Volume One, Chapter 21: The Other Man’s Concern

Losing some money was secondary to Xiao Ming; he knew Zhang Jun was a money-grubber, and any loss here would inevitably be recovered elsewhere. This gave Xiao Ming a solid reason to deal with him. In fact, not long after the incident, Xiao Ming approached Feng Xie, instructing him to thoroughly investigate Zhang Jun’s actions and gather evidence of his corruption and bribery.

With his internal organs shattered beyond repair, Ace now clung to life solely through the aura of a saintly-level expert, but even that could not sustain him for much longer.

Jun Yang’s divine sense had already detected Posey not far from him; it seemed he had finally caught up with Posey’s trail.

Wang Feng’s tone was icy cold, his gaze filled with a sinister chill. With a low, furious roar, his body radiated dazzling light, flickering wildly as he rampaged fiercely.

The man beside him not only acted alone but also produced corresponding sounds. At a low growl, his trousers suddenly turned pale, and certain parts became limp.

Sure enough, a cavalry unit appeared on the outskirts of the besieged city, heading toward Six-Star City. Although their numbers were not overwhelming, they were substantial enough. Witnessing this, the general was overjoyed and immediately ordered his subordinates into action.

Xuan Ming’s living body somersaulted several times midair, exerting every ounce of strength before finally using the dining hall’s wall to land safely, albeit barely.

“Did he really say that?” Ziwei asked, her ample and alluring figure accentuated by a mole near the cleavage, adding an extra layer of charm.

The banquet officially began. Due to the large scale of the gathering, many faces were unfamiliar, so Han Jie and his companions had even hired a host for the event.

As the year’s end approached, the snow ceased, but the sky remained a dull gray. Yang Jing handed over Jiangdu to Xu Shiji and Zhou Faxing, then led the remaining hundred thousand troops along with two hundred thousand surrendered soldiers on a grand march northward, leaving only fifty thousand naval forces and fifty thousand surrendered soldiers in Jiangdu.

Without further ado, Luo He moved to the first door, behind which a glass panel allowed a view inside.

Having resolved everything perfectly, it was indeed a fortunate turn for Changsun Mengyao, and she relaxed visibly as she spoke.

Li Maicheng and his group settled into a place called “Lake City Inn.” As dusk fell and the sun set over Qianghai Lake, the evening glow painted the sky with breathtaking beauty.

Two male servants then entered the hall carrying a chair. A Yun also prepared tea for Yi Qiufeng.

Because of the spiritual connection between Pan Yuhong and Mei Xuelian, he immediately understood the tremendous power of the red glow, while others looked at the enchantress with curiosity, eager to gauge the true violence of that red light.

“Lord Qin, you have arrived!” An elderly man with graying hair, dressed in a court physician’s robe, greeted warmly.

He was unaware of how contradictory his perceptions were to his desires; perhaps it was precisely because Jiang Lan possessed what he lacked that he longed for her so deeply.

Hearing this, Li Maicheng swung his Shadow-Slaying Sword to block the flying long forks, while Zhou Xiaotian and Su Chengxuan also wielded their swords against the incoming weapons. Wu Shitong held the Universe Axe to fend off the long forks.

Every time it was time to select the imperial merchants anew, the event attracted wealthy merchants dripping with money but struggling to elevate their social status, all eager to outdo one another with schemes and cunning.

“My parents are fine. I’ve left a card with them, and as long as I send them money every month, it’s all good...” Upon hearing Liu Tian’s agreement, Rui Mengmeng quickly answered his question.

After the last great plague, the Su family took the lead in this scheme, but because Gui Ye tipped off the authorities, their plot was foiled by her. This time, they repeated the trick, and she was so busy she couldn’t attend to it properly, falling right into their trap.

“Thank you, senior sister. From now on, we...” Zhou Yi was at a loss as to how to interact with Xie Shiyu.

The faces of the Hu Kingdom’s people were unpleasant; this crisis was indeed sparked by them, ultimately provoking a massive attack by the Yun Kingdom and ending in their defeat. They had no one to blame but themselves.

Suffering is like a dark cloud; from afar, it looks pitch black, but when you’re beneath it, it’s merely gray. Yet, fortune also brings fear and trouble, and misfortune is not without consolation and hope.

Was this an invitation to tell her something? Yuan Sui blinked. At times like this, shouldn’t one beat their chest and pledge loyalty?

Everyone turned their gaze to Yu Fenghua’s place, but disappointment showed in their eyes—Yu Fenghua had not come.

“Nonsense, officer, this servant has gone mad; don’t listen to her nonsense.” Hearing this, the burly man immediately covered Lin Miaomiao’s mouth, wearing a sheepish grin as he pulled back the officer who was about to step forward.

The sky had darkened somewhat; the office lights were off. Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, wearily rubbing his brow.

“What are you doing here? And why do you look like this?” She was furious yet forced herself to lower her voice.

“I want to follow you...” The boy spoke calmly, as if anticipating his own words. Sang Li’s expression showed no surprise; instead, her clear eyes grew even more enigmatic.

“What are cultivation strength and potential?” Lei Yu asked, puzzled. While he might understand combat power, the concepts of cultivation strength and potential left him thoroughly bewildered.