Volume 1, Chapter 41: A Late-Night Talk with Eldest Sister

"Brother Qin, are you really going to duel with Huilan?" Jiang Xue asked, her eyes filled with worry.

Once no one else was around, Ye Tian quickly swallowed the purple orb and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing that Big L was in high spirits, Li Qiang decided not to dampen his mood and asked nonchalantly.

Of course, although the Huaxia Gang had been surrounded by more than half of the experts from Tianwaitian this time, it was merely a victory of numbers.

Number 1 was a man of medium height wearing glasses with an unremarkable appearance. Having experienced who knows what, his eyes held a look of having seen through life and death; even as prey, he remained indifferent.

Gong Yan's mental seal was instantly shattered, as if space had suddenly expanded into another dimension; his mental power, unable to control the entire scene, collapsed immediately.

The moment Shen Donghe appeared, his gaze locked onto it, and a surge of corpse energy lunged forward, intent on capturing it directly.

Xue An was a middle-aged man around fifty with a handlebar mustache and a usually stern expression. Today, he listened as Xue Changqing spoke to him about the matter.

"There are thousands of poisonous creatures in the Poison King Valley, and their varieties are astonishing. To recognize them all is absolutely impossible unless you have a lifetime to dedicate to the study of this craft," said Bailong.

"That goes without saying. Zhengchu, take them back and arrange for them to be cared for just like Lan'er," Feng Yong said faintly.

The two walked into the top-tier room, and Feng Yong hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door before closing it.

Shen Ci felt a surge of joy, and her fingers became increasingly dexterous. She used both hands to support the column, pushing inward continuously. After the clay mound rose toward the center, she placed her thumbs into the side cavity and pressed down slowly.

Wearing a rose-red strapless floor-length gown, she looked anything but out of place; rather, she appeared even more noble. Standing over 1.7 meters tall, paired with nude-colored pointed-toe high heels, she exuded an overwhelming aura. Her large, wavy hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, swaying with her footsteps—wild and enchanting.

It was unclear whether she was flushed from the embarrassment of doing something wrong or because of... shyness? In any case, her face was as red as if swept by a sunset glow.

"I understand. That white-robed spirit must have sought out such a perilous tomb to evade the underworld officials. But what could possibly possess him to go to such lengths to avoid a single official?" I asked again, filled with confusion.

Playing the rascal? If it were in the past, she truly would have been helpless, but now that her skills were restored, she no longer needed to be bullied.

"Eu-Eudora!" Huneric raised his head mechanically, his eyes wide with terror, as if questioning himself: Did I do all this? How could I, how could I have done such a thing?

The battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The cries of battle vanished, leaving only the wails of the wounded and the sobbing of soldiers who had lost their loved ones.

He had indeed pleaded with Shang Ming not to torture Wei Zhaoxi and to treat her well in terms of food and clothing. Even Shang Ming's original intention to make Wei Zhaoxi a scapegoat was abandoned due to Yang Fu's strong opposition.

"Many thanks!" Xiang Yu slowly stood up and stretched his sore arms and legs; keeping one posture for so long was quite tiring. Afterward, he departed.

As for the Western Zhou tomb where Qin Fan was currently located, it appeared to be a large one. If he could follow the tomb passage to the burial chamber, there might be significant discoveries.

Xue Wuqing and the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets both let out angry shouts as they clashed again. Both were at the peak of the Innate Realm, and their battle was locked in an inextricable stalemate.

The generals of the Tyran Empire had clearly heard this more than once; most showed no reaction, at most a faint smile, while others were like the adjutants, shaking their heads and covering their faces in resignation.

Zhou Mo was not at all constrained, acting as if he were right at home as he kept using his chopsticks, eating until his mouth was oily.

Moreover, when Liang Fei took out that piece of white jade to examine it, he found that its luster remained pure and bright, showing no signs of having depleted its spiritual essence through the gathering of energy.

However, Feng Shaoxiang, currently in a fit of rage, ignored his companion's advice and, rolling up his sleeves, stormed aggressively toward the door of the pre-booked private room.

In the end, Chi You was killed by the Yellow Emperor, who had his head severed and buried, with the head transforming into a forest of blood-red maples. Later, the Yellow Emperor honored Chi You as the "God of War." His fierce image remained fearsome, and the Yellow Emperor had it painted on military flags to inspire his own troops; upon seeing the image of Chi You, the feudal lords would surrender without a fight.

Suddenly, a mysterious person with purple hair, wearing a black mask with fangs and a black robe, appeared before them.

Could he even calculate that I had transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty? If so, what kind of sorcerer was this Hua Shuang? Was he a hundred or a thousand times stronger than King Lie, Xiang He?

In truth, both of them knew very well that Liu Yong's proposal to hand over the wine business to Sun Shangxiang after the marriage was essentially a way to use Sun Shangxiang to provide endless financial and material aid to Jiangdong—a truly massive gift. Of course, this was all based on the premise of a friendly alliance between the two families.

Shen Binan remained silent for a moment before stepping aside, allowing the long-haired man to push Fang Tianqi into the room.

The people of Tianzhu City sighed. Although they trusted Jiang Yu, when he actually took on the task, they felt inexplicably uneasy.

The village chief looked around the large pit but saw no horse tracks. He walked a few steps toward the forest and saw that, a few paces away, the green grass had been trampled with many bowl-sized indentations. Those were left by Lady Meiying and her companions.

"If we proceed this way, the casualties among our soldiers will be quite high, and I fear the Lord will blame us later. Does the advisor have no other clever strategy?" Guan Yu asked skeptically. Given Pang Tong's intellect, he could not understand why he would choose such a simple strategy.

"Throughout the four seasons, the Earth Season and the Fire Season are the most peaceful times. Once the Wind Season and the Water Season arrive, things won't be so leisurely!" Old Man Wu sighed while sipping his tea.

"Archers, prepare for two hundred paces!" Zhao Hong ordered. The archers behind him immediately knocked their arrows, drew their bows halfway, and waited for the final command.

"Everything is fine. I was just looking for a certain unfaithful man." Because Ye Chen’s hands were wandering over her delicate body, Nangong Qingcheng’s face flushed red, and she spoke with somewhat hurried breathing.

Having received Sun Quan's support, Zhou Yu felt much more at ease. The troops had already been prepared; the target had simply changed. In just three days, everything was fully adjusted, and by this time, Liu Yong's ship had just arrived at Chaisang.

If nothing else, once the Yang family cut off supplies to the Li family, those thousands of stores would fall into an operational crisis overnight. After all, such a massive quantity of goods could not be conjured out of thin air by magic, and relying on other suppliers was unreliable, as they could not replenish the stock immediately.