Volume 1, Chapter 45: The Crisis of Hancheng

Duan Wuhen took a deep breath, his expression grave as he nodded slightly, then turned his gaze toward Yan Xiyue, a mixture of struggle and resolve flickering in his eyes.

“Xiyue, do you think I should let go of all my concerns and seek revenge for this deep blood feud?” Duan Wuhen’s voice was low and hoarse, each word heavy with endless pain.

Yan Xiyue was momentarily taken aback, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion as she softly asked, “Why do you suddenly ask this?”

Duan Wuhen sighed gently, extending his arms to gently embrace Yan Xiyue. She obediently nestled into his embrace, feeling his slight trembling body as she quietly listened to his heartfelt confession.

“Look, if I stubbornly pursue revenge, yet in this world…”

Only then did she remember that before her stood the Queen Consort of Qin, betrothed by the late emperor, the rightful wife of the prince—not just anyone else.

Chu Yan chuckled softly, the laughter echoing hollowly in his chest without a trace of vitality, his delicate exterior seeming like a soulless shell.

“Do you know what this symbol represents? Their weapons and equipment are far more terrifying than we imagined! To annihilate them completely would come at a devastating cost.”

Pushing open the gate of the hermitage, lush greenery greeted them. Collapsed walls, dilapidated pavilions, and a dried-up lotus pond faintly suggested the former splendor of this place.

It was well known that many big shots in the circle were willing to spend tens of millions on fortune tellers to find out what was true or false.

Appointment: Chen Yu was named commander of the Third Infantry Regiment, with Ge Laoba granted the rank of lieutenant colonel as deputy commander.

This society was inherently unfair—how could those people believe in the grandiose promises painted by Lin Wandeng?

She had indeed touched it, but that day she was hiding under the covers, crying so hard her eyes blurred, unable to see clearly.

Between some worlds lay endless distances; at ordinary speeds, it would take hundreds or thousands of years to travel from one to another. Then, someone discovered that by harnessing the void, this distance could be shortened significantly.

But that required exceptional personal strength. This kind of show was not like the variety programs Qin Zheng had supported for Chu Yubing before—where spending more money and tailoring the script could make her shine.

Su Chenwei’s face had already stiffened and darkened, as if about to drip water at any moment, his gaze resentfully fixed on the beaming Shu Jingrong.

Even Tianqi frowned slightly. The head of the Situ family was notoriously protective, especially now that Shu Jingrong had assaulted Situ Hong in front of so many witnesses—it was like slapping the Situ family in the face publicly, and he would never let it go.

Seeing Tong Tong’s expression, I immediately knew the pearl must have been lost. A sudden panic arose, like realizing you’d lost your wallet and ID while out—and the despair was perhaps tenfold worse.

When Xia Zixuan saw the bloodstain on Bai Yunhao’s back, her heart immediately clutched.

“What is my father doing?” Upon hearing that her father might still be alive, her heart brightened. She recalled those years when her father said he could travel and enjoy life more freely now that she was also going to school. At the time, she just thought the old man loved wandering and let him be.

Shen Yuechen, feeling unwell, looked at the sumptuous spread but had no appetite. Glancing across at Zhu Jintang, she saw he also barely ate, only picking at a few dishes before finishing his rice and setting down his chopsticks.

Baili Wushang was the first to reach the exit, which remained blocked by piled earth and stones, nearly sealing off the tunnel.

“What are you doing? If you don’t believe me, call Baili Fengqing!” Shangguan Xichen was starting to lose his temper.

This method could only temporarily block the malevolent aura of the Blood Nightmare but could not harm it. As Gu Sanyun explained, the only way to kill the Blood Nightmare was to splash it with the blood of a black dog, merging with it.

The long-haired beauty with sea-blue locks only blinked upon hearing the shout. After seeing who it was, she politely smiled at Her Highness the Princess as a greeting, then resumed tormenting the man beneath her.

“The vast ocean is boundless, this place far from the Dragon Palace. Even if I kill you, no one will know!” The Azure-Eyed Water Dragon Pear Spirit was imposing and awaited Ye Yu to present the Seven Star Beads with both hands. He was certain that if Ye Yu was not a fool, he would comply without resistance.

“I think it’s the Four Scoundrels…” Helian Nuo felt a chill. Those four were strange and inscrutable in cultivation. Forcing their way in would be difficult, but since they dared set the stage, it meant they had great confidence.

A strange mark hovered behind Bailian’er’s head, her gaze sharp. The Cold Admiring Divine Sword’s blade flickered with deadly intent, its ruthless light striking directly at the fatty’s vital point.

The wind was unrestrained and graceful, the beautiful composition like waves breaking, though only blood cherry blossoms bloomed here.

Mumu teasingly toyed with Heizi’s jaw, who blushed and resisted, but Mumu disregarded him and kissed him.

“Well then. How is madam’s health? Let me take her pulse again,” he said, reaching out his hand.

Seeing his disciple vanish before his eyes while he was powerless to save him, Xuanyu was heartbroken, pounding his own fists fiercely. The four beside him dared not interfere, knowing he needed to vent. Yao Lao, however, noticed the strange movement of the Yin-Yang Jade.

The second possible outcome was that the imperial brother’s persistent coaxing won out, and naturally, he would sleep in Mo Liang’s room. But this was hardly a happy ending, as by dawn, his body would surely be covered in bruises.

Xia Tian mounted his horse again, reaching out to pull Meng Lu up behind him, then continued pressing onward.

Thus, he could only return a helpless look and quickly turn away to avoid being ensnared by that pitiful gaze.

“Let’s divide roughly ten fish per household, and those who worked get twenty,” Uncle Liu shouted. The boat owner and Third Uncle began picking fish. They were all familiar with the trade, so as long as the size was similar, no one cared if it was off by half a pound or so.