Volume One, Chapter 46: A Display of Bravado

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Upon hearing Song Ying say Wei Guoxiong was not at the hospital, Wei Guohong quickly asked, “Mom, is the caregiver with you someone Guoxiong hired?”

Usually, Wei Guohong rarely involved herself in household affairs, but since it concerned her own mother, she felt compelled to inquire.

“A caregiver? Guoxiong has become so calculating even with an old woman like me!” Song Ying grumbled, her voice full of dissatisfaction as she recounted to Wei Guohong how Wei Guoxiong had arranged for Wei Ying’er to take care of her.

She even scolded the young girl again during the retelling: “That child is only in her twenties—how could she know how to serve others? At home, she was always the one being served. Guoxiong was the same…”

Meanwhile, Yang Tianwen patiently tested his cultivation through his puppets repeatedly. His power gradually rose from a low-tier Celestial deity to the peak of Celestial deity level, which marked the limit of Yang Tianwen’s ability to summon puppets.

A sharp pain struck his chest. Wuxia turned around and leaned on the table, staring blankly at the scattered fragments before him, lost in thought.

In every major city of Xiongcheng, drainage systems were installed. Unless the entry and exit points were designed flawlessly like those in Linzi, iron fences alone offered little defense. Although Xianyang was the capital of the Great Qin Empire, its drainage outlets only had several layers of iron bars.

“I’m not afraid of hardship! I’m willing to endure it!” Mi Zhen replied candidly, but her tear-streaked, delicate face flushed with embarrassment, and she shyly lowered her gaze.

“General, the enemy’s provocation has gone too far! Kill them! Kill them!” Countless soldiers from Danyang brandished their weapons and roared angrily, terrifying the poor Wang Xiuzhu and his group, who turned pale and trembled like fallen leaves in the wind.

“Lord, since the enemy is already in disarray, we ask for permission to attack the city immediately!” Several Cao army generals stepped forward, clasping their fists in request to storm the city.

Zhao Rang often patrolled the western camp of Fengxiang Prefecture and found that the quality of Song army soldiers stationed there was quite good. Although Fengxiang wasn’t a border area, it belonged to the Qinfeng route, a region prone to frequent warfare.

“What do you think we should do once the divine altar is found? How can we break the seals on it? And what tricks will those old monsters use?” Yang Tianwen asked after a moment of quiet contemplation.

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense and peculiar. Everyone present understood the true reason behind this turn of events, so all fell silent, the room enveloped in uneasy stillness.

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“The promised grain supplies—I have already delivered every last grain, not a single one missing. Mr. Wang, do you have any further questions?” Tao Ying asked in return.

“Uh…” Qian Ye’s words were strange, clearly meant for Li Tian to hear, causing Qin Fan’s expression to falter.

With the cultivation of the Old Ancestor of the Heavenly Dao, every movement and thought had already begun to resonate with the cosmos, granting vague foresight of future events. Qin Fan’s fate was ultimately sealed, yet the Heavenly Dao Palace still issued a death order.

Tonight, they kept a low profile; hardly any foreign liquor was consumed, only a symbolic bottle of Martell Noblige was purchased since the minimum spending in such reserved booths was three thousand yuan, usually accompanied by a bottle of foreign liquor.

A dragon’s roar suddenly echoed unexpectedly beside Li Xiaoyao. The broken great dragon blade instantly transformed into a black colossal dragon, charging fiercely toward Song Qi.

Everything returned to normal, save for the spiritual artifacts in the room, heavily depleted of spiritual energy, scattering wildly in the air.

Chen Haojie’s men were itching with anger over the enemy’s despicable methods, but now life and death were at stake—there was no room for hesitation. One word: run.

Putting aside everything else, the fact that this opponent could resurrect ancient beings beyond reason was terrifying enough.

But on the other hand, it was somewhat reassuring—if the main force of the Wokou pirates were here, it would not have been so easily taken. Judging by appearances, this Chenghe Island was likely the vanguard or rear guard of the Wokou.

“Hey, why are you here?” Li Xiaoyao inwardly cursed himself, wishing he had changed his appearance beforehand to avoid this awkward situation.

At this moment, Zhuo Qingchan was truly embarrassed. Having been in this desolate place for days without washing her feet, now Ye Zhusheng held her feet, and her only thought was whether they smelled.

From afar, seeing Xuexing and Brother Yong approaching at the edge of the forest, Bai Jieba and Brother Zhao both smiled.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. As for those rumors in the company, figure out how to clear them yourself,” Qian Qiyue said, turning to leave, only to be suddenly tackled by Yang Jiahua in a bear hug.

“Whoa, do you have to be so ruthless? Do you have any other ideas?” Ye Shaoxuan asked.

In such a cold and uncertain world, how fortunate it would be to have someone willing to walk alongside you.

But these thoughts were far from his mind now; he had only one idea.

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“Not good!” Li Jing’er exclaimed, waving her scepter once more as a beam of azure light shot toward the black prison cage.

Qian Hao glanced at Sun Bin, then at the bandage wrapped around his own abdomen, saying nothing as he lay back down.

Why this was so, Yang Chen did not understand, so he kept drinking the tea. As time passed and Xiaochen finished two cups, he seemed to have grasped the meaning.

Gu Feifei also knew her brother liked Liang Yan. She had tested Liang Yan’s response and found that she hated her brother to an extreme degree—an intense hatred beyond measure.

Ye Zhen cast a sidelong glance at Princess Luxiang but paid no heed to her provocations. To her, the princess was nothing more than a spoiled, capricious noble. She remembered Luxiang’s tragic fate—sent by Jun Chengxuan to marry into the Northern Border and dying prematurely in the brutal cold. She had no reason to waste anger on her.

Now, his power was only at the half-step Saint Lord level. Such cultivation might be high in the Immortal Domain, but among the divine realm’s elite, it counted for nothing.

“What’s so comfortable about sitting? Are the genuine leather seats in the car less comfortable than your wooden bench here?” Song Yiyi said with slight displeasure, her mind beginning to wander. Could it be that the other party was trying to show off in front of Lu Cheng, wielding the power to summon and dismiss at will, as a means to belittle her?

The demon eye could see at night but could not penetrate objects; it could not reveal any hidden doors within the mountain across the river.

One could imagine how ridiculous it must have looked when she threw the golden strike onto the ground right in front of him.

Fan Jinhong stopped on the deck, sighed deeply, but continued the pursuit. Yet, when he leapt down and stepped onto the soft sand, Xiao Fuling had already vanished.

The giant took out a worn, tattered notebook, flipped through it until he found his mark.

Reaching for the teapot, he tilted it slightly. Sun Wukong’s teacup was filled once again, the aroma of the tea instantly enveloping him.

Gu Feng was truly formidable. Elder Wang was at least a spiritual cultivator; it was bad enough that Gu Feng was unbeatable one-on-one, but now, even wielding a mysterious artifact, no one could match him.