Volume One, Chapter 46: The Triumphant General

In the past, he never paid much attention to this; both of his previous wives had little interest in money. But upon reflection, he realized that living idly off his dwindling resources might not be entirely appropriate. Qin Yang knew that Yu Youwei must have endured a difficult time during those days, yet no one had ever told him exactly how she was faring.

Ni Yuyi felt a strong impulse to rush over and explain everything to Xu Han’s homeroom teacher, but reason held him back. Matters like these couldn’t be handled recklessly. Others wouldn’t dare touch him, but Xu Han was a different matter—they had no qualms about him, and he couldn’t afford to take such risks.

Jiu Yue was overwhelmed with emotion. Just moments ago, these people had been full of complaints, but now, one by one, they stood up to protect Su Banxia. Every effort her dear Xia Xia had made had not been in vain. Perhaps these people were selfish, greedy, cunning, or harsh, but at this moment, they were all kind-hearted, ordinary folk.

The Eight Trigrams Formation had not yet been activated, but the most crucial nodes had already perished. The assassins, upon hearing this, fled in terror. They all dreaded Bei Ming Ao. From the outset, they had suspected this mission would be a one-way trip, but they had no choice but to obey orders. Now that their leader was dead, they scattered like startled birds and beasts.

If not for caring for him, how could he appear so haggard, his face streaked with blood, his beard grown so long?

When she and He Zhan arrived at the village chief’s residence, they were told the chief had contracted the plague and suffered a high fever for two days. He had locked himself in his room, ready to await death.

“Heh, Miaomiao, listen to me. I wasn’t sure at the time, right? Besides, I’d looked into it for a long time and even got Second Brother and the others to help, but we found nothing. Big Brother definitely didn’t want you to worry, so I didn’t say anything.” Si Chen tried to explain as gently as possible, hoping Miaomiao would understand.

Instead of hurrying to practice that mysterious sword technique, Mingxin first walked to the tree, pressed her palm against the trunk of the Seven-Treasure Glazed Tree, and calmed her mind to communicate with it. The tree was exactly 1,841 years old, with another 159 years before it would bear fruit again. Mingxin could sense the astonishing, surging spiritual energy within.

Slender fingers struck the final key, and the luxurious, antique ivory piano released a perfect, lingering cadence. When the piece ended, the haunting notes seemed to circle the hall. After a moment of silence, the ballroom erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Hua Tuo knelt by Yan’er’s side, carefully examined her, then took a porcelain vial from his pocket, poured out a pill, and placed it in her mouth before removing his gourd to administer more medicine.

All sorts of makeshift items were wielded as weapons by Lily of the Valley’s students. Eventually, they even grabbed a fire extinguisher to spray Duan Yingjun, trying to disrupt his vision so others could stab him from behind.

The demon’s white garments were indeed as Chen Qingqiu had imagined—exquisitely soft to the touch and likely very expensive.

When the fleet was ordered to turn back, Liu Xie began to alter his strategic plan. He sent the first wave of fifty thousand soldiers back to the homeland along with the ships, while the second wave of Han troops, another fifty thousand, remained behind. All supplies except for flour were left as well.

The next day, as he worked, Cheng Yong was noticeably in low spirits—especially whenever he saw a police car pass by. At those moments, his mind seemed elsewhere.

Upon leaving the prison, the generals boarded Li Ru’s carriage, while Duan Yingjun switched to horseback, riding alongside. Even though they all suspected the assassin was up to something, with Lü Bu already present, they had no choice but to wait until he left to find another way to interrogate the man.

“No, no, as the matchmaker, you must have some way to persuade the other side for me!” Xiang Gaozhen, eager for marriage, didn’t care if You Yuexi could manage it or not.

In a real game world, even if Zhuang Yi were bold, he wouldn’t dare act so recklessly.

With his throat clutched tight by Xia Yang, Brother Jie could only emit hoarse, animalistic cries. The shattering pain in his kneecap sent beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

No longer concerned with anything else, the two men gazed at Yun Feiyang with burning intensity, their eyes even more fervent than when looking at their own lovers.

Gou Hao, utterly confused, could do nothing but follow behind Lin Feng. After a while, he realized something was off—they had already passed the Fifth District, yet Lin Feng showed no sign of stopping, continuing westward.

Wang Yu was the first to react, shouting to the artillery behind him, “Open fire, fire at once!” The gunners, stunned with fear, responded to Wang Yu’s roar almost reflexively—loading, aiming, and firing.

Li Xiaoyao stepped outside to hear the sound of footsteps at the door. The changing of the guard and those who had been sleeping were all awakened by the gunfire. They grabbed their weapons and hurried toward the main hall.

But no matter what, Li Xiaoyao had agreed—and that was enough. His agreement had defused the situation for everyone present, and the elders’ goodwill toward him reached an unprecedented high.

“No, Young Master Yuan, you don’t understand. When he brought that thunder, there was nothing we could do!” Cold sweat broke out on Engineer Zhang’s face.

Bringing up Seventh Master again to pressure me? Would someone worth billions really catch Seventh Master’s eye?

Liu Tao was furious. Was there any way to do business like this? This was outright sabotage of their hotel! How could Liu Tao tolerate such a thing?

When the two Alliance soldiers saw the mechanical warrior, panic instantly washed over their faces. At the Major General’s orders, they immediately turned and fled.