Chapter 105: The Heart's Intent Pill (Two-in-One)

Su Zhiqiu’s hands froze in midair, less than two inches from Pei Xiunian, yet she felt as if time itself had halted, unable to move forward even an inch.

The princess of Qingqiu realized with clarity at that moment: the reason Pei Xiunian hadn’t bound her or revealed his identity outright was simply because he didn’t need to.

The Heart Intention Pill alone assured Pei Xiunian’s complete peace of mind.

Judging by his demeanor, it seemed that even killing him would be futile.

His tone was excessively flattering, instantly shattering the once imposing image he held in Xue Hao’s heart. This man’s shamelessness rivaled that of Shi Poyun.

There was still no response from the north gate. Yet even if there were intentions, those like Lu Jiu and Bieli, guarding their posts, had already exhausted themselves, leaving no room for distraction.

“Did some English pass through here just now? Did they witness all this?” Ampuduleni asked thoughtfully once more.

Among the Zhao family, of the ten pavilions, only three remained; seven elders survived. Except for the grand elder Zhao Feng who had died, subsequent battles claimed the second elder Zhao Mo and fourth elder Zhao Lei, but the others still lived.

The two exchanged a quiet gaze for over ten seconds until a cat leapt down from the upper floor. It glanced at them before rubbing softly against his feet, clearly at ease.

Lin hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly. Especially regarding preparations—the situation was far better than imagined, particularly with Guose Tianxiang and Xueyu, who required almost no concern from him.

“That long-nosed fellow’s words are completely unnecessary!” Usopp shouted irritably, slingshot in hand.

Lin was equally annoyed and chose not to respond. With a slight tilt, he sighed, then obediently sent a message to Han Bing before teleporting via the nearest array.

Then Li Junhao straightened his posture, grasped the flagpole with both hands, and shouted loudly, “Dulabo, advance and receive the flag.” After speaking, Li Junhao extended his hands holding the military banner firmly and forcefully.

In truth, if his strength improved slightly, he could use the Wuji Xuanlei Tower to leap through space. Unfortunately, the gap was too great to bridge quickly; it was better to focus on the Mars project.

Ichimaru Gin’s voice was calm and resolute. Kamio Misuzu’s fair face blossomed with a smile, trusting his words completely. She nodded, bid the two a good night, and obediently returned to her room.

Such a disdainful gaze could enrage anyone. If it were the usual Leiguang Yi, he would have been furious and stormed about. But now, the owner of that gaze was a great demon with a millennium of cultivation—the illustrious Fourth General of the Serpent Army, entitled to look down upon thunder itself.

It had once tried to transmit a contract but, for unknown reasons, it could no longer sense its master’s soul connection. It had nearly despaired then; only two possibilities could explain this: either its master had died, or his soul had suffered grievous harm, rendering even contract transmission impossible.

Now Li Zimu was officially an official. When he went out, he represented the dignity of the Han King, and naturally, the clothes he wore distinguished him from commoners.

Although the Gamma Empire had conquered many nations, it never committed wanton slaughter nor committed heinous acts. After incorporation into the Gamma Empire, there was no differential treatment; equality was the rule.

“Very well, it is impolite to receive without returning. Junior Brother Zhong, please accept my move—Eight Directions Thunderclap.” Lu Tianlong finally launched his attack. His hands shifted through mystical signs, and a shaft of purple light shot into the sky.

At that moment, the iron door to the basement creaked open, and a colonel aged around forty stepped inside.

No one could make it vanish; it was impossible for it to disappear from this world. Therefore, some astute politicians later began seeking other ways to counter this dark force.

After all, Liu Bang and Liu Bei were much the same—both fortunate. Amid the chaos at the end of the Qin era, through struggles and chance, each rose to become emperor.