Chapter 36: Reconciliation

Fu Siqiao was on her way to the library when, passing by a thicket of bushes, she overheard Lin Yan and Hao Weida whispering.

"That Lin Siqing, usually acting so high and mighty. Well, look at him now; after a disaster like this, I’d love to see how he clears his name," Lin Yan said, her voice laced with schadenfreude.

"Exactly. People like that deserve to be taken down a peg. Who knows how many bad things he’s done in the past? This is just the first time he’s been exposed," Hao Weida chimed in, his words dripping with...

After Wang Xu and his party left the Imperial Capital, they traveled slowly, only reaching Ancient West County a month later. Meanwhile, the imperial envoy dispatched by the Military Affairs Department had already arrived in the Snow Region County.

"But Commander, aren't we supposed to be immune to this kind of attack?" Long Qie asked, his heart skipping a beat, yet unable to suppress his reluctance.

Yang Yuxue slept until the sun was high in the sky, only to be awakened by a rhythmic knocking at her door.

As the commander-in-chief of the entire force, Marshal Ironwall’s words carried significant weight; a single sentence from him was enough to calm the restless troops.

Before long, over a hundred warriors disguised as commoners, led by the Four Heavenly Kings, left the courtyard and sprinted toward the city gates.

Yuan Suiyun now ranked second in terms of power within the Gongsun clan, even if his official status was technically lower.

"Here is the result of your disciplinary review. This is the leniency Teacher Zhang fought for. If it were up to me, you’d be sent off to the Great Northwest to farm potatoes!" Zhu Cheng threw a document at Yang Haibin with a scowl. When he had left back then, he had vanished without a word, and Zhang Youlin had even suffered professionally because of it.

She rejoiced that this life would not repeat the tragedies of the last, felt grateful to have known him, and felt a rush of emotion remembering how, when Song Mocheng had confessed his feelings, she hadn't hesitated, choosing instead to follow her heart with unwavering resolve.

The moment it departed, the tribulation clouds gathered in the sky, and from the pitch-black depths, a pillar of purple lightning crashed down.

Sunlight streamed through the half-open window, casting the silhouettes of two figures huddled together onto the emerald-green floor.

A small amount of sexual activity can help players maintain good form, but frequent indulgence is a different matter—it drains a player's energy, impacts their performance, and diminishes the effectiveness of their "condition training."

"Now this is interesting!" Seeing his opponent, Ma Chao’s eyes lit up. Sensing the threat from Xiahou Yuan, he immediately yanked on the reins and charged straight toward him.

Yan Liang felt a chill run through him. Relying on the sound of the wind to pinpoint his foes, he deflected several falling rocks and arrows, not daring to linger. Cursing furiously, he lashed his horse into a frenzy, fleeing toward the Yuan camp.

The next day passed even more quietly, and as the day drew to a close, the final graduation exams arrived.

"What? Is there a problem?" Su Qingge knew he would react this way and couldn't help but find it amusing.

An Ruo straightened up, got out of bed, said a word to Lu Ling, who was still lying down, and headed downstairs.

She remembered asking Ye Yun about the location of the Violet Moon Flute at the Wangchun Pavilion on the Northern Qi border. Ye Yun had deflected the question then, and she hadn't thought much of it. Even when Nalan Heng spoke of the potential trouble the flute might bring, he hadn't mentioned that incident.

Maizi shuddered. Before her brain could even register a warning, her body instinctively sensed the danger, causing her to bolt from the stone bench and flee.

Though Si Linyue felt helpless, she understood. For a former prodigy to be forced into the body of a sword was humiliation enough; to then be forced to smell the stench of foul blood was repulsive, even for someone without a physical form.

Some employees noticed a change in him; his shirt looked slightly wrinkled, and his cold, imposing face seemed to radiate an inexplicable sensuality, adding a touch of raw desire to his handsome features.

The news from Bai Xue startled Lin Feng. Looking at her spirited, heroic face, and recalling the terrifying scars she had borne when they met in the dead of night, Lin Feng fell into a brief silence.