Volume One, Chapter 48: The Prince Buys Roasted Duck for Me

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First of all, without the assistance of the insider from Dian Shang, Wu Lei would not have been able to tamper with the drinking water on the ship. It must be understood that this alone was nearly impossible. Furthermore, even if the Beihai Fleet was successfully taken control of, failing to subdue Wang Xiu rendered the effort futile. In other words, the incarnation of the ancestor of Shenluo realized that he very likely would die at the hands of the youth who called himself the "Holy King" standing before him. Even if Nandu Si was attacked, he still intended to fight back; after his left leg was severed, he could still twist around to grab at Li Zhi. That very night, news came from Hede Palace that the Empress had awakened. Ling Yun, who was at Yonghe Hall, merely instructed Shang Xi to send some fine tonic to her. Suddenly, Ding Yu’s senses seemed to be blocked all at once; he felt nothing. The surrounding tumultuous waves of activity appeared to halt instantly, the world plunged into silence, not a sound in the slightest, as if it had become a vast vacuum of tranquility. The general manager was confident, and no one else dared to object. Watching everyone leave the manager’s office with contented sighs, a cold smile crept onto Liu Yanqing’s face. "This tea is excellent; you should have some too!" Millie drank a cup without hesitation and poured one for Yang Wei. He paused before a cage near the grand palace—inside was an almost completely restrained alien, encased in dark, rocky stone that immobilized every limb. Only a pair of cold, occasionally cruel eyes remained visible, still proclaiming the alien’s former pride and arrogance. After scout Chang Nuo departed, the troops gradually split into two groups: one of about two thousand men slowly moved into the forest, while the other, over eight thousand strong, followed Li Xiu Tu across the open plains, marching southwest directly toward Meng County. “Forbidden Heaven... you hold power?” It was no wonder he was so shocked; yet in an instant, Luo Yin regained his composure. Lin Chenjian Zun's cultivation was sufficient to assume a position of authority. Therefore, Elder Ba was not bothered at all by wasting some tribal resources—it did not concern him. Wang Yue only saw that Zhong Guoren never came to watch his matches—whether at the Hero Internet Café, departmental competitions, school tournaments, the five-academy championships, or now the Huacheng Cup League. Zi Xuan and Xu Shuanglu each had a piece of rope tied to the corpse of a piranha demon, and along with other disciples who were dragging demon bodies, they stopped and looked up toward Wu Zijian. However, their gaze held a greater measure of concern and inquiry than the others’.

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“If you know anything, just tell us—we’re very worried about Mu Lian,” An Lan said. It should be noted that both were still using ordinary techniques, not unleashing their ultimate moves. After all, neither had full confidence; if their secret skills failed to defeat their opponent in one strike, they would find themselves at a disadvantage. Jiang Liuyun’s expression darkened—he had already pieced together the entire sequence of events. From the start, he had fallen into Wang Yue’s trap. He had long wondered why Yang Ke’s ambushes in the central route were so predictable, always following a few fixed paths with many flaws and vulnerabilities. He could not stay airborne too long, as it would exhaust his vital energy. After Su Ming descended, he did not lose heart; if one attempt failed, he would try again. Originally, he had heeded his father’s advice and avoided the area for a few days to prevent being discovered as the one who deliberately spread news about Lin Xiu challenging the Korean martial arts masters. In the spacious courtyard, a large pit suddenly appeared in the center, about seven or eight meters deep, even nearing ten meters in some places. The power of the Chiyou manifestation was not to protect the coffin itself but rather an object situated between the coffin and the inner casket. Above the inner casket, there was still another item. The government office faced south, and Prefect Liang Hongcheng murmured, “How could the Jinyiwei infiltrate the Qing Gang?” He glanced at the roster, rubbing the aching Mingming acupoint near his eyes. Upon seeing their expressions, I immediately knew what these men were thinking; unwilling to engage with their schemes, I gracefully turned my back and vanished from their sight. When Ma Yuanyi heard of this, he found it somewhat dubious and came early in the morning to observe the situation from afar, hoping to see if Bai Xunguang’s “collision” plan would be successfully executed. Another undead creature fell, and like the previous one, this monster dropped a coin. Without hesitation, I pocketed it. Yin Niang then said, “What else do you know? Speak up.” Zhang Ruyun heard this but still did not know where to begin. While crossing the Yellow River, Yuan Tan’s forces were ambushed by Gao Shun’s camp and suffered a crushing defeat; Yuan Tan fled again, abandoning his troops.

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Seeing that the Emperor Spirit and Long Hai had connected the crucial points, Feng Wuqing merely remarked with murderous intent. “A man,” Qimei said before crushing her teleportation scroll, transforming into a white light and returning to town. Tang Ji had been absent recently, not visiting the courtyard for a long time, and Shi Shuiyue did not inquire either—her injury was nearly healed, and it was about time to leave. Shi Shuiyue bore a sorrowful expression as she accompanied Ran Shu to the apothecary. Ran Shu was unreserved, filling a basket with the herbs needed for an entire week’s treatment. The Barrier-Breaking Pill was a superior grade elixir, capable of helping innate strong warriors overcome their bottlenecks. It was extremely precious and rarely circulated; once available, it was quickly snatched up. “This... this must be her real father!” Shi Shuiyue almost laughed aloud upon reading the last sentence—Si Yu’s father was truly amusing. “...” Shi Shuiyue did not know what to say. Ever since visiting Ran Feng, a strange feeling had lingered in her heart, growing stronger upon hearing Zhan Yunna’s words. After applying the medicine and bandaging their wounds, Bing Lan lay on the table, gazing listlessly out the window. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve taken quite a hit,” Su Mu asked with concern. First of all, during the era of Duke Huan of Qi, China had basically entered the age of sea salt production, with other types of salt accounting for a very small proportion. However, in the Shang Dynasty, sea salt refining was rudimentary and transportation difficult, so most salt needs were met by salt lakes or salt springs. A dark cave entrance suddenly appeared before me. Squinting in confusion, I thought, How could I not have noticed this at first? Only after dismantling the house was it revealed—what secret could this place be hiding?