Volume 1, Chapter 39: She Will Make Her Suffer a Wretched Death

Bai Yunfei was deeply moved to see Su Luoman, even at such a critical moment, still showing such concern for them and for the safety of Ziyun Feixiang.

Of course, this was an extraordinary performance. Although the marching speed slowed down in the following days, they still maintained a pace of about 180 li per day. Such speed was more than enough to crush the disorganized elite forces of the Xiongnu.

In the council chamber of the Department of Education, Su Luoman sat at the head of the table, a position that underscored her supreme authority and status within the department.

Drunken Fist may appear stumbling and swaying, but in reality, the body is drunk while the intent is not, and the intent is drunk while the heart is not. It is considered a superior martial art among ancient Chinese fighting styles; Hong Zhenshan and his men were in for a rough time.

"Once they return, have Oka come to see me immediately. Furthermore, the progress on the fortifications cannot be delayed for even a moment; we do not have much time left!" After leaving these instructions, Tiberius was the first to descend from the watchtower, with the other generals following closely behind.

There was a great deal of helplessness in the old man's tone. The circumstances were stronger than the man; even though he had reached the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, he still could not break free from the manipulations of fate.

In contrast, Qing Yuan and Su Zige appeared relaxed, sipping their fragrant tea, while the carefree Rong Yixia naturally ate the delicate refreshments without a second thought. Gao Mohan also looked leisurely; although he did not touch anything, his demeanor was much more natural than Yan Qing’s tense state.

"We absolutely cannot let them succeed!" Xiao Ming always felt that the Dark Dragon had a significant connection to the death of his parents twenty years ago.

"Uh... he just left like that?" Totori expressed surprise at the man's silence. "Are we supposed to take the stairs down after we solve the problem?" Totori looked down past the rusted, ornate railing. The staircase, spiraling up from the darkness below, made her shudder.

Jin Kui saw it clearly: these people were the very same tea drinkers who had been boasting and chatting in the teahouse earlier—it turned out that the person who had chartered this inn was someone sent by Zi Zhao.

Could it be that he truly had absolute certainty, or perhaps some other skill she was unaware of, that would allow him to control the entire situation?

The Goguryeo tribe relied on favorable terrain, making it impossible for the Fuyu tribe to break through in a short time. If a detachment of government troops were to suddenly strike from behind while they were attacking the Goguryeo tribe, they would find themselves trapped between two fronts and would likely have no place to be buried.

Meng Furong and Song Yazhu, those inseparable best friends, understood this truth at this very moment.

Originally, Zhang Jiaze was terrified of his father, but once he thought about how Hua Xingcan had overcome layer upon layer of obstacles to come from such a distance, what was there left to fear?

As she thought this, the Old Dragon Mother seemed to be wearing X-ray spectacles, seeing right through her, not to mention the exceptionally active thoughts in her mind. She was overjoyed, and to avoid revealing the pride hidden deep within, she covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes sparkling as she stared straight at Ji Yining, looking very satisfied.

Qiao Qiao also said nothing, following quietly behind him, step by step, maintaining a distance of three feet between them at all times.

He mocked himself inwardly, *Just keep up the act. What could someone under twenty possibly know about medical principles? That beggar who was being boiled in front of Haoyue Residence recovered miraculously, and the treatment of Dongfang Lan’s mother’s carbuncles was just good luck that she happened to step in at the final stage—I heard the palace physicians had been treating her all along.*

He had inadvertently encountered Lu Siqing prescribing medicine for a beggar covered in scabs, and a few careless words had sparked a massive "human boiling" incident. As soon as he finished treating the beggar, he was unceremoniously invited to the Ding Prince's Mansion by the Dongfang family.

However, because of her, he had broken his own rules and lied twice; she estimated that he must be quite conflicted internally.

Liu Shanliang remembered that in all the villages within ten miles, other than the wealthy Yang family, there were no other affluent households.

"I don't think so." Dou Lin kept his head lowered; no one could see the expression on his face, but his attitude was sufficiently respectful.

"I can confirm that we are not in an illusion, and our perceptions have not been deceived," Nai You added.

"Don't move!" A crisp voice rang out from the bushes. Immediately after, seven or eight tanks appeared from all directions about a hundred meters straight ahead, led by three military armored vehicles.

The giant stopped about thirty meters from Lu Tianyu. Compared to the towering trees, the giant actually looked like a normal person.

It would be normal for the kidnappers to say such things, but Sun Qian thought over the whole matter repeatedly, and a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind. This thought made him feel that what happened today was likely a grand conspiracy, and the ultimate goal of these events was the transaction scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

An iceberg rose from the ground, instantly encasing Jiang Nile inside. More than half of the entire spacecraft was also frozen within. This was a magic more profound than Feng Lingxue’s Ice Domain Heaven Extreme; both in terms of magical power consumption and the hardness of the ice, it was several times stronger.

Liu Fangshi felt smug inside, but on the surface, she maintained a miserable expression. As she was helped home by Liu Zhangshi, she kept grumbling about Liu Shanzhu's lack of filial piety.

The Yang family in Qianmu County was merely a branch of the Yang family back then; the people represented by Yang Yuanheng were the most orthodox descendants of the Ziyin Zhenren lineage.