Volume 1, Chapter 35: A Few More Times, Just a Few More!

However, the once-stable Chu court had already sown the seeds of its own collapse, with a cataclysmic upheaval capable of shaking the world ready to erupt at any moment. He also proposed that, while the turmoil had slightly subsided and Eneru was being held in check by Kaido, they should decide on the successor to the position of Fleet Admiral.

With the imperial guards escorting the disaster relief grain, the number of starving refugees along the road finally began to dwindle, providing Zhao Huan with a measure of comfort. Furthermore, among the clergy, there were many who possessed high resistance to magic. For instance, ascetics and certain inquisitors who frequently faced heretics and black mages were trained in mental defense techniques and willpower, making it entirely normal for them to resist his "Potent Sleep Spell."

Reflecting on this, Fusu, who had already gained a preliminary understanding of how the various nations crafted their weapons, nodded and said, "Then let us go and inspect the next workshop!" "As you command!" Zhe hurried to the front to lead Fusu and his party.

Once the Yue Army entered the pass, they immediately dispersed to various garrisons to coordinate defense with the soldiers of Juyong Pass. One month later, in a valley fifty miles north of the Sect of the God of Artifacts, he would undergo the heavenly tribulation and then ascend.

"Hey... Butler Liu, your cousin didn't come here to ask for money. She was beaten by someone..." The person outside tucked the money into their pocket and shouted again.

During this process, Zhang Xu’s soul felt a slight sense of constriction and a faint, dull ache. Ning Si walked to the side of the bed, sat down next to Song Huaijing, and casually browsed through the comments from netizens.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Manli kept apologizing, then turned her head to study her half-eaten chicken foot, wondering where she could take another bite.

In the past, Su Hao had practiced his martial arts alone; when he encountered problems, there was no one to help him, and his blade techniques were all self-taught through combat. Now, with the guidance of these sword masters, he had gained a much deeper understanding of the craft.

Wang Ze still wanted to find something to do; after all, letting himself be idle felt like a waste of time. Unsurprisingly, it was Yuan Mao—the eighth son of the Yuan family—whom Yuan Lin had personally introduced to Liang Rou earlier.

But not long after Mother Zhou went downstairs, the servant came back up, saying that Mu Jingchi invited me down.

The old man did not want to say much more to me; his words were concise. After finishing, he told me to go back and think it through carefully.

Yuan Xiao walked in front of Liang Rou with an arrogant, high-spirited air, acting every bit the master of the house. Liang Rou appeared much more timid; one look and it was clear she was an outsider.

Qiao Linran was my third husband. When Yu Zhenghe had me under house arrest for three years, he finally lowered his guard and married me off to Qiao Linran for a business alliance.

Wang Zhizhi was not about to give up, but suddenly, Yuan Lin pulled a sharp sword from the bed frame and pointed it at her. Wang Zhizhi dared not approach him again, and the maid held her back from behind.

With them present, the spirits of Yan Rong and Lu Xi were finally not crushed, and they continued to hold on. Moreover, the ambiguous feelings she previously held for Young Master Qingyang were confirmed to be mere wishful thinking on her part, having nothing to do with him at all.

Li Youqian scooped Gao Anqi up directly; for someone as strong and sturdy as him, Gao Anqi, who weighed just over a hundred jin, was not heavy at all. Li Youqian searched the surroundings quickly. To his surprise, he found an old mineral water bottle. Overjoyed, he cleaned the bottle, filled it with water, and brought it back to Gao Anqi.

Xia Zimo smiled sheepishly, leaned over, and kissed her son. The boy smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the egg sauce, and took a deep breath, finding it sweet to the point of bliss.

However, most people’s attention was focused on Xiao Yang; they didn't care at all whether the mountain was shaking.

Those around him understood his personality—even if he were driven into a corner, he would never beg for help. Years of life as a hostage had instilled in him an extreme sense of pride and paranoia; to him, groveling and begging was worse than death.

One step at a time, she thought. After all, Consort Jin had no concrete evidence to prove she was having an affair with the Crown Prince, so there was still hope. As long as a person had a strong desire to live, they could find a way out of even the most desperate straits; this was what Bai Qige believed.

Mr. Lan looked at Abe Kenin with a grave expression. From his words, it was not hard to see that his intelligence seemed even more well-informed than Abe Kenin’s.

"Heh, if you had faced an ordinary Earth Bear Emperor, you would indeed have died at your hands without a chance of survival. Unfortunately for you, you have encountered me!" Qingcang lifted his eyelids slightly, his face devoid of joy or sorrow.

However, the number of people in the company met Su Nan's expectations—in fact, it was slightly more than she had anticipated. Five or six hundred people was about right; if there were any more, it would probably be difficult to manage.

Qiao Li’s brow furrowed even tighter. Han Lin returned to the room, looked at the situation, and said to Qiao Li, "I’ll go out and see if there are any changes within the team!" Qiao Li nodded silently.

Bai Mo caught a glimpse of Yun Sheng going out and followed him. He had originally intended to talk to him privately about the company transfer, but after searching around and finding no one, an attendant finally told him that Yun Sheng was in the stairwell.

Yao Yu nodded, wiped away his expression of annoyance, and put on a standard smile for Mu Jun. "You too!" He glanced once more at the direction the carriage had departed, then turned and walked back into the venue.

Liu Hongying watched Chen Muyang’s retreating figure. She intended to chase after him, but after taking a few steps, she stomped her foot in frustration and opened her folding fan to cool off her anger.

Zhao Yao suddenly recalled the words from noon and felt a sudden sense of powerlessness. Damn, she’s so rich, I’m going to eat her into poverty? Should I try experiencing a stomach as big as the Earth first?

A-Hui nodded after hearing this and asked in confusion, "And what does this have to do with eating chicken?" Regarding the general team test, A-Hui had heard faint whispers about it the night before.

The blood corpse, having had its human-bone sword extracted, collapsed limply to the ground, no longer able to rise and wreak havoc.

Li Cheng and Cheng Ying managed to grab the kitchen knife after much persuasion. On the other side, Mother Feng, who was always arguing fiercely with her eldest aunt, caused a bit of a scene, grabbing Feng Yiming and interrogating him, claiming she wanted to find their company leaders to demand an explanation.

Feng Yiming winked at the guys following behind him and, leaving them behind, strode out of the police station with Tian Fuxin.

As he entered the classroom, Feng Yiming turned back to bow to the teachers on the side with a face full of smiles, acting as if he were thanking them for their support, which made several of the teachers laugh out loud.

Just as everyone was in despair, Ma Zhong arrived like a deity watching over the mortal world, casually taking over the responsibility that Sun Shangxiang could no longer bear.

Under the command of Zhang Xianzhong, the troops roared, carrying torches and ladders as they charged toward the city wall. Those in the lead held wooden planks to use as shields, guarding against the arrows raining down from the ramparts.