Volume 1, Chapter 47: She Intended to Take Full Advantage of Jiang Xian

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Blood continuously flowed from Qiu Guhan's face and wrists, dyeing his clothes crimson, a sight that was deeply startling.
I walked to within a meter of the golden head, tossed the bronze awl aside, and silently recited a couple of lines in my heart.
Princess Yaxian was two years older than the little ones; while the little ones were already capable of scheming, she might be slightly less so, yet a child raised in the palace knew very well how to read people's expressions. Previously, she had been provoked by Yurou in the garden, which was why, in her vexation, she had chased Yurou all the way here to the Grand Empress Dowager's quarters.
Muxia and Mulengzhi looked like accompanying servants, whereas Cangli and Fengchen rather resembled elderly retainers from the household.
I ate a casual meal, while Ajiu remained as icy as ever without speaking, which actually stirred a trace of guilt within my heart.
They should also be able to figure it out: how could a spy possibly charge right into the muzzle of the imperial court's guns along with them?
As I walked past a patch of flowers, I saw Prince Ze, Jimo Zize, sitting in the corner of a covered corridor with Mo Yuyun, engaged in conversation.
"Your humble servant arrives late, I beg the Emperor's forgiveness." Jimo Zize hurried in from outside the doorway. Without waiting for a eunuch to announce him, he bowed to Jimo He'ao upon the dais.
"Xibao Town is not an easy place to go to, oh." Group Leader Feng looked into the deep night ahead and let out a heavy sigh.
There are only two ways to make subordinates completely obedient: one is loyalty, and the other is fear. Yet the method Madam Wang used to drive these people to serve her was undoubtedly the latter. Controlling subordinates through fear is easily achieved, but just as easily lost.
Taking Tu Meng along, Wudi didn't bother walking up from low to high along the Seven Hot Springs. After asking Tu Meng for clear directions, he simply vaulted straight across the mountain ridge from the side.
Thus, the flood dragon and the roc stood locked in confrontation mid-air, both well aware that victory or defeat might hang upon a single strike.
"That's right. I am indeed suspicious." Youya delivered a blunt blow that left Zeng Huan stunned.

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Fleeing was the only way to save one's life! However, the moment Li Yaojie's figure stirred, Fifth Yao seemed to have anticipated his thought. With a waft of fragrant wind, Li Yaojie saw Fifth Yao standing mockingly at the doorway, watching him with her arms crossed over her chest.
Xie Yunfei was filled with misery. Having finally mustered the courage to step outside, he ran right into Li Yaojie again; he suspected he was seeing ghosts. Indeed, in his eyes, Li Yaojie was practically indistinguishable from a malicious spirit.
They were not the monsters under Barto who still retained a modicum of restraint, nor were they the wretched wretches under Kamp who were so unfortunate as to have no commander and could only swim across the sea; they were the subordinates of Lacafier.
The four of them looked sheepish. Song naturally wouldn't actually discipline the four of them, but those carefully crafted flattery lines could no longer be spoken. It truly felt like striking cotton with a hammer; that hollow, uncomfortable emptiness left all four of their sullen and depressed emotions plastered right across their faces.
"Director, I don't think the city is going to contract the factory out to us in management," Hou Baoquan muttered once more.
"Really? What irrefutable proof is there? Although you make it sound quite convincing, I still find it hard to believe." Youya could not afford to be careless on this matter.
After pondering for a long time, Ling Zuotian extracted a portion of blood from his own body, wrapping it within his spiritual energy.
Yet Ling Zuotian's worry was superfluous after all. Amidst a battlefield filled with every conceivable sound—roars, explosions, cries for help—who could possibly distinguish the added, thunderous roar generated by a massive force frictioning against the air?
Er Ming did not wish to leave First Manor just yet; after all, there were ready-made food and drinks here, alongside various items collected by First Manor over the years. These matters required proper handling before he could depart.
That a mother could commit such a cruel deed was something Jingrong could never have imagined. She had thought it merely an overly cruel rumor, yet from the Empress Dowager's own lips, this fact was confirmed once again.
During the combat, Huang Ming was the most conspicuous. Wielding a long saber, he stood with his back to the tunnel entrance, specifically hacking at the backs of the charging enemies. Virtually no one could withstand a single blow of his; even the few fellows with thick armor had their defenses shattered in one strike and could only lie groaning upon the ground.
The water Ye Xiang used for cooking was fetched from the stream every time. Just as she approached the stream carrying the bucket, she heard a sound.
"Let me show you what extraordinary power looks like!" Shangfeng declared, his arm vibrating as streams of water vapor surged straight toward Chen Feng.

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Ye Xiang readied herself once more, thinking that perhaps she had been heading in the wrong direction previously. Choosing a firearm just because of her small stature was definitely the wrong move. Those tough-hided creatures truly could not be dealt with by a few bullets. She decisively switched to a military saber.
Yet amid the fierce battle, they had scarcely any time to reflect. Facing the attacks of Lanhai and the others, they could only manage to hold on bitterly.
These five middle-realm masters had all initially hoped to join the mightiest Dream Emperor Supreme Great World, but regrettably, they had been rejected. Among the other miracle controllers, only Jun Yining and Lin Miaomiao had temporarily not turned them away.
Among the nine great divine venerables, the Fire Venerable and the Ice Venerable were the most at odds, perpetually unable to meet. Whenever they encountered one another, disaster would strike someone, unless Wang Feng in his true form or two other divine venerables were present to suppress the wrath of both ice and fire. Originally traveling in opposite directions, who could have foreseen that they would cross paths in the South China Sea?
As the two departed, Wang Feng understood that he had stayed here long enough and it was time to leave. It was just that having spent over a decade in the Gela Department, where Azhi and Hutou had gone without yet returning remained a mystery.
Yet, this was a point he could not refute; after all, he truly had taken advantage of their precarious situation at the time, and from the very beginning, he had harbored the intent to keep Gu Caiwei by his side. And subsequently, he had indeed succeeded.
The director of Zhongchuan Entertainment cursed inwardly as an "old fox!" He and Zhu Ling were relatives, and their usual interactions were passable. The old fox's implication could not be clearer; he undoubtedly wanted him to whisper some words into Zhu Ling's ear.
Having not seen him for several years, it felt as though his father's white hair had increased by two-thirds, and his gaze lacked its former decisiveness and sharpness, replaced by a touch of gentleness. Even those wrinkle-ridden hands were covered in rough, thick calluses.
Gao Ruohan still could not remember how many times Bi Yuchen had told her that night: It's all my fault.
Therefore, at times like this, one must remain completely unflustered and breathless, striking straight at the opponent's pain points just like in a debate match, effortlessly countering their words with an unperturbed demeanor.
He interrupted his train of thought before Xiao Nanbang could speak, while the latter frowned in quiet disapproval.