Volume One, Chapter 52: Exchange Them for Ten Bottles of Dreamless Pills!
"You haven't won yet!" Su Luo's eyes were full of contempt.
"Then just wait and see, Junior Sister Su! Even if he succeeds in refining the pill, I spent less time—victory is still mine." Xie Bin, emerging confidently from the stone chamber, let out two self-assured laughs. A jade bottle appeared in his hand, which he handed to Elder Tian with pride.
"Very good. To have produced a Qi-Enhancing Pill in such a short time—your skills in alchemy must be on the verge of breaking through to the High Tier of the First Rank," Elder Tian said, her spiritual sense probing the jade bottle in her hand. Though she harbored no particular fondness for him, she had to admit that, among Mid-Tier First Rank alchemists, his skill was truly peerless. The technique in crafting these few pills was remarkable. Barring unexpected events, the outcome was already...
Before she could recall who that person was, a sharp pain pierced her arm. Looking down, she saw Madam Xue gripping her tightly. Her mother, Fang Mulin, had already warned her not to have any direct confrontation with Ji Anqi’s group, lest it upset her father.
She carefully recalled Ji Xinliang’s appearance. To speak truthfully, Ji Xinliang had inherited all the best features of her mother, Lan Qianxue—she was genuinely beautiful.
Hearing Qin Xue speak thus, I finally felt a faint impression emerge in my mind.
The cucumber she ate was far juicier, tastier, and crispier than the ones she usually had.
"Just playing around," Ji Yanmo replied lightly. In fact, he hadn’t expected Lu Lian to bid such a high price at the auction.
All of them acted like princesses high above, displaying friendliness to the crowd who looked up at them.
Banruo responded to Ming Si’s words with a moment’s pause, then smiled in agreement. So long as His Highness returned safely, it would be best—especially when Lord Ming personally escorted him back to the manor.
He rose from his seat, bowed deeply to Lin Peng, then silently took Lin Nuannuan’s hand and walked out.
"Is that so?" The Left Virtuous King was somewhat surprised. Although Princess Jielan had yet to claim possession of the Mandarin Duck Bronze Lock, he had already received reports from his agents. Seeing Princess Jielan’s unusually flushed cheeks today, he guessed it was due to her practicing the martial arts secret within the lock.
Since Yang Wo assumed command of Huainan, his greatest achievement was not the territory gained by the Huainan Army, but his radical restructuring of Wu’s internal power, consolidating all its strength.
A pure, jade-white hand radiated a sacred brilliance, enveloping Lin Yi’s head, then spreading across his entire body.
"Damn, no wonder they live underground." Since cultivating his body, Anzi had worn thin clothing year-round, forgetting what it felt like to wear a padded jacket.
Besides renaming the troops, Yang Wo ordered the Feathered Forest Army’s numbers to be doubled—from five thousand to ten thousand. Their main task: guarding the palace and acting as Yang Wo’s personal guard during campaigns.
Yang Zhi still couldn’t trust Ye Zhixing. Despite having a healer present, she feared Ye Zhixing might tamper with the medicine.
They were crossing the river west of Shouzhou City, seventy li from Shouzhou. Not far south was Huoqiu County, with few defenders—a local magnate named Zhu Jing commanded over a thousand retainers there.
Anzi, sword lowered, gripped a bright blade, her dazed expression lending her an air of naive sweetness.
Meanwhile, Dong Zhang, besieged in Yuncheng by Yang Wo’s forces, finally made his last decision: surrender to the Wu Army.
Song Ming nodded, recognizing the Black Dragon’s sense of the overall situation. In the next moment, he snapped his fingers, sending a surge of elemental force outward, followed by waves of power gathering near the group.
Ran Luoxue glared at the Blood-Clad One. In Xue Che’s memory, this man was nearly as powerful as her own husband. Yet at this moment, in Ran Luoxue’s heart, he was nothing but a coward.
Many had noticed: Guo Yijun, wielding the Grand Mirror, absorbed Li Changlin’s attack, then used some mystical ability of the mirror to enhance it and strike back at Li Changlin.
The Chen household had only her as its mistress. At mealtimes, she simply prepared one meat and one vegetable dish for herself, and for sleep, unlike the Wang family who insisted on spacious tents, she lay in the carriage.
Ran Luoxue nodded. Her team brought over twenty Thunderbolt Horses unique to Purple Moon Pass. All the students present had undergone riding training and handled them with ease.
The man known as Kondo was clearly stunned that someone would intervene.
Others, too, were shocked by Tang Yi’s reply, their gazes full of surprise—they found his logic rather unusual.
In Song Ming’s perception, his ultimate self-destruct move not only shattered the newly reborn shadow soul, dispersing it, but also destroyed his own physical body, reducing it to nothing.
"Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you first," Zhuge Xuankong said gently, casually setting up a soundproof barrier in the room.
The golden-robed martial artist took a direct hit and was sent flying, landing on the ground and spitting blood before fainting.
A figure fell, blood splattering everywhere. As the blood flowed off the stage, screams erupted from the crowd below.
"Captain, look—several ropes are hanging down from the mountain..." a scout asked Yang Desheng.
"The American envoy in China sent an invitation yesterday morning, inviting the three of us to visit the United States. The prince knows it’s mainly because of you and wants your opinion," said Sa Zhenbing.
"Europe is now building massive battleships and launching a naval arms race. America is worried about losing its third place in world naval power, and fears being eliminated altogether. They want to build massive battleships too," Chen Ning explained.
He quickly leapt atop a tree with dense foliage. Moments later, dozens of large beasts thundered past beneath Cui Feng’s feet, shaking the earth.
"What’s this?" Xiu Lin was clearly dazed. Why, after all these trials, did it seem as if nothing had changed?