Volume 1, Chapter 43: Liu Changqing of the Liu Family

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With a bang, the bullet tore through Gu Tiancheng’s temple. Du Keshi had not seen exactly how he died, and he did not want to. Too many people had died. This all had to end.

Miss Dong’s face was flushed with shame and indignation, its rosy hue as lovely as the clouds glowing on the horizon. Her eyes were filled with stubborn resolve. “Li Cuiwei, I have great use for this headdress. Why must you compete with me for it? I am determined to have it today.” She then added another fifty ounces of silver to her bid.

The scene continued to play out in her mind. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer herself, but the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox… He remembered his feelings for Hu Yan, and he remembered the love and hatred churning through his blood after a thousand years of unconsciousness.

Naturally, yellow came next. There were still more than thirty student numbers, and the captains would be chosen at random. The uproar from below the stage was already deafening, but the true excitement was yet to come.

He had always been the local bully of the Southern Commandery. He had opened a gambling house in the city, and because he secretly colluded with the authorities, he had long acted with impunity, bullying and swindling the common people.

Yu Yajie repeatedly warned herself that the moment the door opened, she had to charge inside. She also believed that Du Keshi, who was still smiling now, would certainly help her force the door open.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Xing’s expression changed. He clenched his fists, dark flames flickering in his eyes. “Why can you do it while I cannot?”

Mei Ruxue rebuked him sharply, then suddenly curled her lips. “The only one he loves is his sixteenth wife. You resemble her in temperament, which is why he favors you so much.”

Zhang Xintong had not known that Rita was missing, and that was not particularly strange. Everything had happened so suddenly that, while she was dealing with various matters at the scene, it might never have occurred to her to think of Rita. Besides, she had not been very cooperative when questioned by the police earlier, so it was understandable that Rita had slipped her mind.

Even Peach Blossom looked at her young master in disapproval. Helping others was an act of virtue and charity—how could he take advantage of someone in distress?

Nor did she feel that she owed Mu Ci any special thanks for saving her, because she had paid for it with the whole of her life.

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The Emperor specially appointed Luo Cheng as General of the Tiger-Fang Cavalry and bestowed upon him the seal of Vanguard General for the Liaodong campaign. He ordered Luo Cheng to lead his troops across the Liao River on the first day of the New Year in the eighth year of the Daye era, entering Liaodong as the vanguard and serving as the advance force of the million-strong army to scout the enemy’s movements.

Another man snorted. “So what? We were only ordered to watch this family and prevent them from sending her away or switching her with someone else. We were never ordered to protect her.”

“Didn’t eat?” Seeing that the Divine Lord Erlang did not answer, Feng Ge grew somewhat displeased. The faint smile on her face almost failed to hold.

I had never intended to come looking for you, you wretched beast. Since you ran into me yourself, so be it—but you even had to make trouble. If I don’t beat you, whom should I beat?

“She has always been tough.” Yang Taoxi curled her lips, recalling the lofty and unyielding Tian Jiao of her previous life.

Lu Qingyuan had only been stabbed once in the abdomen. It was not particularly serious; he merely needed time to recover and could not exert himself for the moment, lest the wound reopen.

“Director Quan, which class does this student belong to? How could someone of this caliber possibly be admitted?” Xu Dongle questioned Director Quan furiously. The force of his words, accompanied by flying spittle, completely overwhelmed the director.

At that time, Qingzhi had believed that they could live in Dali for several decades. To avoid arousing the suspicions of the mortals around them, they might have to move constantly.

Still, escaping would not be easy. The supply troops at the rear were mainly composed of Nikan aha. To put it nicely, they were transport soldiers; to put it bluntly, they were mostly slaves. They could take up blades and fight, but their main duties were things like cleaning the battlefield and creating diversions. Charging into the thick of battle was beyond them.

The old and cunning Yellow Robe was at his most comfortable at that moment. The sensation of an endless stream of vitality brought by the Eight-Gate Rejuvenation Divine Art was truly exquisite.

And then there was nothing more. Many people had openly or secretly waited to see a fierce struggle between Jiang Yun and Feng Xiang. Yet Feng Xiang had become low-key. She neither apologized to Jiang Yun nor said that she would let him off, but she stopped going to Spirit City to interfere with him.

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All that could be seen was the Ten Thousand Souls Banner hanging high in the air. The souls of all those heavenly soldiers had been drawn into the banner’s soul realm. At least a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers had been killed—enough to raise every remaining soul within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to the peak of the Supreme Golden Immortal realm.

However, considering that killing a fellow sect member would bring him no benefit if word got out, and might even offend certain people, he thought it over and merely crippled the man’s dantian.

He trudged through the snow, one step deep and one step shallow, each footfall producing a crisp crunch. Li Chuyi lifted his head and gazed toward the vast white distance, a trace of weariness on his face.

I cast a startled glance at Xu Jingtian’s body. How could the old man’s constitution withstand something this icy? By all rights, at his age he should have been especially unable to tolerate wind, cold, and such frigid things.

Even so, none of them dared to celebrate. The most crucial problem was expenditure.

“Abu, it is time to be on our way. You have worked hard for far too long. Come sleep in the gourd for a while,” Jiang Yun ordered.

The moment Ma Ning’s figure vanished, Liu Youyuan’s expression changed. His obsequious grin hardened into an iron mask, and his shiftless air was replaced by an expression of grave, intense tension. He straightened, seized his long saber, glanced from side to side, and walked alone toward the other end of the city wall.

As he walked forward, he reached out and took Cheng Wanying’s hand. At the same time, he secretly circulated his thunder aura to ensure that the beauty’s body received the warmth it needed.

With a loud smack, the big red lips kissed Fu Qian on the cheek. Fu Qian seemed to freeze for a moment. He cast a hurt look at Daddy, only to find Daddy covering his face and refusing to look at him.

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