Volume One, Chapter 95: The Vultures Descend—The Whole Village Surrenders? Strategist, What Is Your Opinion?

Lu Yan felt that he could no longer remain so passive. He needed to take the initiative and uncover the reason behind Abigail’s framing; only then could things progress.

The more Village Chief Lin spoke, the more he believed in this possibility, and even his attitude toward the inspectorate officials grew less cordial.

In the hall of the Kui family, all the family stewards gathered to discuss the matter at hand. Although the issue had yet to formally erupt, the Kui family’s influence in Lewang Road was considerable, and naturally, they had no shortage of informants.

Chen Xue nodded. Since Han Bingbing already knew what they wanted to say, there was no point in playing coy; to do so would be laughable.

As they spoke, the four who had fled suddenly turned, leapt back, and launched their attack. Two were martial artists, one with a fist, the other with a sword, rushing toward him. The other two produced staffs nearly ten feet long and began murmuring incantations.

Bu Qianhuai landed and immediately turned to leave, but the man would not let him go so easily. Gripping the sword tip with his left hand, he flung it, sending the blade flying straight toward Bu Qianhuai’s back. To dodge it, Bu Qianhuai spun around, his left hand raising the scabbard to block, while his right hand reached up to grasp the sword’s hilt.

His elder uncle often visited during his leisure hours, carrying a wine jug decorated with dragons and phoenixes and a set of cups.

Blankets had to be folded perfectly, never deviating from his standards. At meals, nothing was to fall from the table. Such were his rules.

Behind her, Liu Yan watched with worry, but when she looked back, Liu Yan merely nodded in reassurance.

Before she could celebrate, Su Nan’s heterochromatic eyes reverted to jet black, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to maintain his composure for more than a second.

She waited joyfully for the emperor to come to Jade Elegance Palace, wanting to confide her longing of two years and rekindle their affection.

Second Master never suspected 1465 would lie to him, so he believed the explanation: the disparity in their abilities caused the difference in system functions—a flaw that could not be fixed in the short term.

Through threats and promises, the envoys of the three kingdoms reluctantly agreed to send five thousand troops, as Myanmar had done, to follow Shi Bin in the campaign against Tibet. Unexpectedly, before the army even set out, the Tibetan Zanpu proved spineless; upon hearing the news, he immediately sent envoys to seek submission.

It turned out the Supreme System had another feature: only the host’s intense negative emotions would generate Supreme Experience Points.

Just as Chen Mo was thinking this, a stranger thought arose in his mind. He could not hear any sounds from inside the room—perhaps due to the closed door—but why was the living room also so silent? He could not hear Old Zhang or anyone else speaking.

Bai Qing had anticipated what would happen next. Watching the sky darken, she steeled herself and gathered all her strength into her palms.

The speaker was a man with large eyes. As he spoke, he moved around, slapping the seat Meng Yang was about to sit on with his palm. The disdain in his words and gaze drew waves of unrestrained mockery and laughter from the crowd.

They would rather believe it was true than accept that Gai Shuangtian was that sort of man—one utterly depraved, a fraudulent hypocrite.

Wu Qiankun was puzzled by the silent figure before him. Though Zhu Yuan was a stranger at that moment, Wu Qiankun remembered their past well; having seen Zhu Yuan in trouble, he could never stand idly by.

In Gu Yue Town, on nights like these, he would sometimes nestle in his sister’s arms, gazing as moonlight filtered through the holes in the roof, forming all sorts of strange shapes.

From the time he began as a talented artisan in the Crossbow Workshop, through the earlier raid in Shao County, to this mountain hollow before him, six years had passed.

I don’t understand why happiness always seems so distant from me. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.

“Heh, I just wanted to see your answer. Good, I like it very much,” Ling Feng said with a dry laugh. Snow Rou had stirred up memories that were nearly forgotten. He realized now that he was not Long Tian, but Ling Feng from another world.

You’ve just broken free from your bonds; the energy within your Golden Core is lacking. With the celestial flames constantly burning and destroying your internal energy, blocking you from absorbing the spiritual essence of the world, you can only fight us for a short time. If the battle drags on, I think you know the consequences yourself, Long Brother.

Changzheng was still somewhat wary, accepting Uncle Xu’s glance, but now he wondered if he’d been too suspicious. The other party had no quarrel with him and likely wouldn’t harm him. He was still unused to thinking of Xu Lingtian as his father, even though Xu was now the legal guardian of him and his sister.

None of the burly figures clad in antiquated armor on the light screen responded to Zhu Xia’s words. As her voice faded, the five armored shadows suddenly shot toward Zhu Xia and her companion like thunder from a clear sky.

After a few drinks, my head grew fuzzy, and I suddenly felt as though I had endless things to say to Hu Jing.