Chapter 59: Sword Pointed at the Blood Moon

I... am not actually his biological sister? Ye Cheng’s mind was in turmoil, unable for a moment to grasp what this statement truly meant. Memories began to resurface, replaying again and again in her mind as she searched her consciousness for recollections of that time. Unfortunately, she had been much too young then; many events remained hazy, and her memories of her sister, Ye Mengxue, were...

At that time, His Majesty the Emperor felt a pang of jealousy. Originally, he ought to have allied with England to give France a harsh lesson, letting France suffer a significant loss.

“This is excellent wine!” In such sweltering heat, paired with this drink, the sensation was blissful. Shen Yibin couldn’t help but praise loudly, quickly lifting his bowl and draining it in one gulp.

For a moment, Captain Liu of the fire brigade was left speechless by Shen Yibin’s barrage of professional jargon.

Moreover, if the “mutinous” soldiers behaved perfectly along the way, that would truly arouse suspicion. So, those seven thousand Scottish soldiers systematically plundered several estates along their route, seizing a considerable amount of provisions.

Fortunately, this scene was not witnessed by outsiders; otherwise, panda fans worldwide would likely have flown en masse to Cloud City to tear Shen Yibin apart. How could he treat their beloved pandas so?

Even the bottle of monkey wine that Shen Yibin gifted to Mr. Zha—he shamelessly insisted on opening it for everyone to share on the spot. How could he possibly bring himself to offer so much for so many people?

Three hours later, the ferry finally arrived at Duckbill Beach. Disembarking, Zhang Silang found his horizons broadened.

“Alright, see you in Europe then!” Once in Europe, surrounded by fewer acquaintances, perhaps there would be new opportunities?

“Marshal Ze, you flatter me. It’s merely my duty,” Yang Zheng replied hastily, surprised that Chu Ze would toast him, and quickly raised his cup.

Inside the hall, people whispered among themselves. After Gu Mo fed Xia Nuan a piece of neatly cut steak, she couldn’t shake the feeling of an unfriendly gaze lingering at the back of her head.

The soldiers of the Knight of Hog had never encountered such tactics. Seeing the cavalry charge, they calmly rested their horses, still waiting for the enemy to form ranks. Then, one hundred and fifty cavalrymen, silent and tense, surged forward like a torrent.

Buildings around the Poison Sect caught fire. An Elder of the Shadow Sect raised his hand and summoned a Glazed Eye. The poisonous mist enveloping Myriad Poison Mountain seemed to clear, bringing a touch of brilliance.

It took her several minutes to recall what had happened last night, and she regretted it so much that she wished she could disappear into the earth.

Just as Mi Zhu was about to follow, Tian Xuanzi said, “Fellow Daoist Mi Zhu, accompany these two Daoists. I will seek out their leader.” Mi Zhu nodded in response and followed along.

The warhorses fared better, but after half a day’s march, the oxen and mules were foaming at the mouth. No matter how the soldiers whipped them, they refused to move, instead opening their mouths to nibble at the green rice shoots. If provoked, they would kick laborers and soldiers into the flooded fields.

Du Luo could only rummage through the drawers, looking for anything valuable. He found a good pack of cigarettes and stuffed it straight into his backpack.

Since Haotian secluded himself to recover from his injuries, the Heavenly Court’s Lingxiao Palace had grown increasingly desolate, while the Ziwei Palace had become bustling and lively.

Both plans were undoubtedly rather childish, and if one had to choose the most immature, it would certainly be Pain’s.

Leaving the soul space, Li Lingyi had just returned to the company when the butler, Scott, approached him with a smile.

Perhaps his mind was too muddled; in his confusion, Wang Yao stumbled and was tripped by the threshold, falling heavily inside the door.

The Purple Wolf knew well how terrifying this seemingly harmless boy was. Any of the demonic insects in his hand could easily be a powerhouse of the Ninth Tribulation. Last time, even their ancestor intervened, but... now their ancestor had not yet recovered from his injuries.