Chapter 35: The First Snow of 1948!

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Five or six people came out in a row. They were dressed alike, each carrying a wooden case on his back. All had cultivated true qi and were already nearing the peak of Qi Refinement.

As he watched the hunched man—bare-chested and about as filthy and disheveled as himself—reach for the smooth walking stick beside him, with its tattered strip of cloth, the young man could not help tightening his grip on the blade once more.

He had revealed supernatural arts before ordinary people, causing numerous deaths and injuries among the common folk. Nothing like this had happened even once in several hundred years. To the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, Ku Da's crime was surely punishable by death. Unless Ku Da died, there would be no way to intimidate the other cultivators of the Great Virtue Sacred Dynasty.

The centaur chieftain transformed by Su Hong forcibly withstood the attacks of the Netherworld Spirits defending the outer tower. Li Dalei and the others charged forward without restraint, while a stone giant wreathed in terrifying hellfire barreled through everything in its path. With a single assault beneath the tower, they easily tore apart the psychological defenses of the Nightmares.

Now that the Fifth Prince had been cleared of suspicion, the Emperor had ordered a thorough investigation. Sooner or later, they would uncover the Seventh Prince.

As Xiangzi spoke, he casually glanced at the faint scars that still marked Xin Huzi's left cheek. He had a keen eye; in fact, he had noticed that old wound the moment he touched Xin Huzi earlier.

The Divine Realm—that was an existence above the Imperial Realm. Even in the world beyond the Profound Star Continent, the Scarlet Heaven Spirit Realm, there were no experts of the Divine Realm. The strongest among them had reached no higher than the Imperial Realm.

The changes in her body and mind left Wu Zetian deeply worried. She feared that she might suddenly grow old. Every day, she would look into many mirrors, carefully checking for white hairs and seeing whether any new wrinkles had appeared on her face.

“I learned from a reliable source that the Solomon you follow slaughtered all of his subordinates before the end of the previous era,” Wu Bei said.

Because of the cycles of reincarnation he had undergone time and again, the karmic power contained within Qin Rui had continued to accumulate. The potential for karmic reversal within each incarnation of Qin Rui had likewise grown stronger. This accumulation was more than enough to meet the requirements for opening the Gate. If the Gate could not be opened, Qin Rui would have found that strange.

I carefully preserved this wisp of consciousness. The next moment, I appeared at the entrance to a manor in the wilderness. Because of the war, the once-peaceful estate had become a heavily guarded fortress. Walls reinforced with massive stones and enormous timbers were more than enough to keep out any enemy who might attempt to invade.

The former prefectural government of Shang Commandery had also been commandeered by Meng Tian and converted into the Northern Inspection Office. For the past few days, Fusu had kept himself shut inside. His former grand ambitions and blazing passion had completely vanished, leaving behind only a gray and desolate world.

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When Lin Pu and I arrived at Zhu Yi's garden villa, we were surprised to find an old woman sweeping the courtyard with a broom.

It looked somewhat similar to silver essence, gleaming brilliantly and painfully bright. However, anything that could be brought out at a time like this naturally could not be silver essence.

After parting with Professor Han, I arranged for Guo Xiangrong and Dai Chunhe to sell all the villas in the central villa district at once. For the time being, we rented a house in the outskirts of the capital.

After hearing the Martial Saint's words, Shen Yi suppressed the aura within his body. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground. Scenes of drinking and talking with Yang Xiao and Brother Meng surfaced in his mind. At that moment, his heart was filled with unbearable pain. Yang Xiao and Brother Meng had helped him immensely, yet now they were separated from him by life and death.

This was under the assumption that Lu Chen did not know the Eagle family's eldest young master had also intervened. If he did know, Lu Chen could already pronounce the Third Young Master of the Eagle family guilty and sentence him to death.

Fei Qiu lay west of Xianyang and north of the Wei River. Viewed from the river, the land rose in a series of terraces. After Qin was destroyed, Xiang Yu granted this region to Zhang Han, the Yong King, as his capital, allowing him to divide the Guanzhong region with Dong Yi and Sima Xin and contain Liu Bang's advance northward.

After witnessing the scene with his own eyes, the Wu soldier's eyes immediately lit up, and a suppressed, delighted expression spread across his face. After all, he had been acting under orders. If the operation failed, he likely would not survive long enough to return to Wu. Even if he did make it back alive, he would probably be punished upon his return.

Aside from Gouzi, everyone in the Ma family had been killed—the parents and the grandfather alike. The villagers were both sighing over the tragedy and burning with righteous fury.

The next day, Mo Li woke up. Before he had even opened his eyes, he already felt a little dizzy. It seemed he really could not drink strong liquor anymore. Even if he did drink, he would have to pay attention to how much he consumed. Drinking like this only meant suffering later.

“Let go of me. I’ll count to three.” Tang Zhiyan was furious. Being awakened by all that noise was an unbearable experience.

Sitting alone before the floor-to-ceiling window, Lu Qingqing sighed, her eyes brimming with tears. She truly did not want to think about it.

After this incident, Lu Qingqing had finally witnessed the “glorious achievements” Han Tianqi had spoken of. But this was probably only the tip of the iceberg, wasn’t it?

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Lan Xin obediently nodded. Shumi then took her hand and placed it against her own chest. At the same time, she pulled out the ribbon tying up her hair, and her long black hair fell straight down to her ankles.

After the two had run out of sight, Peng Jue and Wan Wu leaped out of the roadside bushes and began flailing their arms and smacking themselves all over with loud slaps.

Mu Bai's undershirt was already soaked through. Beside him stood “Chen Fan,” along with the other Human List experts, all wearing cold expressions as they stared fixedly at the white mist in the distance.

Should I reveal my identity, issue orders to the entire army, and take advantage of the fact that she had not yet been formally enlisted to track her down?

That gate, which was never opened lightly, had barred nearly all the people of the world from entering. In the past hundred years, it had been opened only three times.

Even so, the recovery of their inner breath was far from satisfactory. When they opened their eyes at dawn the following day, the mountains and rivers had only just recovered fifty percent of their inner breath.

She climbed down from above, climbed down from below, turned around and climbed down, hopped down, flew up and descended, crouched on the ground and climbed up again—in short, she threw out all the poisonous powder in every posture imaginable.

The atmosphere of the entire meeting instantly grew heavy. Everyone had vaguely guessed what was happening, but for a while, no one knew how to speak.

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