Volume 1, Chapter 42: What Did You Say?!

Under these circumstances, Shen Zhiyi’s work of recording labor points became all the more precious. Ever since learning of her true status, however, Su Yinwan no longer dared to suggest swapping jobs with her.

"Are you telling the truth?" Cheng Lele asked uncertainly, terrified that Qin Feng might be playing a prank on her.

"Third Imperial Uncle, in your opinion, is the report of beastly growls emanating from the 'Man-Devouring Fog' true or false?" Liu Bang gazed out at the expanse of white mist, his brow furrowing slightly as he consulted the middle-aged man in tan-colored martial attire standing beside him.

When she boarded the carriage, she waved to me. Her hand moved quietly through the air, her eyes fixed on me. As the carriage pulled away and her figure gradually faded from view, a sense of loss settled deep within my heart.

"Do not worry, Elder Brother; my constitution is robust, and I have no fear of the Golden Core’s backlash." The Fire Qilin’s words brought a measure of relief to Long Ling, and the energy from the Golden Core began to release.

Xu Yuanxing watched in sheer amazement, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he could not fathom why such a transformation had occurred.

"Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, General!" Desperate to save their lives, the men scattered throughout the courtyard, searching every corner with meticulous care, leaving no clue overlooked. The roaring torches illuminated the entire magistrate’s office, and all the guards within were jolted awake, rushing out to assist.

"They are all of the Beast Race." Li Xian’s expression shifted slightly. As a monarch of the Elf Race, innately attuned to nature, her spiritual sense was exceptionally formidable; even from such a great distance, she had sensed their true identities in an instant.

In the prefectural city of Ninggang, Qingzhou, the entire Xu household was busy unloading the cargo from a fully laden caravan.

"Alas, Wudu has been saved, but now I know not whether she is dead or captured!" Chen Chen shook his head, feeling a profound sense of sorrow.

"Uh, Brother Bao, a cultivation technique for the Primordial Spirit?" Seeing the look of triumph on Gui Bao’s face, Ruan Yuelian suddenly halted her own recovery technique, asking with a hint of confusion.

Suppressing the reluctance in her heart, she took a detour out of Yuxiu Palace. It was time to return to the Leng Family Cemetery and pay respects to those unfamiliar family members—those kin who had departed forever not long after her birth.

The massive blade of light carved out by the Giant Spirit Sword seemed intent on severing everything in its path, yet it failed to penetrate even an inch before Liu Qian’s defense. As time wore on, Lei Xuehun began to grow agitated.

Suddenly, the Tier 6 Tiger Beast let out a deafening roar, its expression turning hideously savage. It immediately shifted its target, fixing its gaze upon Xinxin. With a "swish," it lunged in a fury, its two massive claws raking toward her.

After a brief exchange, Lei Guang could bear it no longer. A blinding white light erupted from his body, turning the surroundings as bright as day. He spun his body amidst the radiance, striking at Peng Hai. Seeing this, Peng Hai unleashed a green light from his own body, folded his wings, and began to spin in kind.

The Tatars were skilled in war and born for battle. Naturally, they understood the coordination of infantry and cavalry. Ma Wu’s Khitan cavalry had already appeared; could Wanyan Xiyin’s cavalry be far behind? Who was to say he wasn't watching the Tabai Army coldly from just a short distance away?

The Sizhou Army maintained strict discipline; all spoils were turned over to the public, and every soldier’s daily rations followed a set code. To misappropriate even a hair’s breadth of public property was a grave offense. The horse feed was public property, and if an investigation were launched, would he not be bringing ruin upon others?

"Hmph, someone like him couldn't hope to gain any advantage, even with a hundred men behind him," Mi Zhu said, a layer of frost settling over her face.

This sudden turn of events left almost no time for reaction, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yong was drenched in cold sweat.