Chapter 39: The Instigator

The three of them nodded, turned, and boarded the aircraft. As the hatch slowly closed, the plane taxied and ascended into the sky.

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, puzzled. He had not expected the King of Spiritual Perception in the Tongtian River to have three Dark Gods as his subordinates.

"Goodbye." Wang Xuan nodded. His feelings toward Lu Feng were now a contradictory mix of wariness and affection, complex and unsettling.

Upon entering the main hall, the Wolf King began to fuss over Yue Li, asking after her repeatedly, while she maintained a polite, smiling response throughout.

Two hundred Flying Eagle fighters instantly surged into the sky. Though dawn had not yet broken, they coordinated with the Guard Division’s special forces to launch targeted strikes against the rear echelons of the Nationalist army.

Once Qin Yu had settled his parents, the Dragon Soul, which had been using secret techniques and dragon aura to heal his wounds, spoke up with a question.

A year later, Yue Li succeeded. She returned, having mastered her craft to become a world-class martial arts expert, her academic pursuits also reaching new heights.

The two sides battled for several hours. Once their internal vital energy was mostly exhausted, they signaled, and both forces began to retreat.

Ma Huilan, the fourth daughter-in-law born in the 1970s, played dumb. She treated her mother-in-law’s words as wind passing by her ears and ignored her scolding as if she were entirely alone.

In the eleventh month of the twelfth year of Jian'an, Liu Bei withdrew from Fancheng to seize Jiangling.

Watching over a thousand warships slowly retreat, the generals of the Gongsun army wore grim expressions. Such a massive naval force filled the entire Han River; crossing it would be no easy feat. If Dong Zhuo were to finish off the Xiliang Ma family and pursue them, they would all be doomed.

Was Huangfu Ye’s tenderness truly so fleeting? Was that moment of gentleness just her own wishful thinking?

During the Three Kingdoms period, the Sun Wu regime had to exhaust the entire nation’s strength to barely subdue the Shanyue. While the current Shanyue were far less powerful than those of that era, the state of Chu was also weaker than Sun Wu, and with the nation in a critical period of reform, provoking the Shanyue militia was unwise.

Sword Ghost unleashed a ruthless backstab, but Gu Fei did not stop, meeting the opponent’s heavy shield head-on with a persistent "Twin Flame Flash" strike.

"Customer, you’ve only paid for one," the old man said, eyes closed and lips smacking. He didn't even look up, his tone flat.

Over the past year, Bai Xuan had vigorously overhauled the military and intensified the training of the reserves. The spirit of the Zhao army had changed drastically; not only were the county reserves better prepared for battle, but the imperial guards and regular troops stationed in Handan had been forged into an elite force under his command—though this remained an elite force on paper, untested in real combat.

Tomorrow, I must push Xiang Yu to the front line at all costs to meet Zhang Bing, and then force a direct confrontation with Old Accountant Xiang. In short, I must grapple with the man surnamed Xiang all day tomorrow.

"What happened?" Huangfu Ye asked in a deep voice. Seeing An Chuhuai’s expression, he knew the situation was dire.

Within the Addis family, several elders questioned the Lord of the Red Cloud Mansion, Baluda. The questioning was not overly severe, as Baluda was a direct descendant with the potential to inherit the clan leadership.

However, the white elephant appearing before Zhou Xuan was different from common ones. Its color was purer, with a slight, semi-translucent quality, as if carved from jade.

Although the competitive gaming craze had faded, the "Mechanical Age" was a guild known to everyone in the flourishing era. Its legendary members were mostly ranked in the global top sixty, occupying two-thirds of the competitive leaderboard; their appearances were known to almost every player.

At that time, the Mother of the Sea Dragons notified him immediately, wanting him to join the fleet. But communication was difficult back then; there were only a few telephones in the entire county. Finding someone was harder than buying grain. By the time the Sea Dragon received the message and returned, damn it, my father and the others had already reached Scythe Island.

The Daoist Zihuang and the monk Liaowu were the two religious figures Hong Fu had encountered over the years. They constantly preached about karma and fate, converting many virtuous people to their faiths, a matter over which Hong Fu had often clashed with them.

Aside from the four major battle squads, all those lingering near the Desolate Heaven Tower were, without exception, incredibly powerful beings.

He Ying’s figure, trailing a series of afterimages, flew before Qin Xuan, the tip of her sword suspended just inches from her chest.

"It’s fine, I’ll go lure them! I’ll go lure even more of them!" Taking Li Yan’s words as mere modesty, Yang Li said excitedly.

"Is this the Primordial Purple Qi? It truly feels so heavy!" Li Yan looked up at the dense purple aura pressing down from above, feeling a surge of excitement.

"Master, is your 'Azure Sea and Cloud Sky' still with you?" Just as Zhang Yi said he couldn't get away, Pier suddenly asked this.

"You... Mu Yuzhi, you will find happiness, but He Qingqing is not a good choice. Take care." Xia Xiaoxiao sighed softly. Even though they were still in the same company, they were now like strangers, destined to remain so.

A-Gan’s status as a bodyguard, Zhou You’s transcendent temperament, and Wang Hao’s reminder gave the flat-topped policeman only ten seconds of thought before he made his decision.

The firebird darted nimbly around the angry, bone-sword-wielding skeleton soldiers. It had no desire to win, yet showed no fear of their immense strength. It simply circled them, dizzying the seemingly sluggish skeletons, whose bones clicked and grated against one another.

A series of questions left Ye Tian consumed by curiosity, yet he had no way to find answers. He suppressed his wonder while desperately trying to contain the increasingly agitated Yin-Sha energy in his Dantian. For some reason, the closer he got to Chen Bingjin, the more restless the energy became.

"No power? How can we perform surgery without power?" The expression on A-Xiong’s face grew increasingly incredulous.

The maids in the main room could no longer restrain themselves. Filled with indignation, they grabbed whatever was at hand—brooms, chairs, sticks—and joined the chaotic fray.

The man’s body trembled. He jerked his head up, and upon seeing the person running toward him, he was overcome with excitement, ignoring his own injuries to rush forward.