei likely would never have allowed an outsider to touch the illusionary realm.

After making these arrangements, Fang Tianjue arrived at the front lines. The soldiers on the front gripped their rifles tightly, watching the perimeter vigilantly, on guard against the enemy.

Xue Yun, not wishing to see this old man he had grown so fond of suffer, changed the subject and voiced his own lingering doubts.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of puppets appeared across the manor, identical to ordinary people. They stood in silent stillness, like ghosts in the twilight, saying not a word.

***

His sword-wielding hand trembled slightly. Cyan sword energy coiled around the cracks in his grip, pouring into them frantically. At that moment, Feng Mo gave the order to attack to the soldiers behind him.

Li Ang had a faint suspicion. Although this place was bizarre, it did not give him the same sense of danger as Silent Hill, so he chose to go out and explore rather than wait in the house until dawn.

The next morning, as soon as Qin Zhao entered the imperial court, he heard the ministers whispering and discussing among themselves.

Amidst the messy whip marks that felt like both wind and hatred, neither he nor the other closed their eyes; they looked at each other—twenty years of shared history.

It infuriated Ling Feng, who roared and launched an attack, unleashing his ultimate techniques. His two younger brothers did the same.

Those fallen soldiers had not died for the sake of annexing the Atroman Empire or ruling the entire galaxy.

Zhang Daoji also stood up and bowed to Yuan Yufei: "What Brother Wu said is exactly what I wanted to say. Everyone, think about it. It’s not as if we are leaving Qilin Mountain immediately. Those who want to stay can stay, and those who want to leave can enter the space artifact when the time comes."

Although Father Lu was no longer young, his prestige remained. Now that he had brought Lu Anglong down with him, the implication was self-evident.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban rebels had already surrendered to the imperial forces, the five hundred local militia stopped their charge and came to pay their respects to Liu Tianhao.

Yitong the fox saw me to the door with great reluctance, showering me with advice. As the sky began to brighten, I did not linger; following the fox's directions, I bought a horse and headed toward Hanzhao City.

Because the Drunken Immortal Pavilion had been booked out for the day to celebrate Prime Minister Shangguan's fortieth birthday, many young nobles were in attendance.