Volume 1, Chapter 44: Let's See How Long You Can Hold Out

Zhu Yao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Yuluo beside her, seeing her nod slowly. The reason was that this Blue Soaring Sect was actually the pit she had dug herself, and the person who came was Xusong! But when did he become the sect leader? Why did she, the expired sect leader, know nothing about it?

The game sides were switched. In the previous match, Ye Siyu's team was assigned to the blue team, so in this round they were assigned to the purple team.

However, after returning to Xiao Village, Xiao Mo found that Wu Zhi actually looked quite happy. He wondered why Wu Zhi was so joyful—could it be that Le Yi's recruitment had succeeded? Xiao Mo could not help but guess.

"Lord Hitachi! Fujiwara Tomosada has already left Noto! As long as we put in our best effort to drive the Uesugi army out of Noto, they will not be able to launch another invasion against Noto! Besides, the province of Echigo is locked in heavy snow; relying solely on Etchu province alone, they cannot sustain a military force of nearly twenty thousand!" Chō Tsugunao was unwilling to give up, eager to achieve total victory in a single battle.

The old folks were simple-hearted and afraid of trouble, so Cui Bin immediately spent money to ask them to keep the matter confidential, allowing his group to stay here for a while.

In the early morning of September 15th, amidst a drizzle, the Uesugi army set out from Hōjō Castle. Just as the massive army marched to the foot of Kasugayama Castle, an emissary galloped swiftly to Tomosada's side.

As for anyone authorized by the Immortal Mansion, no matter where they currently were in the cultivation world, they could return directly to it through the mansion, and could also appear through the mansion at any location previously visited by any authorized person.

Meanwhile, Qinyu directly retrieved the cultivation techniques needed by the two siblings from the counter, and even handed them spells of the wood and fire elements, along with several bottles of pills required for the late Light-Opening and Qi-Condensation stages, placing them in the elder sister's hand.

This finally gave those fellows something to do, and a weight was lifted from Xiao Mo's heart. If they managed to catch a bear, that would naturally be great; but if their skills fell short and they fed the bears instead, they could only blame their own lack of ability and hold no grudge against Xiao Mo.

Going against such an expert meant that once the other party grew angry, it was truly no child's play. Moreover, the Wu family itself was a formidable, large clan.

After pondering for a whole month to figure out a viable plan, he immediately set about contacting fierce generals, though he had no idea where he had drifted off to.

Asuyi Xianshen thought it over and over, and finally figured it out. He remembered someone once saying that during the ascension to Heavenly Immortality, an immortal completely merges with heaven and earth, becoming utterly invulnerable to attacks. It was just that he had never encountered anyone ascending to Heavenly Immortality right in the middle of a battle before, and had forgotten this point since he had never seen such an opponent.

Fortunately, his hide was thick and tough, preventing penetration, but the spilling blood immediately attracted countless scavengers. The sea beast struggled desperately, frantic to flee, shaking off the star hairpin by sheer momentum, its body covered in densely packed micro-scavenging organisms, leaving it unable to live and unable to die.

Tuoba Jie entered through the roof, and once inside, he used his treasured sword to snap the iron chains binding Tuoba雪 (Tuoba Xue). He hoisted his younger sister onto his back and charged outward. By the time Situ Yun arrived, it was precisely when Tuoba Jie and He Liang were surrounded by soldiers.

He had always felt that using a sleeping draught on his younger sister Murong Lan out of deep trust in Captain Yun Shichu was a deeply immoral act on his part, and for this, he had stripped Yun Shichu of his captaincy.

Yang Wo stood quietly before Yang Xingmi's spirit tablet, recalling every little detail of this recent period.

The few of us packed up our things, leaving Liu Yunzhi and Song Wei behind in the dormitory. Though both of them were quite helpless, there was nothing they could do.

"Ye Haochuan? That Ye Haochuan who created a ruckus in the Dark Holy See and left unscathed?" Weidan asked in a daze.

Perhaps unable to bear the arrogant expressions the two of them still wore even now, the soldiers immediately grabbed filthy, tattered rags and stuffed them into their mouths.

Imperial physicians crowded the entire doorway. In the drifting snow of winter, cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of several physicians as they murmured in heated discussion.

I never expected to be humiliated for no reason, especially in front of Lin Rongshen. He seemed entirely unresponsive to Jian Liwei's words, as if the person belittled by Jian Liwei was merely a complete stranger to him.

Chen Yin knitted her brows and glanced at her. Was it for the sake of the movie, or for herself? Xu Lan knew the answer in her heart.

All of this made the four big boys feel that Sun Yifuan was an impeccable, flawless big brother.

On the way back, sitting in the back of the taxi, I stared continuously out the window at the scenery, weeping. I didn't even know why I was crying; I just kept recalling that child from the past. Before, I hadn't felt much about it, but upon seeing Song Li's child, my heart felt as though a needle had been driven into it, aching unbearably.

Xiaoluo pried open the mouth of another Wolf Den mercenary, forcing him to reveal the hiding place of the packhorses and sleds. Once again boarding the sleds and driving the horses, they rushed back to the Mo Family Stronghold by a little past eight in the morning.

He gazed deeply at me for a moment, a look that made my whole body feel uncomfortable, causing me to subconsciously stroke my stomach.

Hanyue felt that he was being overly nervous and wanted to comfort him, but whenever she woke up unintentionally in the middle of the night and saw him silently gazing in the dark at her and the child with that expression, all her words melted away.

Waking up the next morning, Lin Rongshen indeed called. At that time I was brushing my teeth; upon seeing his call, my first reaction was that it was a hallucination, my second reaction was disbelief that he would call me, and my third reaction was to pick up the phone.

He called himself an art connoisseur, deeply enamored with masterworks from the 16th to 17th centuries, with his primary theft targets being famous artworks from this period.

Another fruitless discussion. After the meeting adjourned, Zhang Zheng looked up at the setting sun on the horizon, sighed, pulled a rolled cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a fierce, deep drag.

"Godmother, I'm sorry. The company had some issues yesterday, and I had to go handle them." Qin Fangbai apologized very sincerely.

The national conditions consultant listened to all the dignitaries chattering away about who was who and who was who, utterly unable to record anything or fill out the forms.

One had to admit, Qin Fangbai's appearance was truly flawless. Compared to Zheng Yang, though their styles differed, they were equally outstanding. Just as she was thinking of walking away quietly, Qin Fangbai hung up his phone, turned slightly, and caught sight of her.

"Damn this lagging internet speed! I uploaded it at 11:57, and it only went through right at midnight. If this isn't screwing me over, what is?" Ling Miao glared at the router. The router flashed with a dim green light—a glow that ought to have been soft, yet pricked painfully at Ling Miao's eyes.

As everyone knew, Caravaggio was a swordsman-painter whose life was brief, and his artistic career even briefer. Most of his time was spent wandering and in exile, leaving behind only a handful of created and surviving works.