Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Valley Fog

By the Hour of Xu, the sky had already grown dark. The towering, brightly lit red lanterns of the Zhou residence illuminated the scene before the gates, displaying a level of wealth and luxury that countless people could only gaze at in despair.

Xiao Lingxiao was invited into a side chamber. The Capital Magistrate questioned him about the sequence of events and examined the note, his brows furrowing into a tight knot.

Although Nangong Ye now possessed everything in the Southern Spirit Kingdom, he also knew that the military strength of the Northern Cloud Kingdom had always surpassed that of the Southern Spirit Kingdom, leaving him with lingering apprehensions.

The sycophants below continued to shower him with flattery, and the gray-haired Elder Zhang seated above seemed to listen with immense delight.

With a wild shout, the burly man leapt down from his horse, raised his saber, and brought it down toward Zhao Yan's head with a commanding, overwhelming momentum.

The mere thought of the unhinged Master of the Northern Realm gave Lin Yue a headache, and he had no idea how such a person had locked onto him.

Hearing this, Zhou Ruoshui felt rather surprised. Had she not already received return gifts every year? Why were they sending more now?

Zhu Gui let out an exclamation, gripping the scimitar tucked at his waist tightly as he gritted his teeth and cursed, "This fellow is utterly ruthless! We can't just let this go, can we?" He spoke fierce words, yet his gaze turned toward Lu Jue as if seeking his opinion.

The reason Master Wei's products had no side effects was precisely because they extracted active botanical ingredients. But what kind of valuable substances could possibly be grown in that barren wasteland of theirs?

This was a sensational event that shook the entire universe; among all the powerhouses who had stepped into the divine realm, who was unaware of this matter?

"With the powerful clans of Goryeo constantly rebelling and Japanese pirates raiding the borders, I'm afraid the old hermit's prediction is coming true! The four-hundred-year-old dynasty of Goryeo is about to perish, what a pity!" Old Zhu shook his head and sighed, wondering if he, too, was worrying over the fate of his own empire.

Hua Qingyan swept the vicinity with her spiritual sense, finding no abnormalities, and returned to the courtyard carrying the child.

Ye Qiye looked up at Ye Zhengling and remained silent for a long time. Ye Zhengling's gaze was calm and carried a gentle warmth, as if he had seen through everything.

Zhang Jiaming had once invited Jiang Hailiu to go and witness it, but Jiang Hailiu had declined at the time.

"You were abducted once when you were four years old, how could your mother possibly rest easy? Besides, there are countless fierce beasts in the Hundred Beasts Ridge, and you've never been to such a dangerous place before. How can you expect me not to worry?" Mu Wanrou firmly refused to let her go.

Watching the Ming dynasty soldiers charging toward them, the knight on horseback wore a sneering smile at the corner of his lips. With a slight lean, the blade in his hand flashed like a light, agile ribbon of silk, slicing across the throats of the Ming soldiers.

It was only then that he realized even the Sect Master did not dare to easily provoke Hua Qingyan and Jun Mohan. If he dared to act recklessly, he would likely end up like his second brother and the others, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Despite having just suffered a catastrophe, numerous people still turned out at the airport to welcome Tantai Mingyue upon her arrival.

Hua Qingyan held back her tears until she forced them down, only then exhaling in relief. She had no idea she could be such a sentimental person, but the feeling of being cherished by her family was truly warm and deeply endearing.

"Have you truly made up your decision?" Elder Youqian did not show anger at the young man's tactful refusal, but instead asked softly once more.

"Li Taibai, I admit I lost today. However, remember this: there will come a day when the Poison Wolf Star seeks payback!" shouted the Third Young Master.

Seeing Li Erleng charge forward, a cold sneer was the only expression on Zheng Zixin's face. Having escaped from prison, he had cast all caution to the wind; even when facing so many people, he showed not the slightest trace of fear.

A Liang still wanted Caier to leave, because he truly could not bear to drag her into this.

However, things were not so simple. In fact, shortly before the explosion, a colonel had moved closer to the table to get a clear look at the map, inadvertently brushing against Stauffenberg's briefcase. He had pushed the briefcase to the outer edge of the thick table leg, which ultimately shielded Hitler from a portion of the blast's impact.

Göring clearly lacked tact; his words deeply provoked Hitler. A few years prior, Göring had been highly regarded by Hitler, but ever since the war began, Hitler grew increasingly disgusted with this short-sighted, chubby fellow.

"That's true, but Du Yue, you must know that people from great families like us cannot simply decide our own marriages at will!" Tianfeng said with sorrow.

The unconscious youth was none other than Junyang. On that day, after Iruka and the others escaped, Junyang could no longer withstand the immense backlash and had passed out. By now, more than three days had already passed.

Junyang let out a series of low shouts, and immediately, a brilliant divine light erupted within his eyes. The space around them froze quietly in that instant, and the slowly advancing ice-cold beam came to a halt. Opening his eyes, Junyang paused his hand seals, and with a soft pop, the surrounding space vanished as if nothing had ever happened.

"Hah, you are far too weak." Ouye Yu smiled contemptuously, swinging the huge Juque sword in his hand and cleaving the giant tree into several sections.

Yet now, there was only boundless darkness. I reached out my hand, but could touch nothing in the dark.

Beneath the walls of Xuchang, Qin Yang had already signed an alliance with Yuan Shu, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were preparing to strike camp and return to Hanzhong.

Damn it, children going to school these days have been brainwashed into fools, unable to tell truth from falsehood, Xiao Yu thought with a suppressed smile as he cursed inwardly.

Qin Qian repeated everything she had just told us to her boyfriend, and he offered her words of comfort very similar to what he had told me earlier. Ah, having your own man by your side always makes a woman act a little more spoiled and delicate.

A flash of surprise crossed Wang Yuan's eyes. A green sword Qi instantly materialized above his head, and with a flick of his finger, they all flew out in unison. The black miasma was pierced right through by the green light, creating a bizarre spectacle of numerous punctured holes.

"Very well, kneel down and kowtow one thousand resounding kowtows, then call me master five hundred times. Furthermore, you are forbidden from cursing others from now on, and then I will teach you," the old man inside commanded arrogantly.

Yijie felt that if they could coerce Hueru, then this Liu Qiang's rank and influence would not be low. If he was a figure in official circles, at the very least he had to be at the departmental level, right? More or less.

And Yijie needed to compensate the original homeowners at a rate of fifty thousand per square meter. Across sixty to seventy thousand square meters, the total compensation would amount to no more than four billion.