Chapter 122: Ambition

Ji Cang knocked on the study door. "Chief, the Commander wants to see you!"

Mu Chengyao looked up from his documents. "Do you know what it’s about?"

Ji Cang lowered his voice. "It likely concerns Yuzhou. Word is that Song Hongzhen has run into trouble."

Mu Chengyao rubbed his brow, stood up, and donned his military coat with fluid efficiency before striding out.

The Third Division had been on high alert lately. Mu Chengyao was not only intensifying training and simulating march routes with his subordinates but also coordinating constantly with logistics to ensure supply lines remained unbroken, ready to march at a moment’s notice. The sudden surge in workload left him stretched thin, and even a man as formidable as Mu Chengyao felt the weight of exhaustion. Yet, at the Commander’s summons, his mind sharpened, and his heart braced itself.

Shen Baixue grabbed Lu Siyan by the collar. As he stared at her in astonishment, she acted with lightning speed, rising on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

Upon receiving the message, Li Shanghan immediately spun the steering wheel, made a U-turn onto the highway, and sped away.

The brothers in town kept telling him that his sister was beautiful. He thought they meant his own sister, Cheng Yueyue, but it turned out they were talking about Li Jing.

Looking at the weathered photograph on the information page, Qiu Lan could not help but let out a sigh.

Sun remained silent for a long moment before replying, "If I help your brother hold the city, what reward will I get?" He appended a mischievous emoji to the message.

"Don't just pay lip service to me, rambling on about one thing after another. Who are they? Tell me one by one right now. I can guarantee you that if it’s true, I will blacklist them immediately!" Shang Fuhai’s voice carried a chilling, murderous edge.

Jiang Fan replied, then looked down. The seemingly endless earthen dragons from just a moment ago had vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed at all.

Jin Lingling muttered to herself. She had assumed that, given Ling Xi’s personality, he would never accept charity, yet he had turned into a lamb in an instant. The words were already out, however, and could not be taken back.

Upon recognizing the person in the photo, Fu Xiaoqing’s face turned the vivid, angry red of a Sichuan opera mask. Her features twisted with rage, and her eyes burned with resentment.

"Since you are both so skilled, why don't you let me hear one of your original songs in its entirety?" Ling Xi said.

She hadn't even retrieved her first primordial spirit, and now a second had appeared. Which one should she prioritize?

The two settled into a hotel in Longcheng, though Luo Chen seemed to sense that someone was watching them nearby.

A lone black bird flew overhead. From the silent, heavy mountains ahead came the cry of a blood crow—desolate, bleak, barren, hellish. Then, the mountains erupted into a chaotic clamor; the blood crows had emerged.

Yun Bingyan trailed her incredibly ornate attire as she walked onto the stage. It was a stark contrast to Gao Yi’s understated elegance, but with her stunning beauty and physique, combined with exquisite, heavy makeup, Yun Bingyan appeared not merely alluring, but breathtaking and soul-captivating.

It was unclear what mission Gu Rouling had brought with her to Haicheng this time. Luo Chen’s past reluctance to engage her in battle did not mean they were truly at peace.

Given the immense influence of those who posted these Weibo messages, the hired trolls couldn't attack them directly or irrationally, as that would only arouse the suspicion of netizens.

"Take care of yourself. Don't put yourself in harm's way unless it's the absolute last resort," Yue Lingxiang said before hurrying away.

Under the veil of night, the coastline of Donghai City shone like a river of stars, enchanting and magnificent.

The soldiers busied themselves upon receiving the order. At first, they used entrenching tools to pry at the seams, but the gate didn't budge. They tried pushing, but there was still no reaction. Finally, with no other choice, they returned to the temporary camp and retrieved a bundle of explosives to attach to the gate.

"Fine, I’ll say it again! In my eyes, your Su family is nothing but trash, total garbage! Don't treat a chicken feather as a token of authority. Destroying you would be as easy as taking a sip of water." Yang Jie initiated his taunt mode.