Volume 1, Chapter 63: Spoils of War, Three Consecutive Promotions

Liu Hong ascended the imperial steps in a daze, then withdrew behind the screen. He did not dismiss the court; he was utterly filled with disappointment.

Due to the influence of internal energy, the face mask became difficult to control under these circumstances, and it flew straight toward Fang Li.

Hearing my denial, Shen Haoying did not speak, but sat quietly instead. Upon arriving at the township hospital, he got out of the car, and guided by me, came to the emergency department. To my utter helplessness, however, that swollen and bruised wrist had now inexplicably returned to normal.

Although Anyi City could not compare with metropolises like Chang'an and Luoyang, it was still a renowned major city in the north, retaining its prosperity even in the twilight of the Han Dynasty.

Lin Hai gave a bitter, helpless smile; this technique of soul eradication was something that should never be used as long as there was even a sliver of a chance at survival.

"A brilliant strategy, a brilliant strategy..." Jing Xiang had wrung his brain dry, yet still could not come up with any other marvelous plan to deploy.

Qiao Mimi opened the door to see who had come, only to find Nurse Wang, who was on very close terms with Su Xue'er, accompanied by two other nurses. She had never heard of delivering meals requiring so many nurses before.

After the swords Xihe and Wangshu were forged, and before the great war with the Illusory Mystic Realm began, Master Zonglian had vaguely sensed that the power of the twin swords was overly tyrannical. As Junior Uncle Xuanxiao and Senior Sister Suyu continued to make breakthroughs in their cultivation, this premonition of his grew increasingly intense.

What Qiao Mimi never expected was that directly behind this hotel lay such a vast sea, where the waves stirred up casually here could easily rise higher than a person.

"We'll get married tomorrow." Wang Yingning let out a soft hum, raised her head, and planted a loud kiss on Xiao Jian's cheek.

Under normal circumstances, the news should have reached Seagod Island long ago. Although Seagod Island was very far from the mainland, it was definitely not a place completely cut off from gathering information.

"Bang!" Man Zhangzhi kicked the stool before him far away, panting heavily with rage, unable to recover his composure for a long time.

"How about this? It's about time for dinner, so let's go get something to eat first. We can talk while we eat." Lin Bingrou, however, was growing rather anxious now; since the orchard had already been taken over by the village, she simply had no mangoes to offer.

General Chen crossed his arms and leaned slightly back against his seat, acting very much like a boss. Having served as an official for years, Ruan Qingchen naturally was not afraid of him.

Though lying on the cold bed, she felt nothing at all. Everything around her was so silent; whenever this time came, her mind would usually wander—yet what good was thinking so much after all?

The heavenly vessel entered the passage, surrounded by flowing light and vibrant colors, with various scenes flashing past like a revolving lantern.

The deck was made of high-grade timber, and hard objects could easily scratch the surface wax and beautiful grain. At the same time, footwear like leather shoes made it very easy for people to slip and encounter danger.

Su Wuxia had also realized the vital importance of tempering one's vital blood and physical essence; a powerful spirit allowed for a better command of magical power and increased the might of spells. However, all of this had to be built upon a foundation of physical vigor and blood—only when the body kept pace could the true power of the soul be unleashed.

Among these tied-up factions, there were shockingly disciples clad in the inner-sect attire of the True Origin Immortal Sect.

"Regarding the situation over there, I think we have to step in and help." Black Pupil pointed his blade toward the distant beach, where the dark-armored figure that had been actively resisting the pirates was suddenly sent flying backward, slashed away by a man with unkempt hair wielding a curved saber.

The Third Prince and the Third Princess? The gazes of the commoners shifted instantly. These were legendary figures; one might not even catch a glimpse of them at the feet of the imperial capital, let alone in such a remote and impoverished backwater as this! In an instant, everyone inside and outside the county yamen dropped to their knees in kowtow.

"How does the boss have time to visit today?" Hu Baibai walked out from behind the counter, looking somewhat surprised.

To Jiutian, this name sounded undeniably like a dark culinary creation, but when tasted, it unexpectedly made one's eyes light up. The rich, milky aroma of the ice cream, blended with fine, shredded fish fibers, instead produced an exotic and unusual texture.

However, the mood evoked by the soothing music influenced her nonetheless. The nervousness that ought to have accompanied serving dishes, taking orders, and speaking with customers vanished. Looking at the relaxed expressions on the guests' faces and feeling the inner peace within herself, Miyu Mitsuha found herself unable to work up her anxiety as she had before.

If the bottom lane collapsed as well, then the Commoner faction would essentially suffer a collective catastrophic meltdown. By then, SKT would truly become unstoppable, gods blocking them would be slain and Buddhas blocking them would be slaughtered, with no one left able to hold them back.

Su Ruhui frowned slightly. As for the primary wife of Crown Prince Gan Lin, Dowager Jiayi had practically spelled out who it was for everyone. At present, Su Ruhui, Zhou Yi'er, Lady Danzhu, and Zhang Juan were merely eyeing the positions of crown prince's concubine or queen to figures like Prince Chu Ganran and Gantang.

He had not originally thought much of Mao Leyan, assuming a little bit of effort would be enough to handle her. Now, seeing her on good terms with the current prime minister and acquainted with Prince Jing as well, he could not help but increase the weight he assigned to her in his mind.

To suppress Ye Menglong, relying solely on her own supportive powers would fail to pose any effective threat to him.

Stop putting on an act. Helan Yao ripped the blanket off Long Shaoyan, straddled his waist, grabbed him by the collar, and said excitedly, "I solved that formidable rival Long Peng for you, shouldn't you thank me?" She had already thought of her reward.

Witnessing this scene, Wang Sheng remained outwardly calm, but Mei'er's eyes were filled with increasing amusement. Such actions by Tantai Xia and Sister Rose were akin to two pledges of allegiance, binding them firmly to Wang Sheng and leaving Mei'er feeling all the more reassured.

Having dealt with Master Yu, Wang Sheng finally gained some genuine peace and quiet, allowing him to return to his cultivation chamber to ponder his cultivation techniques and experiment with the combination of the Character-Movement Technique and ultrasonic hearing.

Sneaking into the room carrying breakfast with a sheepish expression, Lin Qingchen sat down beside the dining table with a flattering air. "Didn't I come specifically to bring you breakfast?" she cajoled with a cheeky smile.

Han Jing did not move her feet, only gazing at Chen Fan with a complex expression. She had the heart to try and persuade him otherwise, but could only let out a helpless sigh the next moment.

Before the families of Tang, Meng, Lin, and Bai could even react, they already saw Yun Yang leading Tang Xuan to appear before them. His pristine white robe was completely free of bloodstains, and the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword at his waist remained still unsheathed.