Volume 1, Chapter 28: From now on, give this person a wide berth!

The four reached a consensus, ultimately deciding that Gao Huaide and Gao Huailiang would remain in Xuantu Commandery to deter those with ulterior motives. Meanwhile, Jia Fu, Deng Jiang, and Gao Su were tasked with leading troops to recover Lelang Commandery.

Qi Lin’s face flushed; under Xu Fan’s steady gaze, she felt a wave of embarrassment. Had she not known that Xu Fan had been summoned by Zhang Ya’er, she likely would have turned and walked away immediately.

Long Wu answered the madman’s questions truthfully, recounting everything that had happened half a month ago, including his encounter with the Azure Dragon.

She could not pinpoint exactly when she had begun to resent Xu Fan—perhaps it was because her parents had tried to set them up, or perhaps it was due to his perceived weakness. Yet, with this recent turn of events, her dislike had simply vanished.

The following year, he participated in the campaign against the rebellious Huaixi warlord Wu Yuanji. Engaging the Huaixi forces repeatedly, he pinned down their main strength, thereby creating the conditions for Li Su’s night raid on Caizhou. After the Huaixi rebellion was quelled, he was enfeoffed as the Founding Duke of Wuwei Commandery.

A few days later, Han Chang and Zhang Dingbian each finished reorganizing their armies and departed for Youzhou and Jizhou respectively. Estimating that Temujin would not launch another assault on Yanmen in the short term, Liu Bian made the necessary arrangements before leading his forces back to Chang’an.

"How is it?" Upon reaching the bedchamber, fearful that something might have gone wrong, the subordinate questioned the guards stationed there.

Ye Xuan shifted his gaze to his right, as if genuinely seeking suggestions or ideas from the other three demons.

Sitichai smiled bitterly. He knew that Wang Zhen was currently the most famous kickboxer in the scene, with rumors suggesting his appearance fee had reached five million baht. In Wang Zhen’s eyes, only legends like Buakaw or Giorgio existed; he would never notice someone like him, even though he was already a champion at the Lumpinee Stadium.

Chen Tianxing did not expect an arrogant auction house to change its procedures, but some things had to be said. He needed Sotheby’s to understand the principle that the customer is king.

The other guilds were happy to see this. Fearing that no one else but "Time Pointer" would do it, they had likely hired internet trolls to flood the forums with topics, ensuring that the blame for the "Witching Hour" would never be lifted from them.

As a former SWAT officer well-versed in modern medicine, he understood far more about amnesia than Cui Changfang or Yan Huifeng.

As the explosions in the sky subsided, the black smoke gradually dissipated in the wind. To everyone’s shock, the Demon General appeared completely unscathed, his hands still clasped behind his back.

Yan Dan felt his life force ebbing away, yet he had never felt his inner emotions so vividly.

"Brother Yide, your great kindness is something I, Rengui, can never repay." Xue Rengui bowed deeply, only to be stopped by Zhang Fei.

"What technique is this?" Below the martial arena, some disciples watched the figure that had suddenly appeared and asked in confusion.

The next day, Zhang Lingshu, pulling along the still-drowsy Lu Qingqing, went to the Mother Goddess Temple at Jinci to burn incense and fulfill her vows.

Take Chu Li, for instance. Is he a genius? Certainly. After all, he is known as the strongest disciple of the inner court, invincible below the Divine Body Realm. But in the end, was he not defeated by Li Yuyun? And defeated by someone of a lower rank at that. What does this signify? It means Li Yuyun is an even greater genius than Chu Li.

During the intermission, Uunchi left the backstage in low spirits and paced toward the vicinity of the private room across from the stage. The Holy Knights of Emperor Tac-Eberon stood guard outside; they would never let a stranger like Uunchi approach the great Holy Emperor and Holy Kings so casually.

Princess Yongfeng sighed, took A-Xiu with her, and left behind a remark that left Yang Hao even more bewildered.

Fang Chen finally withdrew his hand and proceeded to treat them one by one. Strangely enough, the men who had been severely injured moments ago were now full of vigor.

Within the capital of a dynasty, there could be no other place with such a massive palace and such strict defenses, save for the Imperial Palace—the very symbol of the nation’s power.

Naturally, this trace of resentment and sympathy could only be suppressed in the depths of his heart; at this moment, not a hint of it could be revealed.

Gu Xiyue, unable to guess the complex and subtle thoughts of Ye Qinglan, smiled and nodded in agreement.

The Vanguard Battalion was the force that had followed Fang Chen during the invasion of Qiangyou. After bloody battles and subsequent reorganization into a twenty-thousand-strong unit, these men had become Fang Chen’s loyal core troops. From Vice-General Xu Hu on down, they were all fiercely devoted to him. At this critical juncture, they had to be brought to the capital for defense.

As he watched, the Tathagata suddenly reached out and tapped the golden mirror. The sky over Diling County within the mirror cracked open, and countless celestial flowers and Buddhist light drifted down.

Due to protocol, the entire welcoming ceremony had to be followed through, lasting until dusk.

Li Xiaotian did not dare to be careless; the two compressed thunder orbs in his hands were already near saturation. He pressed his palms together, and the two orbs began to merge. Moments later, a lightning-attributed light sword appeared in his hand.

Hearing the man speak, Zhao Chang felt quite helpless. By rights, he should have been the boss! Of course, that would only be if everyone involved were from the Zhao family.

Ye Feng moved like the wind, instantly arriving before He Long and unleashing a violent punch. The wind from his strike was fierce, aimed directly at He Long’s chest.

Yu Dayong deliberately played the fool, pushing the decision of where to go onto Wang Gui-fu—after all, he was the head of human resources! Yu Dayong had another motive: to foster competition among the group, which was a trick to generate herd mentality. Laughing, Yu Dayong told Wang Gui-fu that he would be going out on errands that afternoon and would need to use the car.

Zhong Shidao and Zhong Shizhong were well aware of their family history, which only deepened their concern.

An Yutong was drifting in a half-awake state when she heard the sound of a text message. Drowsily, she opened her eyes, reached for the phone beside her pillow, and checked the message from Qin Leng.

He Tao was a smart man. Since things had reached this point, he used it as an excuse to step down: "Fine, let’s listen to Manager Yu today. I’ll propose a toast; everyone please feel free, how about that?"

"Recognize them, yes, I recognize them, though I might not be able to name all of them!" Yu Dayong said humbly, pressing his palms together in a salute.

Silver, bell-like laughter filled the cemetery, which had not been this lively for a long time.

Fang Mu saw that the corpse was a stout middle-aged man, appearing to be about fifty years old. A black mole with a few whiskers hung from his right cheek, and his features were seven or eight parts similar to Wang Quan. Fang Mu was now almost certain that this man who had died of smoke inhalation was, in all likelihood, Wang Youtong.

The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened; Jing Yucheng’s expression was seductive, like a rich, potent liquor—just one glance was enough to intoxicate.