Chapter 99: Liupan Mountain

“It’s all gone. Within three hundred li of Yanwei Pass, all the grain has been collected. Of the twenty-three teams sent to other counties to gather grain, only one has returned. Twenty carts of grain for one hundred and fifty thousand people—what use is that?”

“On the fifth day, the granary’s reserves will only suffice for another five days. After that, the city’s defenders will have no food to eat.”

“Amitabha. The corpse king’s domain continues to strengthen. The ‘Lingga Abhadra Great Formation’ can no longer protect Shunan Commandery. There are already living corpses appearing behind Yanwei Pass. General He, please make preparations early.”

Later, Zhou Peipei, who once played Aci, suddenly surged in popularity overnight. Her fame grew, and with it, her temper. She now had to be accompanied by a personal assistant everywhere she went.

Bai Minglei’s face grew grave as he tried to ask more, but Zhang Yue frowned and grabbed his arm. Her palms were sweating slightly; usually cool, they now burned with heat.

“Zuo Junlin, you have finally appeared.” He gazed quietly at the darkening sky outside the window, a mysterious smile creeping to the corners of his mouth.

“Why do you say that?” Li Meijia didn’t quite understand He Yǐyu’s words. She stared at him, puzzled, and asked.

Everyone was expressing the unease in their hearts. When Jian Qi came and left, they could offer no help—power without use. Now, they naturally had to complain properly. This willful demon king was too much; he must not be indulged.

Was it endless mockery, or did it mean business—was he about to unveil the imperial secret torture of the Mo dynasty, to skin her alive, flay her sinews, and rip open her belly? She had no mind to dwell on these thoughts, only wondering how long it would be before she had another chance like the one she just missed.

On one hand, arrangements were made for Jia Xu to pacify the city’s aristocrats and common folk alike, employing a blend of kindness and severity to stabilize order. On the other, orders were given to Lü Bu, Guan Yu, and others to repair the city walls and guard Dai Commandery against further Xianbei incursions.

When Third Uncle spoke, his tone was casual, as if he had asked in passing. Yet it sent a chill through her heart.

Though Chiming had indeed promised to repay the debt of freeing me from the depths of Tian Prison, and often assured he would not go back on his word, when the time came for him to truly aid me, I found myself deeply hesitant.

“Ha ha ha…” The statue laughed again, but this time, it was heartfelt and joyful.

After Shui Fang finished tidying up, Han Chuan, holding a pillow and a walnut-and-red-date pastry, ate until he was about eighty percent full, then fell into a deep sleep, using it as a nap.

Qin Rui did not wield the Sword Emperor this time; relying solely on his own body, he forced open a passage amid the bandits’ blockade. Almost every bandit took a heavy punch from him.

After sliding down for several minutes, everyone’s bodies landed on the ground. Qin Rui immediately grabbed Yang Xiaosu, placing himself beneath her body, then emitted a muffled sound. Fortunately, Qin Rui’s ability to withstand blows had been honed to perfection; otherwise, this would have been a painful lesson.

Hearing those words, I was suddenly gripped by an inexplicable fear, standing there stunned and speechless.

At this moment, Bai Hong’s internal spiritual energy was nearly depleted. Even ordinary mortal-immortal warriors could easily defeat him. Seeing two swords flying toward him, he cursed inwardly—there was no way to dodge this attack.

Though the content was simple, it still illustrated the vastness of Tibet. Chen Feng, who had enjoyed high-speed rail travel, spent the night on this clattering green train.

But they would not idly watch Qin Rui fight alone. As they drew their weapons and advanced, a lightning bolt accompanied by a thunderous roar struck Qin Rui directly, sending him plummeting like a cannonball.

If there was one major difference between this map and the current situation, besides many new roads, rivers, bridges, villages, and city walls being unmarked, it was that Bayuan had already fractured into five kingdoms.

This simple gray hemp robe, like Xingyao’s attire, was woven whole, seamless—not cut and stitched from cloth. He appeared to be around forty, his temples touched by the frost of age, yet his eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see through the world’s mountains and rivers before him.