Volume 1, Chapter 50: Drunk and Asking for Lu Xiaoman

Jun Moqun nodded in approval and instructed Baisha to pack the luggage. After having dinner with Zhongli Chun, washing up, and sharing a brief, affectionate moment, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Early the next morning, the three of them donned heavy cotton-padded garments, mounted their horses to leave the city, and headed to Jing County where they boarded a large vessel to sail downstream, making directly for Suzhou in Kuaiji Commandery by the East China Sea.

The azure sky resembled a blue cloth embellished with scattered white blossoms—the drifting clouds. Below lay breathtaking vistas of exotic flowers, rare herbs, sprawling orchards, and boundless grasslands of mesmerizing beauty.

He always felt that such things were meant simply for gazing upon. Whenever his mood soured, touching something of such extreme softness would instantly soothe his spirit and lift his heart.

Zhongli Chun lay on the bed, staring at the canopy overhead, pondering what plans to make after entering the capital. Her clear autumn-water eyes churned with boundless hatred, keeping her awake the entire night. She rose early to practice the sword.

The Heavenly Empress and the Cold-Faced God remained at a stalemate, neither uttering a word. This drove the Bird Queen frantic with anxiety. For as long as Ruyi remained unrescued, she felt as though she were walking on burning coals.

It could be said that they had branched into numerous industries, and quite a few of these sectors stood at the relative forefront of the contemporary world.

Li Bai smiled and said, "Of course, not only do I know him, but I am also very familiar with him." Thinking of the numerous incriminating handles he held against Chen Dajin, a faint smile played on Li Bai's lips.

"There were some issues at the company that kept me busy until now," he fabricated a lie, wishing to spare her from needless worry.

Yet none of this mattered to her anymore. What truly mattered was that she could no longer treat Shaoheng in the future; Madam Feng's death had caused an irrevocable break between her and the Northern Courtyard.

Four fiends bound Lin Xueer, who lay sleeping on the bed, and stuffed a rag into her mouth! Moments later, they flew off to Hedong Village, landed in the courtyard, and knocked on Zhu Zheng's door.

The population of Pingzhou was far too sparse; without support from the interior, survival was impossible. Once Liaodong was cut off, the entire Korean Peninsula would be lost. Sima Ji's previous accusation before Sun Lü was merely a pretext framing the Goguryeo people. In reality, the border shared between Goguryeo and Youzhou was nearly negligible, but Pingzhou truly stood face-to-face with them.

Old man Qin fared even worse. Even with Li Tianhong distracted to shield him, he was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into a pillar behind him and instantly vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The Azure Garment Sect was originally the preeminent demonic cult of the Central Plains, one whose very name struck terror into both the righteous and the underworld. Yet though fear remained today, the sentiment had shifted from dread of a "Great Demon King" to apprehension toward a "lunatic." He could sense that whenever he fought someone lately, his opponent's eyes invariably carried a look of utter disdain.

Chen Minjun's complexion was ashen. If even her own people lacked confidence, how could anyone else have any?

What Ximen Qing had not anticipated was that while the show was still broadcasting the flashback segment, PD119 had already surged onto the trending search lists.

They resembled fragile pieces of porcelain, upon which fine black cracks began to spontaneously spread.

Hao coughed up blood, swaying unsteadily and struggling to continue manifesting his Dao. Opening his eyes, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled—a truly joyful smile.

With this thought, Sima Ji felt a surge of certainty. As it turned out, he had simply happened upon a favorable era. If Murong Ke could reduce the royal capital of Goguryeo to ashes with a single fire, there was no reason he could not do the same. The Jin dynasty standing behind him was by no means some regional separatist regime like the Murong clan.

An hour is neither long nor short. For ordinary people, sitting idly and waiting for so long can indeed be agonizing. Fortunately, those present were both soldiers and cultivators who frequently spent three to five months in secluded meditation; sitting idly for an hour meant nothing to them.

The significance of a spy's identity went without saying. Since the American side proactively requested the exchange, it sufficiently proved that those three spies undoubtedly held top-tier classified secrets. If they were released, those secrets would undoubtedly fall into the hands of the adversary.

It was not because of any exceptional nobility on his part, but rather because the shock had left him somewhat deranged. Suddenly growing younger by more than a decade brought him immense psychological pressure, driving him to let his imagination run wild.

Although Narcissus's injuries had healed, her body had not yet returned to its peak condition. Still, walking presented her with no difficulty whatsoever.

However, having to spar with a vampire every single day proved somewhat difficult for everyone to accept.

Consequently, classic historical campaigns in ancient China involving water-tactics emerged endlessly. Leaving aside the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, one need only look at the Three Kingdoms era: Guan Yu flooding the seven armies, Cao Cao diverting the Zhang River to inundate the city of Ye during his campaign against Ji Province, and employing water-attack strategies while assaulting Lü Bu in Xuzhou.

Therefore, even if talking proved exhausting, Li Yang was determined to establish such rigorous systems from the very outset. With orders flowing smoothly downward and a strict hierarchy of respect between superior and subordinate, a territory could be properly governed. Otherwise, they might as well pack up and return whence they came, for they would never achieve greatness in a lifetime.

A brief sound of a slash rang out, and the sword lights of both combatants vanished simultaneously. Jiang Tian then flashed backward to the edge of the arena.

Of course, his primary objective was to observe whether this bizarre desert contained anything akin to illusions or hidden formations.

He had merely skimmed through it hastily before, feeling that the likelihood of getting lost—especially within an enclosed space—was exceedingly low, and thus paid it little mind. Now, recalling it, the knowledge came in handy.

This sensation deepened as Liao Tian, forced to shift positions and fight under the attacks of the Heaven-Finger Emperor, found that the Conviction Emperor timed the moment impeccably. The very instant Liao Tian vanished, the Conviction Emperor descended, wielding a crescent spade as dark as the night.

Deng Fei pulled Lu Ping down into the well, where Lu Ping broke off several white crystals. When Deng Fei hauled Lu Ping back up, everyone rushed forward to taste the white crystal, confirming that it was indeed salt. The crowd rejoiced, for in those days, salt was an immensely precious commodity.