Volume One, Chapter 32: The National Crisis Fundraising Assembly! The Ministers Were Taken Aback!

At that moment, Zhu Youjian suddenly shouted, “Have you caused enough trouble?!”

His voice exploded like thunder, startling everyone instantly.

The ministers immediately ceased their actions, all dropping to their knees, faces filled with terror.

“Your Majesty, please calm your anger!”

“I am wronged, Your Majesty!”

“Your Majesty, please defend me! My loyalty is beyond doubt!”

“Your Majesty, if I have any ties with the eunuch faction, may I suffer a miserable death!”

They all shouted, desperately trying to prove their innocence.

Zhu Youjian looked coldly at them.

“Compared to Wei Zhongxian’s eunuch faction, you who form cliques for personal gain are far more detestable. You, as…”

“Gentlemen, the rebel Dong manipulates power and deceives the Emperor. Now, having ennobled Yuan Shao as a marquis, he will surely foster Yuan Shao’s ambition. The previous campaign was stalled because of Zhuge Jin of Qingzhou, but Yuan Shao will not give up. Do any of you have a sound strategy to repel Yuan Shao?” Liu Bei’s voice was as calm as ever as he spoke slowly.

The underground dwarf sneered, thinking, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone as crazy as you.”

“Ha!” The Master of Wuyang suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted fiercely, exhaling a burst of crimson yang energy that transformed into a vast net, trapping the Purple Star.

Ten years had passed, yet the Divine Mountain remained unchanged, just as before—even the ancient, withered trees still stood tall without any alteration.

A black greatsword, a white longbow, and a dark red necklace. Naturally, the four or five gold coins on the ground were not left behind.

These war chariots were drawn by a single horse, clad entirely in armor. The chariots looked like coffins, with the driver seemingly enclosed inside. Surrounded by blades and spears, they chilled anyone who saw them. Just imagining encountering such a thing was terrifying—one would surely be killed or seriously wounded.

“The flesh-and-blood son of Zong Lu of the ‘Five Thunder Gates’ was destroyed by our predecessors. Now, he must be operating through puppetry!” Wang Xin breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the Thunder Controller could no longer hold back and was about to act.

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“What does the Immortal Lord mean?” Wang Xin was puzzled. Wasn’t the greatest crisis facing humanity the war against the Lingyue clan?

Li Xinpeng turned around and saw the Xia army behind him, all looking like frostbitten eggplants—dull and listless.

“So comfortable!” Wang Xin closed his eyes in bliss. The wound felt cool, an indescribable relief that made him exclaim aloud.

Somewhere in a cave, a spirit had cultivated into consciousness. Even as a ghostly messenger, she found it incredible.

Liu Qian noticed Huang Lei’s hand bleeding and quickly tore a large strip from her skirt. She disinfected the wound with alcohol and wrapped it with the cloth.

Zhang Zhongmou looked at Lin Feng’s faint smile. In the past, when he was with Lin Feng, he had to intentionally ignore Lin Feng’s age, but now it felt natural.

Hua Fenqiang pointed at Li Dongwei, saying, “Xiuyun, don’t be with Li Dongwei. I know him too well—his selfishness runs deep.” He spoke cautiously, not wanting to sound too harsh.

The stronger the body, the longer one could endure. Han Sen was already familiar with such limitations.

“That bastard,” Hua Yueqing spat, irritated by her cousin’s fan-like expression.

If war broke out, the U.S. could immediately deploy F16 fighters and Cobra armed helicopters for active assault.

They say that higher rank crushes all beneath it. This matter left Master Li feeling unfair, but even he could not bend the elbow against the thigh.

Of course, now she could not escape even if she wished. Upon returning, she found a floating pearl above the oil pot—reportedly the latest product from the Netherworld, designed to suppress evil spirits and prevent their escape.

He spoke, then licked Yasuo’s face with his crimson tongue, leaving wet saliva, like a predator savoring long-desired prey, unsettling everyone present.

After finishing, the man looked toward Reincarnation City, where several high-level cultivators were charging this way.

Xiao Jin, how could you do this? Unable to win your brother’s love, so you place your affections elsewhere?

Tian Diewu turned back toward Bei Jianing, holding Lu Yi’s head tightly. He struggled so much that his hair was disheveled, and blood splattered his face, making him look like a madman.

Huang Qingwan had only recently awakened his Life Star, still a low-rank Star Spirit Master, while Ji Yuer was already a mid-rank Sun Spirit Master. Between them lay an unbridgeable chasm.

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Zi Chu leaned in and saw that it was indeed so. The two “fortune” characters were carved exquisitely—such craftsmanship could only come from painstaking care.

Wang Yunlong got up and followed Murong Baixue into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her cook.

“Really?” Xiao Jin was uncertain. Whenever it involved Wei Ziyao, she hesitated and felt uneasy.

The tent emitted mournful cries and the acrid smell of burning flesh, making Yasa lose his appetite. He wanted to throw away the rabbit leg but seemed to remember something. He pushed aside the tent flap and walked briskly toward the man with the purple beard.

Had no one noticed? His smile appeared gentle and intimate, but in truth, it was a distant, polite civility.

But it was futile—he still couldn’t strike the shadow puppet, nor could it harm Hulk.

Perhaps now he could only bolster his courage this way. The once graceful demeanor was nowhere to be found.

Clearly, Fu Yunfei was furious, intent on targeting Chen Ning, yet watched helplessly as Chen Ning repeatedly achieved success. How could he bear it?

After all, what Muse desired, Grady could not give; and what he sought, Muse likely would not offer.

Yet he held his head high, squinting, waiting a long time but no one came forward to praise his divine skill.

While the Seven-Colored Flame Wind taught the secrets of formations, it repeatedly warned of this flaw—never use this formation recklessly unless absolutely necessary.

In an instant, Gong Jiuquan and Ji Pingnan, along with a group of officers and countless rebel soldiers around the hall, were about to surge forward together.

Therefore, Li Siyuan took the young son of the Celestial Master into his care—that is, the current Zhang Zifan—hoping one day to uncover the key from him.

“You just want to vent your anger on me.” Mo Li sniffled, holding her son as she returned to the room.

Dou Dou cooled slightly. Dou Bao’er kissed his mother and pointed at his father, meaning, “Daddy just kissed like this, so I’m following his example.”