Chapter 47: The Forbidden Ground

Fu Siwei slept exceptionally well this time, his first truly good sleep in twenty years—so good that he did not wake up until noon.

His overall vitality and spirit showed a noticeable change compared to the past; he was no longer as stern, oppressive, gloomy, or unapproachable. It was as if a ray of light had finally pierced into a dark, gloomy corner.

Originally, Fu Siwei had planned to pick up Jiang Liwu the moment dawn broke, but he had unexpectedly dragged it out until now. After finishing lunch, haunted by a lingering fear of any unforeseen changes, he hastily...

Shi Yun and Tong Xuekuang stood side by side facing the fire. The old man recounted: "In my youth, I loved watching string-pulling puppet shows, utterly captivated by the art of turntable and bell marionettes. As I grew older, my resolve only grew firmer, and thus I made this my profession, using inanimate objects to imitate living people and finding joy of my own within it."

Opening its mouth wide, it not only swallowed the ice shield whole, but also devoured the ice-type superhuman along with it.

Beneath the starlight, a huge, flat slab of rock lay obliquely at a height of one zhang, slightly above and to the left of where they stood. To the right, the rocks piled up like eggs, and only after three zhang was there a patch of ground wide enough to stand on. People in black robes stood in both spots, almost blending completely into the pitch-black night.

Qingyou had grown up in the palace. Although they had met only a few times and never truly interacted, she had heard that Qingyou had always chased relentlessly after Fei Yu.

"It wasn't me! It truly wasn't me..." Li An shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

Abruptly, Yu Siting closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched his hands into tight fists, suppressing a violent, simmering fury.

Some commoners picked up so much gold that they could no longer conceal it anywhere on their bodies; even their trouser pockets were stuffed so full they bulged with a faint golden hue. Others had never seen gold before in their lives, and overwhelmed by excitement, they dropped to their knees, shouting and cheering praises to the heavens.

Hearing the commotion, more and more people gathered around, and the sound of pointing and discussing grew increasingly loud.

Moreover, judging by the background story and the title "Fireworks Are Cool Easily", one could readily tell that this was a traditional Chinese-style song.

Most importantly, the strategies proposed by Zhuge Liang were all the result of careful deliberation. In the expedition to Jiangdong, they would also have the assistance of figures like Gan Ning and Ji Ling in Yangzhou.

"No Waves in the East Sea? Have you stayed in Japan for too long? How could you give the child such a name?" Lin Mei said with dissatisfaction.

Lin Yumeng stopped her cultivation and stepped out of her room. She needed to practice martial techniques in the martial arts arena; constant meditation was not a solution. Only by combining meditation with martial techniques could she remain undefeated when facing enemies.

Technology: Space Elevator. A spiral, double-tube capsule space elevator providing a direct connection between the Earth and the Moon.

For some unknown reason, Chang Rong felt an intense fondness for this colorless, ten-thousand-hued bead in her hand, and she felt reluctant to return it to Mo Fan. However, being a young lady from a prestigious family, she hesitated for a moment, parted her rosy lips slightly, and spoke slowly.

Just as Lin Yumeng had guessed, the snow lion was pure white all over, without a single stray hair. Most importantly, it stood nine meters tall and six meters long—several times her size. Its sheer physique alone was enough to crush her to death. The moment she laid eyes on its appearance, she knew this beast was not to be trifled with and that her only option was to run for her life.

This event, which should never have happened, had somehow occurred. Tang Feng was inwardly puzzled, yet he understood Lin Xingfeng's true intentions.

Mu Yanyuan shook his head and said, "I was careless. I never imagined that giant monster would possess such terrifying power. I can never seem to get rid of this bad habit of mine. By the way, where is my short sword?" With that, he began searching around him.

In truth, it was a lie. Who knew when it had started, but the opportunities for Rui Xi and Lizhu to meet in private had grown fewer and fewer, sometimes going ten days or half a month without even a few words exchanged between them. Although she was worried, she did not dare to reveal the truth at this moment.

History refers to them as aristocratic clans, but unfortunately, such clans ceased to exist after the Song Dynasty. History is a fascinating thing; observing the sweep of history, you will find that many things are, in reality, just one grand cycle.

And he discovered that his own dissolving body was actually reversing through time, as if undergoing a journey backward.

After all, just a few days ago, if not for his deliberate stalling, refusing to reply to Yang Baijie's text messages and QQ messages...