Volume One, Chapter 81: The Eve of the Foundation Ceremony

“One day you’ll understand. Take care of yourself; I still need to check on General Jiang.” With a sigh, Stefan left, as if seeing his former self reflected in the other’s eyes.

To Liu Tianhao’s utter delight, the leader of these five hundred local warriors turned out to be none other than the legendary, undefeated General Zhao Yun—Zhao Zilong himself.

Blood Snow paused for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden change of subject, unsure what to say.

He hadn’t entered this place for a long time. Seeing the familiar surroundings, he felt a surge of emotion, almost wanting to cry. Here, the ever-present stench of rotten eggs had finally vanished. He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt as though he had come alive once more.

After a moment’s contemplation, I gave Ruomeng my phone number. I couldn’t rest easy, worried that the evil spirits might harm her.

With the arrival of Supreme Zhengqing, our side now had five Supremes, making the balance of power less lopsided. Yet the situation remained daunting, for Supreme Luotian was a second-stage Supreme of the Creation Realm, and none of us could match him in terms of cultivation.

I was furious, but kept silent. There was no point reasoning with a “simple-minded” fellow like Monkey Ma.

Hearing this, my heart boiled with rage. I truly wanted to strike this man. If you don’t trust us, why come to us at all? Damn it—now we’re fugitives alongside you.

Therefore, in the short term—even before the Nine Kingdoms’ battle—it’s unlikely that a new war will break out, unless this fragile balance is disrupted.

However, Zhao Benliu pestered Brickhead day after day, and in the end, Brickhead had no choice but to give him some tasks: first, to gather bricks, then to practice splitting them. Only when he could shatter a brick with a single blow would he be taught the next move.

Wen Ming knew that if not for him, no one would search for those who died outside the base, let alone use military resources.

This scene from the Huaxia forces deeply shocked the Soviet troops, who were bracing for a last stand. Why were the Huaxia forces retreating? Did they no longer wish to fight, or were they surrendering?

Left with no choice, Feng Shu patiently explained her concerns, only to provoke even greater disdain from the other.

The bald man approached Feng Zirong, wanting to see what he planned to do, for he was both their employer and the son of the base director—the one who truly made decisions.

Having drained every drop of Elsa’s blood, Harris wiped his mouth in satisfaction, then casually tossed aside the now light corpse of the nurse.

Most crucially, Vladivostok is a port that never freezes. Despite its cold northern climate, the sea here remains unfrozen year-round, making it invaluable for military purposes.

As dusk approached, sunlight streamed through the open window, casting slanting rays into the room. A jade pendant hung in the center, a meter above the floor, its shadow stretched long across the ground by the sunlight.

As for the Battle of Taiyuan, it was thanks to the magnanimity of Li Keyong, who gave Li Cunxiao a chance to redeem himself.

Though the two villages were connected to the outside world by only a single bridge, it was more than sufficient for the villagers’ needs.

“That’s true. Lu Fang is busy with the children and can’t help Aunt Chen. The steward must take care of the old master and can’t leave his side. Uncle Chen handles procurement and often runs errands for you. We really do need another housekeeper,” Xu Ning agreed with his mother’s reasoning.

“It’s precisely because it’s ordinary. None of the herbs brought back last time contained it. Just buy less—use it up before buying more,” Bai Fenghua explained.

He embraced the child, and the emptiness in his heart was suddenly filled. This, he realized, was his world—his life. His child, his legacy.

She felt a strange affection for the young man who, despite the evident danger, had saved her life.

A tear slid from the corner of Manjia’s eye; she could barely speak. Chen Zimo’s voice faded into the background, and the pain from her torn body was no worse than the wounds within her heart.

How could she possibly know about the “disfigured” medicinal catalyst? It must have been a coincidence—yes, just a coincidence.

If a two-star swordsman revealed his cultivation, he could become a disciple at the Ren Residence, enjoying its resources—though in the future, he would have to serve the Ren Residence.

At this point, Ah Jiu no longer cared whether the stranger was friend or foe, nodding and following him. If he belonged to the Right Chancellor, there’d be no need for such subterfuge—he could have seized her at the palace gate.

“This is impossible. If the Xiaoguo hasn’t rebelled, both you and I would be guilty of a capital offense,” Yu Shiji objected.

“I simply like Manjia.” Yuan Dong’s lips curled with a hint of mockery, but his gaze was sharp, making Tong Rui feel a chill—as if threatened by this man.

There was a sound like spatial friction, then Yao easily moved far away from Lin Chen, unleashing a bombardment with her pulse technique.

The aura around him gradually shifted from red to orange, then to yellow.

Master Duanmu shook his head with a wry smile; he had never seen such a technique, nor had the other two sixth-grade alchemists.

Yue Qi watched her persistently cling to him, and the faint guilt he’d felt for her evaporated instantly.

Long Jie, doting, pulled her into his arms and walked outside. Long Xiao watched their intimacy with icy, murderous eyes, powerless to intervene.

As Lin Ming’s spiritual sense rippled outward, the spiritual energy atop Nine Dragon Peak gradually became perceptible within his mind.

Now that the golden token was produced, Lord Zhao dared not obstruct her further. He insisted on accompanying her to the prison, but Jia Qianqian hurriedly declined, saying she’d have an easier time approaching them alone, and asked him to leave her at the prison gate.

At that moment, a hundred men transformed into warriors clad in silver armor, wielding spears, running with the roar of the waves as if treading upon the surging sea.

That night, Lin Ming piloted a spacecraft along the trajectory determined by the probe, heading toward a barren planet half a light-year away.

After blinking, Li Tianxiu’s eyes brimmed with pride—her look saying, “Aren’t I dressed beautifully?”

Though Yiqing Palace was also a sleeping chamber, it was situated in the most remote part of the royal palace, seldom visited, especially by the king himself.