Volume 1, Chapter 27: Jiang Wenhua Lays an Ambush

Ling Yun sighed helplessly and retreated from the room in silence. Once again, only the grandfather and grandson remained, as if no one had ever entered, yet the room felt suddenly colder and more desolate.

Their rooms were directly across from each other, allowing them to see one another the moment they opened their doors, just like their dormitory back at the youth academy—a detail that made Ludwig very excited.

But most importantly, as a lord—even though she was a fallen angel, her rank still placed her among the Archdevils—Zariel had come to Dis without using a planar portal. Regardless of her intentions, Dispater had reason to believe this was a provocation from Avernus toward Dis.

"Big brother, stop asking! Let me take the credit for this!" No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhuge Di’s eyes lit up.

Suddenly, he recalled last year, when overprotecting Jing Yiren had caused her to lose her circle of friends, leading to her depression.

"Some time ago, the Zhongming Mountains were in turmoil, and those demonic creatures launched a massive attack, so the Clan Leader took the family disciples to support the front lines," the Great Elder said with a hint of worry.

"Swish!" The third-order mutant rat rushed to the front, followed by the second-order, then the first-order, and behind them were those with no supernatural abilities at all.

Black markings could be seen crawling up her left hand, much like the ones on Luo Feng’s face.

Seemingly sensitive to Feng Qingcang’s emotional fluctuations, Pei Shiyu immediately understood that he must have been thinking of Qiao Tian.

Qi Ran closed her eyes, unwilling to look at anyone; she no longer had any attachment to this world.

"Humph! Pathetic!" the ninth-order stone beast sneered, looking down at the disciples of the Medicine King Pavilion lying on the ground. It was in no hurry to kill them; it had merely injured them to prevent any chance of escape. It decided to torture these humans slowly, just as humans hunted spirit beasts, ensuring they would not die too comfortably.

Chang Hefeng’s expression changed. This was a special ritual within the Confucian School—an act of clearing one’s heart before the Confucian Sage. Any violation would surely invite the Sage's wrath and divine punishment.

The purpose of sending the ship to Zhongzuosuo this time was to buy Zhu Chenggong some time. According to the intermittent reports, Nanjing had been as solid as a fortress until February, but there had been no news since. Therefore, Zhu Chenggong decided to export some of their technological achievements there.

He rubbed his aching neck, thinking of the great battle he had witnessed just as he left the Lanfu Palace.

She glanced sideways at Ning Xiao. His arm was still draped across her waist. She tentatively gripped his arm to move it away, but he seemed alert, not budging an inch.

He said almost immediately, "How could this be? This maid..." He looked at Ya Hui, who was lying on the ground, and felt he had no impression of her whatsoever.

Seeing him so resolute, several court officials began to believe him, fearing they might have truly wronged him. Only a few, like General Tiger-Might Cao Yi, stubbornly refused to let him go.

However, things just happened to be that coincidental. A few unruly children were playing and running when they rushed out from a blind spot. Jiang Baoqing, who happened to be passing by, could not dodge in time and was bumped into.

The arrivals were disciples of the Xuanling Sect, known for their skill in beast taming. They had tracked the demonic aura overflowing from the two beasts' fight, arrived quickly, and hid to observe the situation.

After the "Yuedan Commentary" incident, the two rogues hit it off immediately, truly feeling like they had met too late.

"Soldiers, listen to my command! The moment to build our merits and establish our legacy is now! Follow me into the pass!" With a shout, Ning Meng was the first to charge into the pass.

"Big brother is of noble status; I assume you lack for nothing here. I brought a few jars of fine wine as a small token of my sincerity." Xiao Ming had men move the large wine jars from the ox cart.

The first floor of the shopping mall was quiet, save for the pleasant light music playing. It was an upscale mall, and since few people usually came here to shop—plus the first floor sold jewelry and cosmetics, both luxury goods—there were even fewer customers.

Behind him, Wang Ping, having gained the advantage, was unwilling to give it up; he spurred his horse and chased after him, brandishing his iron staff.

As for the position of Sikong, it was created purely for show; to King Wuzhao Li Si, it was an entirely dispensable role.

Although everyone could not quite understand it, the parties involved had already clarified the matter, and since they did not want to say more, the others naturally stopped dwelling on the issue.

Zeng Ge’s temper was something Chu Yun knew well. Could he have gotten into some trouble? An internet café was already a place where people of all sorts gathered, and as luck would have it, this was the day before the competition.

The second effect was that the passage of someone like Li Xian had stirred a competitive spirit within the hearts of the scholars who had traveled from far-off vassal states.

The engagement hall was decorated with exquisite complexity. There were not many guests, but every one of them was from the upper echelons of society.

Mo Lan ignored their exchange and acted as background scenery, not even bothering to look up. Neither of these two was someone she could afford to provoke; at least for now, she had to show weakness.

He looked over at that moment, wearing an unusually flashy blue-and-white striped shirt today. Even to the untrained eye of Ruoxi, the craftsmanship was clearly quite sophisticated—perfectly tailored, crisp, and handsome.

Tang Sen and Liu Shisan had bloodshot eyes, roaring loudly as they engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the advancing players from the three major guilds.

However, the situation suddenly changed. Amidst the sound of drums and horns, the Yuan Xi army, which had been waiting nearby, began to move.

"Bad!" Mo Lan faintly rejected Wolf Two. This guy really had no filter; if it provoked her, she would simply ignore it.

Seeing that Mo Chen had fainted, she hurriedly opened the car door and dragged him toward the emergency room entrance.

Qiao Yang pushed him away angrily, but he grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and pecked her lips lightly.

"It’s not too late for you to stop now. At worst, you’ll just go through a few more cycles of reincarnation!" The Wind God looked at his old friend, not wanting to fight to the death.