Volume One, Chapter 58: Don’t Weep at My Grave—I Fear You’ll Sully My Path to Reincarnation

"Hmm, wait a moment." Chen Feng was deep in thought. Hearing Bai Ri Feisheng's question, he let out a subconscious, soft murmur.

Although he had acquired the Breeze Sword, Chen Feng had never expected to encounter such a situation. He had already stored it away in the players' exclusive inventory before setting out. Retrieving an item from the inventory required a certain amount of time, and there was simply no way it could be done in time now.

Therefore, Bucala attached great importance to this visit by the officials of the Great Ming, and following local customs, he arranged a grand welcoming ceremony.

This purple-black bracelet had an archaic design. At first glance, it appeared to be twisted together from ten fine threads of uneven thickness. Although each of these threads was merely as thin as a hair, once twisted together, the bracelet ended up as thick as a finger. Such a stark contrast was enough to make someone spit blood three liters in sheer disbelief.

"Romantic from the Dragon Ascending Guild is here. Things are about to get even more lively..." The surrounding players instantly became restless, and a blazing fire of gossip soared into the heavens above their heads.

"You are not late; it's simply that they arrived early. The strong are qualified to let the weak wait—this requires no reason! You are not in the wrong; they are the ones who are wrong." Just as Yu Mancun and Gu Huan wore expressions of eagerly waiting to watch a good show, Ren Haoran uttered words that left both of them in utter disbelief.

A two-star superior imperial artifact capable of unleashing its full might stood right before them, resembling an invincible king! Liu Junyu stood no chance against it whatsoever.

Those live-streaming hosts, amidst frantic and fanatical screams, strained their throats as they delivered their commentary.

However, musicians were not invincible. The Soundless Clan, who had fought against the musical stars for years, knew that as long as they launched a crazed attack regardless of sacrifice, once the musicians' musical energy shields were shattered, these musicians were merely fragile human beings.

Yet, the appearance of a single microblog post made the online world seem as though an unprecedented nuclear bomb had detonated, kicking up a massive mushroom cloud.

The fierce battle was underway. At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on Ring Number One. Even on the other nine rings, challengers had stopped coming forward; instead, everyone was closely observing Ring Number One.

Li Qianshun looked at Gao Chong before him and began to understand some of the reasons why the Third Princess was determined to marry him. However, to think a princess would fall in love with someone purely because of his good looks would be to underestimate the princess's intelligence. Such handsome men were not rare in Tangut either.

Channelling his spiritual awareness slightly, Li Tianchou noticed that the dwarfic artisans who were excavating seemed to have run into a problem. With a wave of his hand, he set up a simple trap formation; should any otherworldly species emerge from this fissure once more, it would provide timely defense while simultaneously sounding an alarm for Li Tianchou.

After paying respects to his grandfather and returning to the main hall, he then paid respects to his second uncle. Once the greetings to the elders were complete, Gao Chong and Princess Xingguo sat in the main hall to receive everyone's respects and distribute lucky money.

With the main army settled and evening fast approaching, scouts and sentries were posted. The commanding officers of the three battalions, from lieutenants upwards, gathered together in Zhou Bao's tent to discuss the gains and losses of today's battle. The newly surrendered company commanders were also granted a special exception to attend the meeting.

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Aguda (Jin Wushu) was overjoyed and immediately instructed them to lead the way. Accompanied by his remaining personal guards, he crossed the Jialing River overnight, galloping wildly like a mad wolf toward that road of uncertain authenticity.

As for Elder Jing's character, even peers among fellow disciples like Hu Yi detested him utterly, holding not a shred of favorable feeling toward him.

This Wang De was also a brave warrior who killed without blinking, known widely as Wang the Yaksha. Originally a general in the Western Army, after the Jingkang Incident, Zhao Gou assigned him and his subordinates to Liu Guangshi, making them the core strength of the Grand Marshal's army.

As for Lin Feng, although he had not guessed Nalan Mingzhu's conspiracy in pushing him toward the Nalan family, he... also knew that by choosing him among so many young masters, Nalan Mingzhu was, on one hand, valuing the Lin family's current influence, and more importantly, setting his sights on the towering mountain backing the Lin family.

Assisting the 7th Army in its operations was the 8th Army. Once the Malay Peninsula was occupied, the 8th Army would move north along the Malay Peninsula into Thailand.

The accompanying bodyguards turned weak at the knees upon seeing this spectacle, shaking like a sieve. Seeing this, Qian Yi's mood grew even more stifled.

Moreover, the mysterious young oriental man before him could sit on equal footing with the head of the Williams Consortium, which at the very least indicated that his own background was certainly no less impressive.

Just as everyone was wondering what to do, following the direction of Du Youlan's pointing gesture downward, a blood-red color had soaked entirely through the clothing, revealing itself from within.

Only then did Zhang Heng raise his head to look at Clayton. He saw that Clayton was dressed in a somewhat wrinkled suit, with a sallow complexion; clearly, pain and poverty had worn away much of this business elite's composure. However, his eyes were exceptionally bright, carrying the self-assured demeanor exclusive to successful people.

"You..." However, upon seeing Zhang Heng, the look of joy originally on Li Yiru's face suddenly stiffened, and she actually fell into a daze.

Yet the moment she made her move, her heart immediately relaxed. She discovered that a mysterious force had already shrouded the room; even Feng Changtian's wind-type power, along with the thunder of the Great Dao's rules, could not escape the confines of this enveloping force.

Recently, Ling Xian'er had endured a pressure second only to that of Ling Rui. Yet, merely swaying slightly, she managed to withstand it. Clenching her pretty white teeth and wearing a stubborn expression on her lovely face, she still remembered to check on Ling Rui. Upon seeing that he was struggling somewhat but uninjured, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Indeed, everyone—even Liu Hao possessed only the strength of a Great Grandmaster Perfection realm at this moment. As for Xun Lan, Zhao Qingcheng, and the others, benefiting from the previous world, they too had only just reached the Great Grandmaster Perfection realm at this time.

Therefore, even though Chu Chengxian entered the palace with his bride, the officials of Chang'an City still swarmed in a mob toward the Third Prince's mansion.

Only by doing so could he experience this sensation, because what he currently lacked most urgently was super evolutionary material.

"People possess not only compassion but also a sense of guilt. Those who previously cursed me and believed I was a bad person now feel a deep sense of guilt; choosing to support me is the best way to apologize," Lin Shihao said with a smile.

At that time, her victory had been too decisive, leaving Marquis Zheng'an and Song Yisheng in precarious positions. The Emperor wished to use this to suppress her arrogance.

This scorching object was none other than the Strange Black Stone purchased previously at the auction on Zhongcheng Island.

"Why not advance?" Xiong Jing asked in confusion. He remembered that once the Qin army was drawn into the pocket formation, the next step should be a lateral strike. Xiang Yan had even given him a figure of three paces—meaning as soon as the left and right armies struck laterally by three paces, the Qin army was bound to collapse.