Volume 1, Chapter 44: The Official Abolition of the Department of Yue History

When Guan Shanhu was casually reading military strategies in his spare time, he came across the phrase, "The truly skilled warrior achieves no renowned reputation for military prowess." He felt this was quite fitting to describe Guan Xiaojun. Later, he also thought that "He who excels in attack moves from above the highest heavens, while he who excels in defense hides beneath the lowest depths of the earth" seemed equally applicable to Guan Xiaojun.

The Fire Walker said, "So you have practiced Wudang sword techniques." He lunged his body against the long sword. Although he wore only ordinary cloth, the blade could not pierce him and instead bounced right off.

The lamplight shone upon her, and those eyes remained clear, dark, and limpid. The light filtered through the window, falling precisely upon her face. Her skin appeared as lustrous as jade, exceedingly delicate and fair.

"What is wrong with the captain, getting so worked up?" Zeping had never seen Captain Sakomizu look this flustered before.

As it turned out, when Zheng Zhong was banishing the evil arts for Ruo Ningyue in the Baohua Mountains, mindful of the trouble he had stirred up in Falling Maple City, he had dispatched Ruyi to continue searching for the whereabouts of the Astral-Han Nectar in Falling Maple City.

Turning the monster toy over and over in his hands, Zhang Shaofei suddenly noticed a strange symbol appear under the monster's foot.

A blaze of fury, fierce as a roaring fire, grew increasingly intense, taking root and climbing like ivy in the depths of the Flower Fairy's heart. She bit down hard on her crimson lips until fresh blood began to seep out, yet she felt not the slightest trace of pain.

"George, what have you made out?" Although Captain Sakomizu could also distinguish the genuine article from the fake, he relied on the power of Zafy within his body; the others possessed no such ability.

Watching her gulp down wine and tear into meat with abandon, while delivering such stirring and inspiring words, I could not help but feel a certain sense of admiration toward her.

Her tone carried an air of disdain and condescension, as if people like them were the undisputed leaders of this society, while ordinary mortals like us were only fit to be ordered about by them.

"Precisely so. Modern consumption pursues a sense of taste. When all is said and forth, it is merely to satisfy a sliver of personal vanity; people nowadays are simply like this." Jiang Qiu'er managed a cosmetics company, so she naturally had a crystal-clear grasp of such consumer psychology.

"What are you looking at? Why the hell don't you try being without a dick?" Xu Ke finally lost all restraint and began to curse furiously. With this outburst, his standing in the hearts of the crowd instantly plummeted to the bottom.

The sky had grown faintly bright. I tidied myself up before presenting myself before the Carefree Prince. My timing was impeccable; the maidservants were just carrying bowls of fragrant rice porridge to the table, causing my mouth to water uncontrollably.

Inside the room, a profound silence fell once more. Everyone was pondering the words Xinlei had just spoken.

The incessant roaring and commotion caused Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina to furrow their brows deeply. They had originally been enjoying the sight of the present-day village, only to be ruthlessly interrupted.

Li Xun’s figure, just as he was about to flee, abruptly halted. He spat fiercely, then desperately urged his Nine-Sun Ruler, intent on escaping.

Yet the Carefree Prince was, after all, the Carefree Prince, and his martial prowess was by no means inferior. For a time, the two of them were evenly matched, each fighting desperately against the other.

However, even with contingency plans in place and the assurance that the capital and the realm remained firmly within his grasp, Duan Muheng still could not find complete peace of mind. As long as Duan Jinrui, the crown prince he cared about most, could not be found for a single day, he likely could not rest easy.

The people of the Tusu Kingdom must have already received the gift, along with those arrangements—those deployments he thought would never be needed. The moment news of his death spread, the chess game would commence. Duan Jinrong, I harbor no expectations for an afterlife; the probability of such a thing is far too low, and I cannot afford to gamble it. What does it matter how the borderlands fare, or what becomes of the realm? What if retribution truly exists in this world?

This place had already left behind the fog-shrouded region. A breeze swept across the dark night sky, soothing the intensely nervous mind of Wang Jie. Countless stars twinkled above the night vault, appearing profoundly deep and vast.

"Very well, since you are asking in the capacity of Cao Peng, then I have nothing to say." The old man had his pride as well.

"Didn't they say they checked to make sure there were no civilians outside? What is the meaning of this?" Song Feizhou raged angrily.

Channeling his dharma spell, the huge bronze cauldron in the air flew above Zu Jun's head, emitting a cyan-green light that enveloped him within it.

Princess Bailong turned even paler. This single slap had left her hand covered in grease, nearly making her vomit from disgust.

What thrilled him was that the hired guards were actually willing to help him. With these mercenaries acting as brawlers, their chances of victory would increase drastically. If he could leverage their strength to swallow up the Winged Tiger Caravan in one fell swoop, his two caravans would grow immensely powerful from that day forward.

At the same time, I suddenly remembered that this person was none other than the young man I had encountered earlier when Liu Lang took me to that mixer—the one who hadn't spoken to me at all, but simply sat to the side playing with his phone! Could this person be a senior from our Business University?

The girl in purple smiled and said, "White-clothed sister, well done! You bind Ni Duoshi, and I shall cut off his head." Extending her hand, she swiftly grasped a blue-gleaming dagger. With a flick of her body, she glided forward, the blue radiance of the blade flashing as she slashed toward Ni Duoshi's neck.

"Blood-Weeping Giant Sword—Appears!" At the critical juncture, Yang Bian instantly magnified the Blood-Weeping Sword, completely shielding Yang Daya. The Water Emperor's water dragon projectiles all slammed directly into one side of the giant blade.

The physical strength exhausted in the previous fierce battle against the beast tide seemed to suddenly regenerate at this moment, every single one of them feeling more energetic and excited than the last.

Having successfully weathered the crisis, Tao Yiliu no longer retreated; instead, he took the initiative and charged fiercely toward Hou Chen. His mental energy and magic power were nearly depleted; if he continued to play defense, he would sooner or later be worn down to death.

Tianci smiled and said, "Old Xiang has now become a four-life samsara traveler. If he wishes to make greater progress, he must accumulate more merits. Old Xiang and Uncle Wang went off together to seek destiny." "Seeking destiny" meant wandering about searching for fortuitous opportunities; this was underworld slang, which Yu Ying happened to understand.