Chapter 49

“This… how is this possible? Then how did my grandfather receive this letter?” Liang Yuan could hardly believe it.

Valiant General: When dueling a general with higher base martial strength, martial strength +7; when dueling a general with equal base martial strength, martial strength +5; when dueling a general with lower base martial strength, martial strength +3. When leading troops into battle, morale of subordinate soldiers increases by an additional 30%.

Su Yan was astonished. Could it be that the forging materials for the Grand Immortal’s Three Realms Heavenly River came from the Three Realms Mountain?

The selection for the First Mountain in this battle could rival the most glorious eras—five in total, with many formidable warriors trapped in the Purgatory Sea, possibly still hopeful of breaking free.

The Divine Arrest Sect was under the control of Prince Ziyan; he appointed Xu Fan as the Divine Arrest Officer without needing the emperor’s consent.

“Why be so polite? Just take it!” When Su Mu refused, Auntie was not the least bit displeased; instead, she stuffed the fruit she was holding into Su Mu’s hands, then nodded a farewell and left, leaving Su Mu standing confused at the doorway.

Reflecting on these moments thick with the “malice” of predecessors, Ye Xuan felt somewhat relieved.

Hearing her speak, Wang Feng was momentarily stunned. He had been worried about the language barrier, but now that she could speak Chinese, it was ideal.

When the long blade appeared, Mu Zhengyang and Xue Liangjun, clad in battle armor, were also startled. Weapons of an A-level warrior were no ordinary arms; the power of this blade was self-evident. If their armor had been struck by this blade, the strong metal might have been torn apart.

However, what no one expected was that Wang Xuan’s real target from the start was not Li Xuanba, but the generals around Li Shimin. In Wang Xuan’s view, as long as he could restrain even one of them, it would be enough to prove himself. As for gaining merit, that would depend on the situation.

Tang Hulu was somewhat frustrated. The prince was in poor health and unable to function fully; he surely couldn’t withstand such shocks, which explained why he momentarily felt weak and unsteady. She understood.

Xiao Fengxi’s frown deepened. Folding her arms across her chest, she gazed thoughtfully and remained silent.

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The coastal city was unexpectedly windy and cold, especially at night, the wind biting painfully into the skin. They had already experienced this on their way here. The two glanced outside the window, both unwilling to venture out again to find a new internet café, so neither mentioned switching.

Zhao Yingning flipped through the royal blue silk shirt. Though the stitching was somewhat rough, it was clear each stitch was made with great care.

“But isn’t this a bit inappropriate…” Although Xiang Jingdi and He Yue were close, their relationship hadn’t reached the level of Murayama.

Yinger was surprised; it turned out the hairpin the lady had lost was picked up by her son-in-law. The fates of these two masters were truly destined.

Tang Juyi’s eyes were calm, yet beneath that calm lay intense pride, as if he were a hunter gazing at a caged bird, scrutinizing Duan Qiu with a calculating stare.

However, as he turned to look for his father, Bai Fengyi, a man in a blue robe suddenly collided with him.

Taking Qi Yeyan’s pulse, then carefully checking it, he pulled silver needles from his bag and inserted a few, followed by administering medicine.

“Uncle, our actions must remain covert!” Hattori Heiji beside him reminded helplessly.

Whether Han soldiers or Qiang and Di tribesmen, all within ten zhang felt the deafening roar.

By the time he arrived at the hospital, he saw Qiao Mimi standing at the entrance, her cheek swollen and red.

“By the way, I haven’t thanked my senior brothers for their lifesaving help earlier. Zheng Chen expresses his gratitude now.” These men called Zheng Chen “Seventh Junior Brother,” and although he hesitated, he responded with “Senior Brother.”

“Anyi has the Western Qin Pavilion Marquis distributing grain to relieve the disaster. Why doesn’t the elder take his grandson there?” Liu Fan asked, puzzled.

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“Grass is definitely out of the question.” Li He, eavesdropping behind the three, suddenly spoke, startling them, and they all turned to look at him.

Upon entering, he immediately shouted at the waiter as if he had ignited gunpowder, all because there were a few more customers at noon.

The Liu Shuanggen family had already set the table, but per Liu Zhang’s rules, no one was to touch the food until Liu Shancang appeared. So at this moment, Liu Shuanggen lay inert on the bed, while Liu Zhang no longer wore her usual cheerful mask outside but cursed him with the harshest words.

“But I don’t like you!” Xu Tian’s words instantly froze the atmosphere, plunging the room into silence.

Under Chen Fan’s nearly reckless punch exchange, the Lord of Mount Tai cursed him a madman before withdrawing his fists, sullenly evading Chen Fan’s blows.

“Ha ha, Uncle Sizhao, what are you doing here!” Two people emerged from the alley, one after another. The leading child, about eleven or twelve, was dressed splendidly and handsome; behind him was an older youth of eighteen or nineteen, wearing a sword and sharp-eyed. Jia Chen peeked cautiously from the corner—it was the same two he had met at the inn, guests staying there.

Outside the carriage, those who saw Li Yue’s party wore varied expressions. Some whispered, others wore inscrutable looks.

This was a heavy blow to Wu Ming’s heart, the greatest betrayal to his kindness, so much so that after Ye Hailun left, Wu Ming lay on a bench in the park, unable to sleep.

In truth, Wu Ming could no longer swallow properly; jokingly, his breathing had even stopped. How could he possibly still swallow? But Ding Yan, trusting Wu Ming implicitly, squeezed the milk from her own body and forcefully filled his mouth.