Volume One, Chapter 37: The Great Agronomist and Potato Cultivation!

Qin Feng nodded slightly. Taking control of Anyang City by force was not difficult. By deploying a number of catapults to inflict widespread damage, they could easily deal a heavy blow to the city's defenders.

Moreover, the flying debris hurled toward him resembled meteors from the heavens, both awe-inspiring and devastating. Their power was immense and swift as lightning—one careless moment could cause serious injury. Xu Guang took a deep breath, his demon sword weaving a dense, impenetrable dance before him, casting a crimson bloom of sword energy.

It was no wonder Yang Zi felt this way. In recent days, Li Xiang had also heard that although the Qianlong Society had not shut down, it had ceased all operations.

The Yaksha refused to let Su Zheng escape easily, continuously increasing the force behind the dark demon fork, which pressed down like an ancient demonic mountain over Su Zheng’s head, rendering him immobile.

Tan Fengxuan was right; many areas of land had already dried up. In other low-lying regions, the water was only one to three feet deep.

Li Ningyu spoke plainly, for he was a soldier at heart, and his opponent was also a soldier. There was no need for beating around the bush; straightforwardness was the most effective approach.

The principle of “internal and external checks” divided the army into the Imperial Guards and the Provincial Troops. The Imperial Guards served as the elite central army, while the Provincial Troops were local militias of lesser quality. This method of strengthening the core and weakening the branches was designed to prevent local rebellions.

The art of stone gambling initially flourished among humans before spreading to the demon and magic clans. They too recognized the boundless treasures hidden within stones, and so they spared no expense in inviting master stone gamblers from the human world to teach them the craft.

Cupid’s face turned ashen as the playing cards flew toward him. He had thought dealing with Gan Jiang would be a simple matter, but now he realized he was mistaken.

Fortunately, Xiao Rang did not intend to harm anyone. When Qi Jiuhan fell to the ground, he was pale but suffered no internal injuries.

“Aren’t you going to explain the laxative incident to me?” Shang Mengqi stared at Qiu Shaoze, deliberately emphasizing the words “laxative” with weight.

Necromancer? Dark magic? Summoning the undead? Skeleton warriors? …These bore a striking resemblance to witchcraft, thought Zhong Shenxiu, as if grasping something important yet feeling inexplicably uncertain.

Chen Mai was another matter, but no matter what, Wei Qiang’s father was a provincial official. Among the decadent elite of Jiangnan, mentioning Wei Qiang earned a certain respect. Yet upon arriving at the capital, he realized Jiangnan was but a small patch of sky; his local influence was nothing more than an ant’s presence in this vast city.

Any one of the lower house members would struggle to withstand such overwhelming pressure today. At best, their blood would boil and they would cough up blood; at worst, they would be shaken to the core by Hong Yan’s Dao, forced to confess their crimes.

“Step down and let those two old fellows help you regulate your aura! Your energy could surge into a breakthrough at any moment. I don’t understand what those two are thinking—why ask you to suppress your strength? What’s the point of the Eastern Wilderness Conference then?”

He encouraged Zhang Qingyun with these words, reminding him that youth was both a blessing and a curse. As a young cadre, the most important qualities were a spirit of learning, ambition, and courage to strive forward. One must always demand strict discipline of oneself, embrace the servant mindset, and work with true dedication and practicality.

Though reluctant, he had to admit that as people mocked, Chu Tianrong’s fortune had indeed come to an end.

Robin nodded in understanding. She knew exactly what Zhong Shenxiu wanted her to do, so she asked no further questions.

It appeared Zheng Yanqing lacked sufficient troops, thus hesitating to launch a direct assault on Pyongyang and instead turning back to attack Wonsan.