Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Strange Stone

Liu Jian did not become complacent; seizing the opportunity, he collaborated with the subordinates of Shuntian Prefecture to devise a new revenue-generating idea.

Jiang Shiya pushed him away, supporting herself with both hands on the bed as she retreated to the corner, her eyes filled with fear and vigilance as she watched him.

Upon hearing Mo Ronghui reveal Ye Zhen’s name, Mo Rongzhan’s eyes flashed with a cold sneer. No wonder Lu Lingzhi had managed to persuade him out of the palace—it was all for Ye Zhen.

With this realization, he suddenly grabbed a jade teacup from the table, bit into his fingertip, and watched the fresh blood drip into the cup.

“Wuwu, I’ve run out of strength,” Mo Rongyi exhausted all his energy to crawl up, collapsing on the floor as he sobbed.

Damn it, after all this, the princess’s vile mission to target her was all because of Jiang Diya! She had always sensed something was off; no matter how close she was to Duan Feisi, it was impossible for her to harbor such hatred.

The prince had already issued orders—this matter involving Qian Jiayao was of utmost urgency, so he dared not delay.

“If this is truly the extent of the Long family’s strength, then I’d rather die than believe it. Otherwise, our Long family would have been wiped out dozens of times over by others,” Long Qi said earnestly from behind Long Kuangtian’s wheelchair. As a seasoned warrior, Long Qi understood better than anyone how to motivate and train troops for battle.

As for the last thug, seeing two comrades flung away, he was momentarily stunned, unsure whether to advance or hold back.

For a moment, the entire fishing village buzzed with excitement, pointing and whispering at the slowly departing fishing boat.

Following the sound, I glanced sideways and saw Gu Lanzhi dressed in a thin beige trench coat, his features exceptionally handsome and gentle.

That’s why such a worn-down place was needed to capture that kind of atmosphere; simply overlaying a backdrop in a studio would feel artificial. This was the perfect setting.

“Master Wei was so ruthless! That day, Tianliang almost got killed by that thing; he just chanted a few sutras, and the creature nearly finished Tianliang off,” Haozi bragged for Brother Xu, not forgetting to mention me.

After chattering with Lu Cheng for a while, Lin Ruo naturally felt thirsty. The orange juice was fragrant and sweet, and she finished the entire glass in a few sips.

Within his body, the Supreme Clarity Ultimate Art was divided into two streams of true energy. Yang Ming could distinctly feel an elusive sensation.

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Jiang Nuan was silent for a moment; her eyes closed the script before her, which she then placed on the nearby table.

“What else did you bring besides these?” I grabbed the makeup mirror, sincerely on the verge of tears, glaring at Lin Kongyang, who held a deep red wooden comb about twenty centimeters long in his left hand and seven jujube pits in his right, then handed matches to Old Cao.

With his prayers, a miracle truly unfolded. A plant sprouted from the ground, gradually growing into a tangle of vines that slowly coalesced into the figure of an old man.

Besides, she had long been craving Qi Huan’s body. With such a good opportunity, why would she make things difficult for herself?

Until that year, when she visited the Tang family in town, they found her obedient and pitied her, so they kept her on.

Just as she was thinking this, the sound of footsteps echoed from the basement. Hu Dafa quickly pulled Qi Ruilan aside, dodging to the other side, eyes fixed on who was emerging from below. A middle-aged man and a young man who had just run back from the hospital came up together, speaking as they walked.

Cheng Yaojin was enthusiastically flipping through the second layer of the Twelve Tower Technique’s martial arts summary and cultivation route when he suddenly noticed the blood-stained corpse on the ground, his expression darkening instantly.

Those pursuing behind had long since grown impatient. If not for the mountain bandit chief being the greatest guarantee for their escape from the border exile, and the fact that Cheng Yaojin had killed a chief escort while rescuing people, this grudge would have to be avenged.

Seconds later, a piercing howl seemed to emanate from behind the canopy as a burst of light scattered from the black-clad figure, gradually dissipating.

To carve up Jiangnan and stand in opposition to Chang’an had been considered by Chang Gexing as well. But the Sui dynasty was still relatively peaceful, and most soldiers’ families were in the north. If they were to declare independence and proclaim themselves emperor, it was uncertain how many would truly follow them in rebellion—it would likely end in bitter failure.

Although the Jin Prince’s mansion gates were tightly closed, they could not muffle the street’s noise. Chang Gexing rubbed his temples, untouched tea before him. The mansion, close to the imperial city, was far from the bustling marketplace of Chang’an; it was usually peaceful, a place for enjoying flowers or leisurely boating.

“Wait a bit more! You’ve finished washing—surely you’re not going out bare! If you go in now, you’ll still be wearing your underwear! No way, hold him in for a big one! If we’re filming, it has to be a bare-bottom shot! No chance for him to resist!” Hu Dafa gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

Just as Cheng Yaojin entered the dungeon intending to explore, he turned and was infuriated by a scene: a disheveled Taoist was dragging a disciple of the Salt Gang, hawking several so-called martial arts manuals.

“Haha...” The four men in suits guarding the courtyard gate burst into laughter, laughing heartily.

During the reign of Lin Song and Lu Shui Hu in the northern Liang, independence was maintained. But as Huan Xi was about to convene the Hexi Xianbei alliance, establishing himself as the leader of the Hexi Hu people, how could Juqu Qi Fu remain indifferent?

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Later, her mother’s generosity waned, giving less, but even the smaller amounts still totaled several million a year.

Ye Tianchen was momentarily stunned—Blood Burial hadn’t severed the three silver needles but had merely knocked them away, which even surprised him.

After all, Yin Hao owed his high position to Sima Yu, with whom he shared mutual fortunes. Over the past few years, Sima Yu had also relied on Yin Hao’s assistance to withstand the Huan clan.

Meng Luoning was not so happy, her mind heavy with worries, still thinking about what Jin Yuer had said during their meal.

Looking back now, Qin Yulan had truly been a good mother. Even now, she only uttered cold words without taking harsh measures.

Shen Yao frowned. What a mess! Jiao Jiao was only a few years old and already wishing for many children?

Zhao Jun’s family was in Chang’an, and upon learning the Jin army had not harmed them, the Jie-Zhao soldiers voluntarily surrendered.

Murong Yun Yue’s massive palm was instantly shattered. Ye Tianchen, riding the Nine-Winged Centipede, charged fiercely at Murong Yun Yue.

Amid everyone’s astonishment, an even more shocking scene unfolded: Lu Dongyuan nodded at that person and then released the two policemen.

Lin Zheng shielded Erika behind him. Trapped in an alley, with the enemy having fired rockets, the attackers would surely come to confirm Erika’s death—they still had a little time.

Within the Demon Spirit Valley, one who had already received the news reported to the three valley lords, the Demon Mongoose Rain, speaking solemnly.