Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Black Dragon

Compared to the noisy third floor, the fourth floor was much quieter. Occasionally, a strange cry would echo, sending shivers down one's spine. It was a bizarre sound—part bellowing ox, part roar of a lion, tiger, bear, or wolf. Lin Yun had never heard anything like it and had no idea what kind of creature could produce such a noise. Every time it rang out, the entire floor trembled slightly. Lin Yun followed the sound until he found a room. The door was bolted shut, plastered with various talismans that shimmered with multicolored light, clearly marking it as a cell for high-security prisoners. Lin Yun had previously considered trying to eavesdrop on what was inside.

"Do you still not trust me? Don't worry, take Avril to the car," Qin Xuan said with a faint smile.

"This person definitely doesn't have the guts to think about killing me, so who is he?" Fang Zheng knew he hadn't made a move yet; the fellow before him, whose combat power was practically non-existent compared to his own, wouldn't dare harbor thoughts of his death. It seemed this man had other motives even in the face of disaster.

Shortly after, a scout entered the tent and handed an arrow bearing a secret letter to Guo Jia. Guo Jia accepted it, rewarded him, and dismissed him. Once the scout had left, Guo Jia impatiently removed the note and studied it closely.

Through one victory after another, the common people began to believe that the People's Army would surely overthrow the Ming Dynasty. Their support grew, and the fervor of the masses increased. Seeing the Ming troops closing in, hundreds of People's Army soldiers quickly dashed into the forest. By the time the Ming soldiers reached the treeline, the People's Army had already vanished; under the cover of night and the dense woods, it was nearly impossible for the Ming troops to catch them.

"A passerby? Or a suitor I find troublesome?" Gong Yu furrowed his brows, answering Xia Anxi's question earnestly.

Everyone around them had been selected through rigorous auditions. Seeing Mo Qinghua’s dance steps, they could tell the routine was newly learned, and it felt slightly unpolished. Yet, judging by her eyes and the overall aura she projected, it didn't look like she was dancing it for the first time.

Pan Feng gasped in shock upon hearing this, silently reflecting on how terrifying Zhuge Liang truly was. To have made so many arrangements in such a hurried moment—it showed just how terrifying his speed of calculation was.

"That impressive? I never expected someone of such talent to be in the capital city. I must see it for myself later," Luo Chao said.

For a moment, even someone as thick-skinned as Lin Xuan felt a bit embarrassed. Besides, deep down, he truly didn't like being so high-profile.

"It seems, Ling Yun, that you care quite a bit about Wen Jue now?" the old man in black Taoist robes said with a relaxed expression as he placed a stone on the board.

As for the Twofold Origin Array that Han Gang mentioned, Yi Han was still clueless; he had never heard of such a formation.

"You... you're bullying me..." Jimila, who had been wailing, suddenly choked out these words upon hearing Lin Xuan's remark.

Ye Kuang’s gaze swept over Jiang Ji, and upon seeing her slender figure and the ample curves at her chest, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

On the grassy field in the forest, two figures stood in silence. The starlight above shone brightly, and the surrounding insects and frogs gradually began their unique nightly symphony.

After hearing this, Yang Ling felt a belly full of displeasure. So, this man was cheating simply because his wife could not conceive.

Lin Xuan naturally knew what Yu Yu was thinking. Although things had been a bit awkward just now, since Yu Yu still wanted to save face for Han Panpan, Lin Xuan didn't mind.

"If Your Majesty will permit me to speak bluntly, I am beginning to doubt whether Wen Jue's master even truly exists," Wang Renshan said, sounding hesitant.

It turned out that Jiang Yu had seen Yang Shifan fail to signal for a long time and, fearing something had gone wrong, brought his personal guards to storm in.

Her face flushed an uncontrollable red again. Xu Lan lowered her head, not daring to meet Liang Wei’s eyes, constantly telling herself to stay calm.

Qiu Min, watching from the side, shook her head repeatedly—these were the two most intense lovers she had ever seen.

If these were just ordinary paintings or common pottery that could be bought with money, Chen Linzhi would likely be too lazy to go through the trouble of trying to smuggle items out of a museum himself.

Leaving Chinatown, he finally rushed to the office to clock in, only to see the doors locked and remember it was Saturday.

She had deliberately chosen a rather large baseball cap, pulling it low to obscure half of her face.

They only knew that these people possessed extremely high cultivation levels; figuring out their backgrounds was not easy. Even Wan Jingting had joined them, along with Wang Lu and the others, who were all providing assistance.

"Oh no, everyone, scatter immediately!" It was only then that the Sect Leader of the Sihai Sect reacted, shouting in terror. But it was too late; the horrifying heavenly fire was already descending, filling everyone with dread.

The Great Xia was truly well-hidden—a black-bellied rabbit, indeed, with the doctrine of the Golden Mean carved into its bones. If not for the fact that he was essentially a half-crippled Level 11 deity-demon, he wouldn't have had the insight to see through it.

She had always believed that her talent for research was something she acquired after arriving in this other world, but now, it seemed... that might not necessarily be the case.

Ye Han watched her resolute and indignant retreating back until she vanished completely. He finally withdrew his gaze, only to find Zhou Yanyun staring at him unblinkingly, a sense of reproach evident in her beautiful eyes.

Yet, just as she was about to give up all hope, he miraculously appeared before her. The moment she opened the door and saw him, Xiang Ran was stunned. She had never imagined they would meet again in such a way.

The Eldest Madame brought the Wen woman to Mingxi Hall, and the Second Madame and the Third Daughter-in-law, Huang, also received secret word from the servants and rushed over.

Madame Fan was a warm-hearted foster mother. She hired a governess to teach Duan Yuran court etiquette and invited a seamstress to help her embroider her dowry. Duan Yuran’s life became full and busy once again.

Cheng Xunjun raised her hand to beckon a waiter over. After whispering a few words, the waiter walked away.