Chapter 50: Arrival in Luoyang and Chen Ping’s Devious Scheme

Lu Xuan recounted the future Battle of Tumu Fortress as if it were merely a story, for that future could never come to pass.

Yet Liu Bang and the others did not listen as if it were just a tale.

Especially Liu Bang.

As an emperor and the founding ancestor of the Han Dynasty, hearing this story weighed heavily on his heart. This was no mere story—it was the battle marking the decline of the great Han Empire, a humiliating defeat.

“How could such a thing happen...”

Liu Bang looked over at Jiangxia, who was now pouting, seemingly lost in deep thought. He smiled gently at Jiangxia. No matter how much one might worry, the inevitable must be faced. It was better to give each other hope and find some happiness in the present.

Everyone looked up to see a square courtyard above them, sunlight streaming straight down through its open skylight.

An Asian man radiating a cold aura sat majestically in the prime spot of the prison cell, occupying three-quarters of the space. His eyes were half-closed, leaving it unclear whether he was asleep or practicing some mysterious Eastern qigong.

The door to another room opened, releasing a strange, bitter scent. A man dressed entirely in black strode out—reminiscent of Severus Snape. After nodding to Fang Bai, he left at once, leaving behind the fluttering back of his black robe.

As I watched these past scenes, my eyes gradually grew moist. My body was still falling endlessly, but I paid it no mind. What I cared about were those images—I felt as if I could grasp something from within them.

Due to work commitments, the inspection lasted seven days, and I brought back many samples from abroad to take to my office, so my luggage suddenly grew much heavier.

“Psychic power, psychic ability.” These two concepts swirled in Fang Bai’s mind, giving him a sensation as if energy was rushing toward him. Compared to the simple inner energy beads in the martial arts world or the straightforward power pills used by mutants, the psychics in this world were a perfect fusion of both.

His tone was so resolute that Lucas found himself at a loss for words.

Zhang Jiaming caught my attention. Whenever I saw him before, he almost always put on the guise of a gentleman. Of course, that facade never fooled me—I could always see the scoundrel beneath. But today was different. It seemed he no longer even bothered to pretend.

In a moment of grave peril, his arm surged with strength. Grabbing Diler’s neck, he yanked him out forcibly.

Although Tokugawa Yasukuni’s warship wasn’t sunk, it was twisted and flooded by the explosions.

Liang Rong happily embraced it and naturally boasted about it. When Liang Hongyu saw it, she suddenly recalled the fake Xuānqing porcelain at home. Now hearing this was the authentic Xuānqing porcelain, she grew curious. Of course, she couldn’t tell the difference herself, so she brought it to Su Nuan for help.

Anna wasn’t truly passionate about jazz music at her core; what she really desired was to become a renowned singer.

Jia Pingping happened to have her period today. Without hesitation, she pulled out a blood-stained sanitary pad from her pants and threw it at her younger sister Jia Lingling. Unexpectedly, this accidental act drove away the vengeful spirit haunting Jia Lingling’s body.

Hu Zheng exchanged glances with Shi Quan and the driver. After a brief moment, they all burst into hearty laughter.

But now Shen Yan was pondering how to secretly awaken the Steel-Bone Beast without her knowing, and then tell him about Wang Xue’s amnesia.

Li Le felt a headache coming on as she listened. Yonghe wasn’t close to him, having only met a few times. She married Han Wu years ago—among the princesses, she had the best match. After all, Han’s ancestor was the famous Han Shizhong, a hereditary duke. Among the four great families protecting the nation, his family was the only one that remained in the capital.