Chapter 54 I certainly didn't make you cry, why are you crying at me?

His prominent adam's apple bobbed slightly as he extended his hand. "My name is Shang Tingyan."

In an instant, countless memories of the man flashed through Jiang Liwu's mind—every single fragment where that name was called out, echoing over and over again: Shang Tingyan.

The images finally crystallized into the scene of the man covered in blood, collapsing before her eyes, while she held him tightly in agonizing despair, crying out the name Shang Tingyan for the very last time.

Memories rushed back, souls colliding as the man before her merged seamlessly with the man in her recollections.

The troops stationed in the netherworld had been entirely recalled by the Jade Emperor. Not only that, a considerable portion of the netherworld army had also been drafted by him to provide reinforcements. As for the situation back in the netherworld, he no longer had the luxury to care about it.

It was the height of late autumn, bitterly cold and freezing, and many soldiers fell ill, with contagious diseases spreading rapidly. Cao Cao ordered a halt to the military campaigns, encamping around Wulin to recuperate and rest.

Li Haoran marched straight toward the epicenter of the battle, only to be spotted first by a dozen soldiers on perimeter guard duty. With a loud battle cry, they rushed forward. The continuous fighting had heightened their murderous intent; though they briefly challenged him, they gave Li Haoran no chance to reply before closing in for the kill.

Everyone assumed Yun Ruoyan was bound to be struck down by that punch. Pei Yingxiong was a renowned master artifact refiner, and with his cultivation level, a single punch was more than enough to kill her.

When the next class break arrived, Chen Niannian walked over to the entrance of Huang Guangqian's classroom, cast a glance inside, and spotted him sitting in the very last row.

Three days later, Liu Bei received a letter from Sun Quan stating that Zhou Yu had passed away due to illness. Liu Bei dispatched Zhuge Liang as his envoy to mourn in Jiangdong, and Zhuge Liang arrived at Baqiu seven days thereafter.

Zhongyu smiled and said that he genuinely wanted to understand what ordinary people were thinking, because no matter how vast the imperial court might be, it was ultimately built upon the common folk.

He had tried every possible method today, yet failed to achieve any major breakthrough. The casualties among his men had mounted, and he himself was injured.

The might of the Master of the Five Spirits had surpassed the cognitive limits of all cultivators, leaving them utterly devoid of any thought of rebellion.

Fourth, a large army does not necessarily guarantee victory. History holds countless examples of the outnumbered defeating the powerful. Cao Cao was a man who frequently tasted defeat; losing a battle was the most normal thing in the world. Once defeated, Liu Bei could easily pacify several commanderies in the name of Liu Qi with effortless ease.

Had this been in the past, Zhao Ji would undoubtedly have been overjoyed. At this moment, however, he merely managed a forced smile, waving his hand dismissively to acknowledge the greetings of all the officials.

That distant imperial clansman held Zhao Ji's personally crafted jade whisk in his hands, while Emperor Zhao Ji actually escorted him all the way to the threshold.

"My thoughts exactly!" Su Mubai waved a hand, and the Nepalese kukri blade deeply embedded in Dahe's chest flew back, landing squarely in his palm.

For the sake of such love, Ning Suier acted without the slightest hesitation. She lunged straight toward Yun Lu's physical form. Entering Yun Lu's body next, she then attempted to merge with Yun Yan's soul. However, right at that moment, Ning Suier discovered, much to her shock, that the integration was simply impossible.

This naturally stirred up a great storm. The Holy Emperor's impulsive act not only left the inner palace echoing with cries of sorrow, but also drew unanimous objections from the civil and military officials of the imperial court, who were otherwise unaffected.

Shun Zhuo reflexively pulled back defensively in mid-air, then used the explosive power generated by his Euro-step drive and body contact to push Kobe away.

"It is nothing. Perhaps the brazier needs its charcoal replaced." With that, I raised my voice to instruct Ming'er to add some fuel to the stove.

Seeing that refusal was impossible, I braced myself and picked up the osmanthus wine before me. Just as the wine touched my lips, Baoyuan deftly snatched the cup away. He smiled warmly at Rencao and said, "Rui'er cannot drink alcohol. I shall drink this cup on her behalf." With that, he tilted his head back and drained it in one gulp.

"Calculating things so precisely and coming here to greet us—there must be some major matter at hand, right?" Tan Jue's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Looking at the severed leg lying not far ahead on the ground before Baihu Junyi, while the rest of the corpse was nowhere to be seen, Gu Xisheng was hardly ignorant enough to believe that the remaining parts had been consumed by Baihu Junyi itself.