Volume 1, Chapter 40: A Poor Imitation of Greatness

Guo Xin carried a hoe on his shoulder, hoping to bag a wild pheasant or hare, but unfortunately, after walking through the mountains for a quarter of an hour, he didn't see a single chicken, let alone chickens—not even the snakes that frequently infested the mountains were anywhere to be found.

However, Yuan Chengang, the commanding general of the Yuan Family Army, cared little for the internal affairs of the imperial court, focusing single-mindedly on the defense of the northwest.

"Having transmigrated to this damned place, am I going to spend my entire life like this? I might as well have stayed in China; compared to this man-eating world, the nine-to-six work schedule really can be considered a blessing," Li Ya muttered inwardly with a sigh.

At this point, Ying Zhao paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the various aristocratic disciples present, his expression carrying a faint trace of mockery.

Xia Zhilan, on the other hand, remained completely silent, only gripping her longsword tightly and paying utmost attention to the movements around her.

Sensing something fishy about the situation, a commanding general of the Southwest Army summoned the leaders of the other units to discuss the matter together, and at this moment, they had gathered.

Being overwhelmed with work, Guo Ruo no longer had the time to explain things to the customers at the stall, simply burying his head in food preparation and serving dishes. Just then, a young gentleman dressed in a green cloth, frog-buttoned, lined cotton jacket walked over to the slightly more spacious Guo Xin and asked him a question.

And when all attributes reach fifteen, one could say that virtually no one in this world can rival them.

Realizing he had no intention of letting her go, Xu Qianyu stopped knocking, brushed away the pile of bones, and leaned against the wall.

After eating and drinking his fill, Xiao Bemo noticed there was still a chicken wing and a chicken breast left in the family bucket, so he thought of saving them to eat during dinner.

At a certain moment, Ye Zhong even thought that Hualian was Princess Yuzhen herself. However, Hualian's firm denials, combined with the fact that she had previously been seen personally moving flower pots and planting flowers—things that hardly seemed suitable for a noble princess—made her identity an enigma, arousing Ye Zhong's intense curiosity.

Song Mingde sighed inwardly. The Song family, much like the Han and Hong families, had begun a gradual decline; it probably wouldn't be long before this towering mansion collapsed entirely.

"I'll hold them off, you guys go first!" Ye Tian's aura sank as he slapped his storage pouch, bringing forth the profound essence iron staff.

These tentacles contracted while spinning and cutting, weaving together to form a cocoon-like entity that sealed the Corona Knights within the range of saturated bombardment.

The logic is simple: barring absolute necessity, no sane person would voluntarily run into a place that was highly likely to swallow them whole down to their very bones. To avoid arousing the suspicions of the demons, one had to devise an excuse of "walking right into a trap," which can be summed up in two words: feigning illness.

Aided by the earth-shattering formation, coupled with the fact that the black-robed figure's overall strength was vastly superior, this was truly a one-sided massacre.

As for what Russell, Domon, and Haieyin—left behind within the Shield of Purity—might encounter, he lacked the energy and the desire to care all that much. After all, when it comes to hostages, the more you show you care about them, the greater the constraints placed upon you.

The starry sky was vast and silent, dotted with countless stars, leaving the dark and quiet vacuum as the main theme.

Recalling the events of last night, she had no idea why, but at that time, hiding in Li Fangcheng's embrace, she had simply felt warm and comfortable.

Dari was startled, thinking something had gone wrong, and hurriedly tried to suppress the abnormal surge of spiritual energy. Unfortunately, his usually obedient spiritual power acted like a wild horse with broken reins, completely refusing to obey commands. Covered in cold sweat from anxiety, Dari was utterly at a loss.

One must know that deep within the volcanic crater, an extremely mysterious force was concealed, capable of slaying even those at the Ultimate Realm.

"Hmph! Ant, with me here, don't even dream of it. Break!" A thick look of mockery flashed across An Luo's lips.

Sarah's face turned crimson, her neat and pristine teeth biting down hard on her lower lip as she finally mustered up her courage.

Thus far, among the more than three thousand disciples of the Wuji Palace, not a single one possessed a strength lower than the Fifth Heaven. In the Xuanwu Kingdom, it had grown into an absolute hegemon among sects. It is fair to say that any random disciple taken from the Wuji Palace would be considered an elite-level expert or above in other sects.

Located in the eastern part of the city, this area had not been severely affected by the demons. Most of the houses remained largely intact, and the surviving people had been gathered here.

The person speaking was naturally an expert whose strength exceeded the Fourth Heaven, which was why he held the "Wushan Trial" in such utter contempt. Though those who had participated in the "Wushan Trial" felt resentment in their hearts, given the other party's formidable strength, they dared not utter a word and simply pretended not to hear.

The interior of the gravity field is a massive space, roughly divided into three main sections. Directly facing the exit is an open area intended for beginners newly entering the field to acclimatize. Here, they can sit quietly or walk slowly, and if they truly cannot bear the pressure, it is convenient for them to exit.

Old Wu San had no alternative; the source of spiritual energy for his current cultivation was hard to come by. Of course, he knew that Ding Yuqian had zero difficulties—not only did she not have to worry about spirit stones, but she could also receive guidance at any time and anywhere. Such was the divergence of fate, and even Zhu Qingshan was far better off than him now.

Songtsan Gampo was startled out of his wits. Recovering his composure and looking again, Old Wu San was already as lively as a dragon or a tiger.

However, Chen Chiqang had already been scared out of his wits, and the events in Liyang County had left a shadow upon his heart. Daring not to linger whatsoever, he dove straight into his sedan chair and fled back to the yamen.

"Young Master Yao!" Nannan could no longer hold back, actively spreading her arms as she lunged toward Yao Bin, only to find herself heavily shoved to the ground the next second, the impact making her see stars.

In the fifth year of Xianqing, Su Dingjiu conquered Baekje, capturing King Yua Uici alive and incorporating Baekje into the territory of the Great Tang.

Han Xu did not dodge because he was going all-in for his life today. If he didn't risk his life today, Chen Chu and Guan Er behind him would likely be beaten to the ground by others. He wanted to project an aura of a killer to make the opposing side's men too terrified to make a move.

For a moment, those who had been quietly preparing to slip away secretly stopped in their tracks, beginning to weigh the strength of Qin Zihao and the Qin family, while mentally plotting when the best time would be to jump on the bandwagon.

Right then, the two parties agreed that the jade shop would pay 2,500 taels of silver as a deposit, and Boss Wu had to deliver the goods within half a month. Once the jade transaction was completed, the jade shop would pay the remaining balance.

Tofler once said that poverty is not a disgrace, but being ashamed of poverty is. If translated to today, I think he would say that being ordinary and mediocre is not a disgrace, but going to great lengths to drape oneself in the flashy, wealthy guise of a facade is.

As Vice President Liu stepped inside, the gazes of the two blue-eyed, blond-haired foreigners immediately locked onto him.

After an hour of fierce battle, the Goguryeo army suffered heavy casualties. Aside from the thirty-thousand-odd soldiers who fled into the mountains, the rest were either killed or captured.