Did the young substitute number thirty-five play today?

Ji Wuye regained his composure and sat back down with a grand flourish, holding a beautiful concubine in his arms and teasing her playfully.

Wild boar meat and pork chops were tossed into the pot to stew together. As the flames roared and time passed, the scent of simmering meat gradually filled the air.

Though it was the depth of winter, the rare appearance of sunlight prompted every household to step outside and bask in its warmth.

Dongfang Yao had gathered a large handful of triple-pearl berries. These fruits, lustrous like pearls, brimmed with celestial energy. They were usually used as jewelry, but Dongfang Yao instead employed them as magical charm beans.

Yet when the year turned to 1939, Henan became infamous for the “Four Calamities of Water, Drought, Locusts, and Tang.” Water signified floods, drought the parched earth, locusts the ravenous swarms, and Tang referred to Tang Enbo. This is why I, Wang Li, must emphasize the point here today.

Everyone present sensed a peculiar premonition as soon as a voice spoke, as if they all knew what Fang Weijing was about to say. Fang Luowen’s expression changed dramatically, and he hurried forward to stop him.

“General, don’t worry. Once we’re overseas, apart from hunting down bandits, we’ll follow your lead in all things,” Bai Xi assured.

Li Qingshan realized he’d been set up by his own father, but what was done was done; he had no choice but to shoulder this heavy burden.

Deep within the land of the Netherworld, a majestic palace was hidden, and at that moment, the entire structure shook violently.

The elder was struck by the immense power unleashed by two weapons, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood that splattered across the starry sky. This was divine blood; since advancing to the demigod realm, not only had the elder’s body begun to transform, but even his blood was gradually evolving into the blood of the gods.

“Elder Long spent an entire night deliberating to find just the right gift for you all!” Yang Feng said with a laugh.

His back instantly broke out in cold sweat, and if he hadn’t spun the steering wheel in time, the enemy’s bullets would not have missed.

As his words faded, countless terrifying eyes in the sky simultaneously shot out in every direction.

Yet Ye Ruxue found it difficult to refuse, for her grandfather was still gravely weakened, and any further agitation would only make matters worse.

After all, Yang Xuan was protected by a powerful figure. If they truly offended him, it would surely bring disaster upon them.

Shadow Marionette Technique and the sword in his hand had always been Liu Yifeng’s trump cards—he could instantly take a life while his opponent was still stunned.

Yet if one looked closely, this high monk bore none of the violent air so common among the steppe tribes; even the wrinkles on his face radiated serenity, lending him a singularly tranquil presence.

“Greetings, Princess.” The soldier, spotting Princess Xiangyao, immediately knelt. “General Guiding has betrayed the King and joined the Wolf Demon Kingdom. He leads their army, and they are now at our very gates.”

My brother didn’t scold me this time? Is that even possible? Is he really my brother? He usually never misses a chance to lecture me when I get sick or hurt, but this time he’s so uncharacteristically silent that it makes me deeply uneasy.

Of course, who knows how far away the final step truly is. For now, my abilities only allow me to create a temporary mirror space for defense or to restrain the enemy. At best, I can reflect an attack back on its user.

“A perfect opportunity!” Zhang Zhiping’s senses sharpened, and, though he’d been on the defensive, he seized the moment to launch a furious barrage against Zhang Xusheng. Sword energy burst forth in torrents, instantly engulfing the entire blood lotus and smashing it to pieces.

He Chen pondered for a moment but couldn’t make sense of it. Still, with Wan Qi and Master Shuo together, anything was possible.

Prince Jin’s face was ashen, his eyes clouded and unfocused, confined within his own residence. The scene was all too familiar: guards everywhere, not a single step free from scrutiny, the air saturated with the stench of blood—enough to make one retch.

With the Jiggi people’s abilities, it should have been easy to teleport outside Mount Fuji, but the suppressive force of this universe was too strong; they couldn’t simply slip through the mountain as expected. Their equipment was all defensive, with no surveillance or reconnaissance tools, so they were bound to suffer for it.

When Xun questioned him, her words betrayed no doubt—she was simply confirming that Wan Qi already knew the news.

She moved the peony plant into the courtyard, trying several spots before she was satisfied. Finally, she fetched a battered table, set the flowerpot upon it, and only then did she feel content.

The straw laid out in the threshing yard was pressed smooth and gleaming by the stone roller, reflecting a faint sheen in the sunlight. Lu Xine and Wang Xinfeng stood at the edge, pitchforks in hand, turning the straw over and over.

The Princess Dowager Huayang’s voice was as cold and heavy as a basin of icy water, dousing Lady Shu without mercy.

The apartment I viewed had one bedroom and one living room, a kitchen and a bathroom, all fully furnished with modern appliances in excellent condition. I fell for it at first sight and rented it that very day.

Since I had married into the Third Prince’s household, my fate was inextricably bound to his, regardless of what lay ahead. I could no longer distance myself or remain uninvolved. Since that was the case, if fortune awaits, so be it; if it is disaster, better to confront it early and be prepared.

Yet I could do nothing but soften my body and rest quietly in his embrace, allowing his hand to gently stroke my long hair again and again.

For Sanwu, restoring his cultivation was of utmost importance, but he couldn’t help wondering what Lin Dao’s true purpose was in doing all this.

Just as the white-haired elder finished, he saw golden light surging from the ground in waves, rising ceaselessly.

At the very moment the Grandmaster of the Solar Sect learned the truth and prepared to storm Hao Xiao Divine Mountain—

Lin Feng’s first thought was that Qin Lan might have strained her neck. But as he studied her expression, he noticed that, despite her mature and beautiful appearance, there was a faint shadow of sorrow lingering on her face.

After leaving the café, we had dinner together at an upscale steakhouse, where I ordered another bottle of red wine.

“Integrity is the lifeblood of our Golden Guard. I can vouch for that!” Iron Hawk declared with sudden seriousness.

Amidst the chaos as everyone battled furiously, Mu Feng’s voice boomed above the din.

“Oh, Governor Zhu, you haven’t heard? The murderer was really caught, but now someone’s let him escape—we’re all furious about it. If you hadn’t come, I’d have gone looking for you myself…” The one speaking was Zhang Guohong’s father, Zhang Maozhen.

Helan Li swallowed nervously, gazing up at the tightly closed palace gates, her heart pounding in her throat.

Meanwhile, Qi Potian had already obtained a seed from the Heaven Desolation Tree, carefully plucking it from the branch with the power of space.