Volume 1, Chapter 64: Wang Yangming

"Emperor Chongzhen, please take a seat."
The man gently raised his hand, gesturing for Zhu Youjian to sit on the stone stool opposite him.
The chessboard was already prepared, with black and white pieces scattered in an orderly fashion, quietly awaiting the collision of wits between the two players.
Chen Xiaoran was left speechless by Zhao Lingling's theory. Naturally, there was no need for him to argue with her over it. After exchanging a few casual remarks, the two walked toward the location of the pharmaceutical enterprise.
However, as I was flung to the ground, aside from getting a mouth full of dust, I was left dizzy and disoriented from the fall.
The branches of the bushes were very hard, and one of them pricked my leg. The pain made me instinctively want to cry out, but my mouth was tightly muffled by Chen Ming. Noticing perhaps that I was struggling too violently, he looked down for a moment and dragged me a bit further to the side.
In an instant, all of Gu Yang's pain vanished, and his spirit became abruptly vibrant. Looking again at the Five Spirits in his Dantian, those with self-awareness had all grown by half their size, while the Water and Fire Spirits had expanded severalfold.
"I do not know. Perhaps the reason for the destruction here is the life that existed here before," said All Things.
Li Tianhao's fist struck the arms of the Zhao family's early-stage dark-qi expert with brutal force, and then slammed directly into the man's chest, sending him flying. The man coughed up a large mouthful of blood mid-air, tracing a bloody arc through the sky before landing outside the arena, motionless.
This remark by Chen Shiguan instantly made Huo Yi understand that the old man he had encountered that day in Zeng Country, who had given him a traditional ink painting, was not by chance after all.
The matter at Kerry Center was finally settled. They found the landlord, returned the apartment, and got their deposit back. The deposit for just one year alone was over three hundred thousand, all of which Zhao Lingling forcefully shoved into Su Yishui's hands for her pocket money.
"I still need to verify this with His Highness before telling everyone," Priest Yuran thought, her gaze fixed on the scenery flashing past outside the window, as she suddenly felt a chill. How could she feel cold in the scorching midday of August?
"But there is still a very complicated stretch of road from the noodle restaurant to the wheat field. Are you sure you remember it?" Zishuo asked doubtfully.
Following that, he sat down on the edge of the well, stroking its rim with his hand, causing the Dragon-Imprisoning Well to emit a faint glow. Ripples appeared in the water, and the Dragon Palace slowly materialized from within, until eventually both the Dragon Palace and Zhaolie vanished from sight.
No one competed with him; everyone turned their heads to pursue Jiang Liuyun, who was still walking through the void as if treading on wind and clouds.

After Li Yanan interrupted the previous atmosphere, Ying Si had even less inclination to investigate the story between Qiao Ba and the magic staff.
Therefore, he had to win—for his own dignity and honor, and so that he could continue living comfortably.
This battle was extremely fierce. Bafeng Stronghold suffered a heavy blow to its vitality and would likely need a period of recuperation before it could recover.
Meanwhile, Zheng Ji's figure had already returned to the deck. He spread his arms wide, having regained control of the Varyag to prevent it from running aground or going off course.
With that, Liu Qing walked away directly, seemingly unafraid that the three of Ye Feng might launch a sneak attack from behind.
At first, Liu Tian did not notice anything amiss, but as time passed, he discovered an extremely unstable feeling emanating from Nessakika, a connection that typically only manifests when the physical body and the soul are linked.
Knowing his strength fell far short, he had no intention of fighting Li Muye and the others to the death. Even the Fire Kirin had failed, meaning this was not a problem that could be resolved by mere strength. Therefore, he had long since prepared hostages. As long as Li Muye cared about those two children, there was still a chance to turn the tables.
Elder Ruyun also wore a look of helplessness, yet she could not reveal the truth to Qingyun. She clearly remembered the promise she had made to Li Xianfeng to keep it a secret.
Given Chi Luo Yingmeng's special identity, this should have been a prime opportunity to find a way out and sneak back to Miao territory, but for some reason, Chi Luo Yingmeng lingered and refused to leave.
"Who I am is not important, and whether I am courting death is not for you to decide." This young trainee also possessed a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger sort of spirit; he was indeed one of the newly selected trainees.
The mountain was not very tall, nor could the Nine Caves be seen anywhere. Its overall shape resembled an eight-legged turtle, spanning tens of miles, lying dormant in the forest with a bald peak.
"If you don't believe me, once it is sent to the Drug Administration for detailed testing later, I'll have a copy made and brought over for you to see. How about that?" Lin Yichen chuckled as he retrieved the essence from Chu Xiaoxiao's hands.
Yet he felt somewhat puzzled, because in his impression, Cynthia thoroughly disliked Frey, and yet now she had actually begun speaking up for him.
"I am fine. This magma might attack us again at any moment; we must figure out a way," Qiao Ling'er said, clutching her aching arm while her eyes scanned her surroundings warily, fearing the magma would suddenly erupt as it had just moments ago.
"May I sit down?" Li Muye walked over, catching the faint aroma of wine. Yet there was no wine glass by her hand.

The trunk of the body was sucked into sub-space, leaving only the head, two arms, and one leg remaining, rendering self-detonation impossible.
The opponent let out a miserable scream and abruptly tumbled backward. Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Tian saw that the man's mouth was full of blood, and he was clearly seriously injured.
Lin Yu had no intention of taking full charge and handling the blood feud between Blood Hand and the Kindred all by himself. Now that the Vampire Prince had fled, Blood Hand was fully capable of dealing with the remaining dukes and their ilk on their own.
As long as it tracked down humans with the drone, they would swarm forward en masse and slaughter all the humans.
In the previous defensive sequence, Westbrook's layup had nearly grazed Parker's face with his elbow.
Fortunately, Qin Yang was no ordinary person. His powerful mimicking ability allowed him to replicate Spicy Sauce's moves one by one, and by using slow-motion footage, he could meticulously pinpoint areas he could exploit.
"Because the lucky draw takes place after transmigrating, I can modify the contents of the prize according to the plane mission requirements and the host's current condition!" the Stone spoke up at that moment.
Fortunately, the two of them had not gone too far. Before Popovich arrived, the pair woke up just in time and cleaned the office sparkling clean.
When the Zerg broke through the grand formation and entered the tribe, it was as if the apocalypse had descended upon it; rivers of blood flowed everywhere, and severed human limbs littered the ground.
"Fire a ten-kiloton nuclear bomb first as a probe. If it fails to harm Godzilla, we will seek another method!" After much deliberation, the general chose a compromised approach.
Not even the appearance of Upper Gods could change anything, for most people had completely forgotten the past; in their eyes, there were only the Holy Mountain and the Holy Lord.
"I want to go home." She curled into a ball, clutching her stomach. At this moment, the child was her sole solace. Trembling slightly, she desperately racked her brain for a way to escape.