Volume 1, Chapter 43: Consort Wan and the Imperial Physician

The frontal and post-orbital zygomatic processes of the frontal bone are both relatively long and sharp. The nasal bones are short and wide, with their anterior ends being particularly broad. The zygomatic arches are thick and robust.

Even Li Bin did not expect Jiang Chen to be so incompetent, collapsing after just a few exchanges of blows.

The subsequent battles followed the same pattern. It was unknown what cultivation method Master Wuxin practiced, but when facing fierce beasts, it was absolute annihilation.

Ranked by status and seniority, the next in line was Xin Chou, the grandson of the Grand Elder of the Accord Sect—one of the nine major sects—and the nephew of Grand Inspector Xin Fu. This brother chose not to sit in the third seat on the right nor the third seat on the left, but instead randomly seated himself in the sixth seat on the left.

"Hey, my hair is full of stinky sweat," Shui Tianlan said, feeling sticky all over and completely ruining the mood.

When she appeared before Four Seas Return once more, her expression remained unchanged, showing neither much anger nor any trace of joy.

Zhou Quan chuckled, still harboring a bit of self-satisfaction and a trace of pride. The reason was simply that he was a man who valued family, and naturally, he hoped his children and family members would value family just as much.

Long Qingchen wore an indifferent expression and waved his hand. Chu Xuanfeng's cultivation had reached the fourth tier of the True Immortal Realm, which could be considered outstanding among the younger generation, but given Long Qingchen's current strength, dealing with him was merely a matter of a single slap.

"Who dares to obstruct the affairs of the Sword-Upholding Tower? State your names at once!" Zhu Xin shouted, rapidly gathering his vital energy and preparing to attack at any moment. His gaze fixed on the figure within the dust and smoke, and soon enough, an elderly man in white robes holding a dragon-headed crutch came into everyone's view.

This was because the clan elders had given repeated and earnest instructions to keep a close eye on Long Qingchen's life flame, and to report immediately should any abnormality arise.

No wonder the Emperor was not very zealous about investigating my poisoning, failing to uncover anything until the very end when I left the palace. It turns out he was afraid of implicating the Empress Dowager. No wonder Hua Feiwen's final list of crimes did not include the charge of poisoning me.

Feng Yong exchanged a glance with Jing Mo and Nanxing, and the two of them instantly flew out through the window.

The commander had spoken, and the members immediately closed their mouths, stopping their discussion. They helped up their unconscious and severely wounded companion, and with trembling hearts, followed closely behind Hill, uncertain whether they were heading toward rebirth or walking straight to their deaths.

Then, Ke Xiangbao watched as Grand Commander He carried her effortlessly with a gloomy face. He then lay down himself, placing her on the inner side of his body.

After finishing, Xu Yunxi kept gazing at Ke Xiangbao, but the latter remained silent, completely calm and unruffled.

Xia Lianying's tense expression instantly relaxed. Qin Zheng's words sounded like heavenly music to her ears, allowing her to release the heavy boulder that had been hanging in her throat, while immediately arousing her curiosity about the reasons behind his constant rejections of her.

Eunuch Li replied repeatedly, "Yes, of course, absolutely." With that, he bowed to Zhu Jianlian and consciously withdrew.

Well, this truly verified her worries! Life was turning out just like that of a fool, wasn't it? The butterflies in Ke Xiangbao's heart intensified a bit more, though in the presence of the two elders, such words could not be spoken aloud.

This remark immediately won the approval of quite a few people, and Elder Jin even nodded directly. At this moment, however, a hint of worry flickered between Ye Xin's brows. She looked at Fang Chunliang before her, her hands rubbing against each other involuntarily, her face filled with awkwardness.

"Then when you defeat the Ghost Clan, that will be the moment he closes the net. Do you understand?" Dao Yichou said with profound meaning as he finally looked at Wu Di. The latter nodded blankly, his mind racing as he deduced even more possibilities from Dao Yichou's perspective.

Xie An nodded, looked toward Wang San, and said leisurely, "Since the Northern Prince is able to settle the Black-Clothed Camp soldiers in such a manner, this official believes that with earnest persuasion, the soldiers will surely agree to relocate the capital to Luoyang. General Wang, please wait here for the good news! Farewell." With those words, he strode away.

Given his aptitude, reaching the second tier of the Divine Soul realm—perhaps at most the third tier—was probably his limit. One can easily imagine the pressure he faced from Tian Canghai.

Therefore, just as we had barely learned the language and lacked understanding of the surrounding environment—unaware that legendary armies were formed and war was on the verge of breaking out—we happened to set our sights on the territory of an old-established power.

Upon hearing this, the various subordinate generals all nodded in sudden enlightenment. Wang Meng was renowned for keeping his word, and since they all desired to achieve merits and receive rewards, naturally none of them were willing to defy Wang Meng's military orders. Consequently, they no longer urged Zhang Hao to launch an attack on the Yan army.

Lu Xuan also began searching for classics, but having already perused this place thoroughly, he naturally had no need to look through everything one by one and walked straight to the section storing sword-path martial arts techniques.

Hu Tiehua had already reported to the director of the State General Administration of Sports regarding Qin Chang's Three-Star Automobile Co., Ltd., which intended to sponsor the establishment of a new football cup tournament. The total prize pool reached a staggering seven million US dollars, truly shocking and delighting the director.

After pausing for three or four seconds, a fellow even more bewildered than him anxiously put forward his own opinion.

However, being able to obtain the Heaven-Swallowing Bottle and the Yin-Yang Array Flags was already an immense blessing, and once Ying Zheng figured it out, he stopped dwelling on it. As for helping Jie find an inheritor, he hadn't found any suitable raw talent in Great Qin. Countless geniuses existed in Great Qin, yet he hadn't encountered a single pure sword physique; Ying Zheng could only wait for fate.

When Ewing continuously attacked the Lakers from the interior time after time, causing the Lakers to contract their defense more and more, it still failed to stop his scoring. With such an offensive state, in his tactical blueprint, the Lakers should have already failed long ago.

Some of these snowmen were standing, some were crawling, and others were leaning sideways, striking all sorts of poses, but they all shared one common feature: the real human beings encased within the snow. These people had completely lost their vital breath, and thus their bodies were buried under the accumulated snow.

"I don't know. It seems like this tattered flag shattered the Soul Eye of Okada Shinsang," Zhao Bolin said uncertainly.

Hearing this, whether it was the overseers along the edges of the fields or the farmers laboring within them, all burst into loud laughter.

Stripping off his military robe and changing into ceremonial attire, thinking that the most important event of his life was to be completed amidst such circumstances, Zu Qing's handsome face was also filled with bitterness and self-mockery. He didn't even dare to look up at the sky; the twinkling cold stars seemed like the ghost of his father, Zu Yue, gazing at him gloomily, unsure whether it was expressing anger or self-reproach.

Although Gu Chuanyang leaned toward Commander Xu, in his heart he felt that Commander Xu had gone a bit too far by hanging his underwear to dry right at someone else's doorway. Just imagine people entering and exiting their door every day with underwear dangling over their heads—that feeling was particularly unpleasant, and anyone in that position would be furious.