Volume 1, Chapter 67: Searching for the Night-Nether Herb

Shen Qiu did not even glance at Feng Anning, yet everyone saw him suddenly clench his fists so tightly that the crisp cracking of his knuckles seemed audible.

Yet once he knew, how could he continue to deceive himself? The affection buried deep within his heart was no longer bitter, but had instead become a lingering torment. He wanted to see her, wanted her, and wished never again to experience such a farewell and such agony in this lifetime.

Secondly, those machines suffered from too many limitations during practical use; for instance, they could not carry heavy loads, could fly only with the tailwind, and were excessively vulnerable to wind direction and wind speed, among other factors.

This was a flat-roofed villa of only two stories, yet each floor stood six to seven meters high, giving it a rather imposing appearance. However, having seen plenty of the architecture of the Qin Imperial Palace, to me, this was absolute trash.

Several elders were immensely excited, stepping forward one after another to volunteer, all eager to march directly to the Divine Mountain. These men were war-mongering zealots; while they held reservations about Ye Qing and the Alliance of the Realm, that did not mean they feared the Divine Mountain. On the contrary, harboring such deep-seated hatred for the Heavenly Emperor's Holy Son, they naturally longed to exact personal vengeance upon the Divine Mountain.

"Xiang Tianming, this is your last chance. Otherwise, we will not be polite." The Emperor of Qin furrowed his brows and spoke in a stern voice.

Ye Tian had indeed turned around, but one matter remained unclear: Zhao Yan had detonated twice consecutively—did that mean she had advanced two levels in a row?

What this fairy looked like was of little concern to him; his sole purpose in coming here was to find Moyang.

I was certainly far too frightened to eat anything at all, yet I still asked the waiter to casually order a few dishes.

"Just a little less?" Old Qi was well aware of Xu Li's alcohol tolerance. At present, probably very few people dared to challenge Xu Li to a drinking contest; whenever Xu Li was present, drinking was generally a casual affair for everyone.

The military camp was a man's world, where "shedding skin and flesh without falling behind the ranks, shedding blood and sweat without shedding tears" served as the standard profile for its men. Yet, the men of the military also possessed multiple facets, with tenderness and tears being among them.

Having visited once before, she entered smoothly this time, pushing open the office door and walking straight inside.

"President Chu, it's your turn." Lei Minxing tossed the gun into his hands and winked at him triumphantly.

Yet what manner of person was Elder Lin? The moment he stepped out, an entire platoon of bodyguards immediately followed in his wake! The group boarded two off-road vehicles and a mid-sized bus, heading straight for the Capital Hotel.

Her palm suddenly tightened. At that instant, looking at Jiang Zhong kneeling before her, Murong Yu suddenly understood why Shangguan Ai had sworn never to become empress, and why she would rather retreat to seclusion in the mountains than overlook the realm.

To ascend the highest peak and gaze upon all surrounding mountains and rivers—when Luo Qi finally stepped onto the final stone stair and reached the summit, the thought that flashed through her mind was precisely that somewhat pretentious poem Chu Chen had recited earlier.

I was startled. Which bold girl could be this audacious? Something even the boys wouldn't dare do, and she dared to take the stage?

Fujian Military Governor Sun Daoren, on the one hand, prevaricated with the Kuomintang members while using a lack of provisions, weaponry, and insufficient strength as pretexts to stall demands for the Northern Expedition; on the other hand, he actively mobilized his former subordinates to suppress the rebellion. By the time Xu Chongzhi discovered Sun Daoren's ulterior motives, it was already too late, and the Kuomintang in Fujian had missed the optimal window for resistance.

"Grandpa! Please don't be like this. Whatever you have to say, just tell me. If it's within my power, I will definitely get it done!" Yang Chen hurriedly said.

Jing Qingran was naturally indolent by nature and would ordinarily never dress up with such elaborate formality. Today, bearing such a heavy and intricate coiffure, it really was somewhat difficult for her.

Now, facing Hu Chen, he was actually jolted by the other's force to the point where his defensive system automatically activated, releasing the inner strength energy concealed deep within his body.

Her tone carried profound concern, completely contrasting with her demeanor when she had departed the manor earlier. It seemed she was a woman of action; deep down, she remained deeply worried about Hu Chen and his brothers, yet constrained by her mission, she had no choice but to act thus.

There were still many matters he needed to understand from Ruan Qi, as he was entirely oblivious to the current situation and power dynamics in City H.

"His name is Hu Chen, and he's also one of the bosses of the Black Whirlwind. If both of us are present, we can finalize the specific details of our cooperation right on the spot," Song Hei introduced.

One must realize that the emperor ascending the throne was indeed considered a scandal for their Great Yan Dynasty. During the Jingnan Campaign, an uncle and nephew had fought for supremacy, and the emperor had forcibly seized the imperial throne from the hands of his own nephew.

Yet a year has already passed. Brother Yan, must I continue to hold on? Tell me, where are you? Let me come find you; I miss you so terribly.

Qingtong's hope was for both her brother and her lover to return safely, which was also the reason why her face had lacked smiles recently. Ever since Ye Fei's departure, she had remained in a state of constant anxiety, inwardly praying for Ye Fei without ceasing.

This was none other than the legendary lion's head meatball—a dish that would make children cry for joy, adults beg for seconds, praised across the mortal realm as an incomparable delicacy, a veritable feast for the gods that left a lingering fragrance on the lips, an endless aftertaste, and a veritable treasure of jade and fine cuisine.

Hua Yuzhu's face was ashen and he remained silent, roasting himself by the campfire for a long time before his body finally relaxed slightly. He managed to swallow two bowls of thin congee and fell into a deep sleep in the room arranged by Guan Hongkui.

The tasks they were assigned to perform were merely miscellaneous chores. As for supervision, with the existence of the Dharma Eye, they had no need to expend mental or physical energy on it.

The father and son of the Hua family were indeed renowned miraculous physicians in the martial world, possessing exclusive, hereditary techniques for treating external injuries.

"Signs of Zarka summoning a devil beast have appeared. Look." Saying this, Fukuichi Haru extended a finger and pointed behind Ye Yuan.

Following nine solemn and majestic chimes of the bell, the grand hall instantly grew intensely solemn. Under everyone's gaze, an illusory figure suddenly materialized upon the cloud platform, as though squeezing out from the very fabric of space. It slowly transitioned from ethereal to solid, yet without generating the slightest spatial ripple, appearing silently before their eyes.

A trace of solemnity flickered in Zhang Zhiping's eyes. Zhang Xusheng's acceptance of Wu Yong was not due to Wu Yong's strength, but likewise because of the Celestial-Mortal Realm space. Zhang Xusheng's unusual actions over recent years had filled him with profound unease; he needed someone he could fully trust to investigate deeply in order to uncover the underlying reasons.

If anything were to happen to Guan Yang, let alone Guan Hongdian refusing to forgive him, even Hong Xinggang himself could never forgive himself.

Noticing An Hao stepping into the elevator unaware, Sifan took out her phone and secretly snapped two photos. When An Hao turned back around, she politely waved goodbye.

Jiang Xiying saw a group of people gathered together, wondering why Xi and that Leng Yikai were both frozen in place. Could it be that what they were holding belonged to Yuxuan?