38 My Unfortunate Childhood Sweetheart (11)

This surge of adrenaline lasted less than ten minutes. The number of players from the Burial Moon guild plummeted rapidly to fewer than five thousand, while the God Clan players remained as numerous as ants—at least two hundred thousand strong—an inexhaustible tide.

From the provincial governor's office down, the majority of prefectural and county government offices in Guangxi Province had been driven by the Taiping Army into the neighboring provinces of Guizhou, Yunnan, Guangdong, and Hunan.

But why would he help himself while remaining on the sidelines? Would Chen Langya really disdain such a golden opportunity to rise to prominence? One had to realize that the victor of this event would undoubtedly be hailed as a hero throughout Zhejiang University.

In Jiang Zhongyuan's view, if he continued to cling to rigid conventions, not only would he lose all military advantage, but he feared even Luzhou would soon be renamed to bear the Hong surname.

Of course, the consequence for a cultivator who detonates their primordial spirit is total annihilation of both body and soul—the most absolute form of death. There is no chance of reaching the underworld, nor any possibility of practicing as a loose immortal. Therefore, despite the immense destructive power such an act possesses, few cultivators dare to resort to it.

Princess Jingrou understood this point, which was why she treated He Ya with such grace. What made the Princess even more eager to welcome He Ya, however, was hearing that while He Ya was staying with the Liao family in Jiangling, she had grown quite close to that pair of siblings from the Lu family. Desperate to learn more about the Lu siblings, Princess Jingrou set her sights on He Ya.

The combined naval and land forces numbered seventeen thousand soldiers and braves. Their banners obscured half the sky, and their clamor echoed for a hundred miles.

"Understood, Brother Huo." Lu Hong nodded, cupped his hands in a salute to Huo Qingsong, and then boarded the carriage to depart.

Seeing the expression on the richly dressed young master, Lu Xiang'er’s heart sank. If he coveted her beauty, wanting both the distillery techniques and her person, then she was truly in trouble. She was currently in his hands; if he harbored any devious intentions, she had absolutely no way to resist.

"I knew you were a kind-hearted child," Qin Zheng smiled, his fingers brushing through her yellowed hair as a flicker of sorrow crossed his eyes.

But having already committed to the dive, Shi Mu had no choice but to bite the bullet, secure the kill on Ying Zheng, and use his second skill to dash out of the tower range. The tower strike followed instantly, and Shi Mu’s second skill was still on cooldown.

As he gently blew on the second spoonful of medicinal soup, Lu Bu stared with undivided attention at the liquid, completely unaware that Yan Wei on the daybed had opened her eyes, watching his focused face.

To prevent Shouzhang City from being slaughtered in a fit of Cao Cao's rage, these people had chosen to surrender the city! Originally, the people of Shouzhang had not been particularly welcoming to Sun Ce and his men; Qiao Rui had even been turned away from the gates by them previously. Seeing Sun Ce defeated by the Cao army once more, it was no surprise they would take such action.

There were only one thousand villas in the Starry Garden. Clearly, this was the worst among them, yet even so, it far surpassed an ordinary residence.

"You could have said so earlier." Ji Jiu'er breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, having been so tense that the hair on his arms had stood on end.

Lu Hao watched the villa from afar, wondering to himself: how could such a wealthy young heiress end up working as an art teacher at a school?

"Forget it, you may leave." The manager’s expression was inscrutable. He had met every alchemist in the city, but the one who had just appeared was truly a stranger.

In the imperial court, he seemed like a rootless duckweed, yet he was close friends with Qin Huaiyu, Cheng Chuliang, Li Yesi, Fang Yi'ai, and Du He. Every one of those five youths was a future imperial son-in-law, and more terrifyingly, each had a figure of immense influence standing behind them.

Ye Yue felt as though his intelligence was failing him. He had counted along with the others, and from the first floor to the one they were currently standing on, there was no doubt they had walked ten flights of stairs.

At this moment, Wan Peng also realized that He Yong only intended to frighten Qin Fan; otherwise, he would have fired long ago rather than waiting until now. Although Qin Fan’s skills were impressive, even the greatest martial artist feared a kitchen knife, let alone someone holding a gun. If it went off by accident, that would be no laughing matter.

He was a phoenix, a spirit beast that had evolved into a human. Back then, he was merely a creature under the command of the Guiyuan Buddha. Because of his natural brilliance, he had studied Buddhist teachings alongside the Buddha, and through constant exposure, his cultivation had progressed with remarkable speed.

They all knew that no matter who stepped forward, it would be of no use; only if the Great Elders came would there be any room for the day’s situation to ease.

"Since Lord Ye is so hospitable, if I were to refuse, it would truly be ungrateful. Rest assured, Lord Ye, when I return to the King, I will certainly speak well of you and ensure the King feels more at ease regarding your affairs." Zhuge Jinnian’s smile remained constant, appearing extremely gentle and pleased.

Wang Kai also saw through the reality of his opponents and, at this moment, mentally tagged this RPG team with a concise impression.

Mu Qianxun had never approved of Ye Chen having any involvement with Zisang Xiao, and now that her wish had been granted, Leng Hao had somehow been dragged into it as well.

Hui Xiang applied a thin layer of powder to Mu Ye’s face, and in the bronze mirror, a face that was already delicate and lovely was adorned until it was almost breathtakingly vibrant.

The 7th and 8th battalions retreated to the two-to-three-hundred-meter defensive line. Commander Miao said to Li Gui, "War always claims lives. Let’s not dwell on that for now. Battalion Commander Li, take your men and go reinforce the defensive line..." Li Gui saluted, accepted the order, and left.