Volume One, Chapter 86: Suffering a Setback

Ma Yan and Dong Yaozu were practically glaring holes into Su Ningxia!
“You wretched girl, just you wait!”
Seeing this, Su Ningxia turned directly to the squad leader and said, “Look at them! They dare to threaten me right in front of you. If we leave this place, won’t they just kidnap me?”
“And he even sneaked into the school, trying to do that sort of thing to a woman. I demand severe punishment—he should be fined and imprisoned!”
Wang Shouren spoke coldly, trying hard to keep a cool expression on his face, but because of his wounds, he occasionally let out a pained groan.
“Farewell!” With a wicked smile, the Enchantress swept straight toward the next great hall, while her subordinates hacked Tang Lingci to death with their blades.
Ogata Anzu sneered but couldn’t help asking out of curiosity, “Be honest, who is this shrine really dedicated to? Don’t tell me it’s actually you?” She still found it hard to believe.
Sure enough, just as Zhang Tao had said, a few days later Prince Ning entered the capital. What’s more, the Jinyiwei captains discovered that before entering the city, he’d stayed outside for half a day, as if he’d buried something underground.
On the night of the fourth day of the fifth month, Yan Eleven had nearly memorized the entire section on ghost arts. Though there were still many things he didn’t understand, a new world had opened up to him, and he realized the realm of spirits was far more intricate than he’d imagined.
Wu Yi was truly simple-minded. As soon as he disembarked, he carried the two boxes of pastries Si Tu Xuejiao had prepared straight to the Mu residence.
Once more, after expressing their gratitude to Master Jiechen, Wu Yi and his companions began to pack for their journey to Shanghai, where they would accept Iga Yu’s challenge.
“The Lady has suffered a stroke and can’t stand any more shocks. It’s best not to let her see anyone,” Madame Yao agreed.
But Su Xuan had never imagined that the original Zhang Danfeng hadn’t died after all. He’d survived and, by some twist of fate, had even paid Su Xuan ten yuan to pretend to be his father.
Yun Yuexi was now utterly out of control, mumbling to herself and sinking completely into her own world.
He wanted to stir up trouble openly; Soul-Burying Island was just a pretext. Only by throwing the Empty Moon Continent into chaos would he have an opportunity. After all, the prominent families entering next year were nothing more than ants—the real powers were those like the Vermillion Bird Clan. Tang Ye’s goal was to force them out as well.

In the original history, these two years Emperor Taizong personally led campaigns against Goguryeo, and during those wars, Fang Xuanling suffered greatly.
The native inhabitants of the plane were filled with dread and unease by such upheavals. Half a month ago, two demon lords had turned their peaceful lives upside down. Now, something else was about to happen.
Lin Geng’s expression was grim. By this point, how could he not see the vast gap in strength between himself and Tang Ye? He glanced around, then decisively snatched up his long saber and strode away.
Though the Divine Elixir Cauldron was still only of black iron grade, with Elder Can around, there was no need to worry about medicinal ingredients on this continent.
We’d barely entered when Qin Jianghao’s phone rang—it was Zhang Fukai calling. We’d just joked about how stingy he was, and now, under the same roof, he was already making such extravagant calls.
That winter, Feng Gou’er from West Slope Village traveled with a cargo caravan of North-South Sundries to Chang’an.
Blood Shadow staggered to his feet, picked up the iron spear from the ground, and pointed it at Tang Ye from afar, roaring his defiance.
“Junior brother, for the sake of our master, help me this once,” Xu Ziheng sent a message to Wang Xu.
But Mei Yubao didn’t feel tired at all; compared to his previous physical labor, this was easy. Every time he climbed the stairs, he couldn’t help but scorn those city folk who whined about being tired yet still went jogging in the mornings—so pretentious.
“Even though you’re up and about, you still need a few more days to recover,” the wet nurse said, carrying a bowl of bone broth to the mirror.
Liao Shishan said, “We can’t just let this matter go. We still need to send someone to investigate what happened back then.” Yet such an investigation would take time, and for now, there was nothing to be done.
Even being a concubine would be unfair to Xu Yan; who could accept such a thing?
Sun Rubing nodded. She had already acknowledged Xu Yan’s abilities; a wave of joy swept through her heart, mixed with deep sympathy. Such a Xu Yan was the product of many hardships.
“Married off to Yanghe? It’s not far, but visits won’t be so frequent in the future,” Lu Qingyi sighed.
But they had never anticipated that Yu Zhengdao would be able to mobilize the Peng City police. Faced with people from the same department, they were at a loss, especially since they hadn’t coordinated with them beforehand.

Although Lin Han didn’t fully understand, he knew this guy was obsessed with two-dimensional women, constantly “changing wives,” insisting that his true love lay in the world of anime and that real life was meaningless.
In battle, the vanguard suffered the highest casualties but were also the most elite. Their job was to tear open enemy formations, disrupt their rhythm, and allow the rest of the troops to rout them without hesitation.
First came the opening ceremony, lasting about ten minutes. Each of the twelve teams sent a representative to the stage for introductions.
No matter what, Qin Wu always found reasons to nitpick—she always had some excuse to call things unsightly.
A Grandmaster of Martial Arts could project internal energy outward, using it to harm, charge, or defend. Only those who had mastered the use of internal force to perfection could be called a Grandmaster.
In the end, Liu Bo could only comfort himself by blaming his own mistake. Otherwise, he would never have believed anyone could take a bullet with their bare hands.
Inside the car, the two sat in silence, the air thick with unease. Yi Lian felt anxious, stealing glances at the taciturn man beside her.
At the same time, at the foot of the volcano at the center of Azure Pavilion Island, hundreds of thousands watched the ceaseless ripples in the sky, gazing at the figure standing above.
Chu Ze knew this was something good. Without hesitation, he accepted the ice crystal. Instantly, his palm filled with gentle warmth, not nearly as cold as its name suggested. The two of them looked at each other and suddenly found themselves trapped in an awkward silence.
Then, Lan Yuxuan’s expression was dreamlike as she stared at her hand, now entwined with Tan Tai Yuqin’s. It all felt unreal—her feet moved, but her eyes never left their joined hands.
There was another little-known fact: Spirit Grass never grew alone. It was always accompanied by another highly spiritual herb, usually growing at its roots, making it very difficult to find.