Chapter 45

Gu Fei’s brow furrowed deeply—how could someone set fire without alerting him? Just who was this person? Yet, Zhan Weiqi remarked that it was already good enough that he now called Rong Shaoqing “Brother Rong.” One day, after marrying Zhuo Lexuan, even Rong Shaoqing would have to call him “brother-in-law.”

Perhaps due to last night’s drinking, Zeng Bingbing awoke at five with a stomachache. She went downstairs to pour some hot water and, watching Sister Lan prepare breakfast, recalled how well Ho Jingran’s parents had praised her cooking last night. After some thought, she joined in the preparations.

Lord Song’s words snapped the bewildered soldiers back to attention. They began to scrutinize everything carefully, their previously lax spirits suddenly tightened. Indeed, they could not afford to be careless; the Later Zhou people were notoriously cunning—this had to be a trap, no doubt about it.

Yang Tianqing shouted loudly, his figure moving like the wind. His fists radiated power, his palms harnessing qi energy. In just a few moves, he scattered and repelled the crowd.

“Mom, what’s wrong with me? Why does my stomach hurt?” She clutched her abdomen.

Cheng Moyu put away her phone, glanced at her, then took out some potato chips she had tucked away and replaced them with some dried fruit.

Zeng Bingbing shook her head. “Probably need a whole basket! The basket is fresh; once dried, maybe half will remain. There are too many people to bring gifts for when I go home.”

“That Empress Dowager of Later Zhou not only mingles intimately with her palace attendants day and night but even went so far as to kill her own son—truly a role model for parents, utterly laughable!” Fang Hua, having learned the visitor’s identity, grew bold and outspoken. This Empress Dowager was outrageously arrogant.

Due to the loss of elite players, although the hundreds of millions in the US server mostly hadn’t surpassed level 50, even if each dealt just one point of forced damage, it would be more than enough to overwhelm Anton.

Li Qiang focused and saw Zhang Xuemei squinting with a smiling gaze filled with a predatory gleam.

Most students understood these lessons well enough; Jing Yuexin merely recited theoretical knowledge formulaically, causing many to drift into drowsiness. After all, nothing in the world was as boring as EL exotic energy.

“Jiang Shao, no need for formalities. Just call me Wang Hu or Ah Hu. From now on, we brothers will follow your lead!” The fierce-looking Wang Hu said flatteringly.

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Seeing his indifferent, superficial attitude, Janice felt discouraged, snorted coldly, and prepared to leave.

Xia Yuan’s heart sank somewhat. Aside from the mech’s performance gap, the fact that Jing Yuexin was leading the attack made things difficult. Had it been someone else, he might have risked it all, but now he simply could not bring himself to harm that kind and beautiful teacher.

Actually, the Five Peaks Demon’s thoughts weren’t wrong; he was comparing himself to others. The other person, Han Ruo Xianzi, recruited by the Fragrant Fairy, excelled in formations and had prepared anti-air arrays in advance, needing only a short time to set them up.

However, since the CEO insisted, he had no choice but to comply. After a few more words, he hung up.

Before they could ponder further, Xia Yuan took a deep breath, suddenly activated the cockpit shield, and without regard for danger, leapt from a great height.

“Yes, yes, thank you Director Hu, I won’t dare again!” Sun Zhiwei wiped sweat from his brow, responding repeatedly. Yet his eyes were full of gratitude toward Li Qiang.

Wu Feixu’s words were soft but carried. Everyone nearby heard them, and Xue Bingling’s face instantly flushed crimson as she exclaimed sharply.

Everyone showed signs of shame. Since Zhao Gou steadfastly refused to send troops across the river, even Yue Fei had nothing to say.

Uchiha Madara smiled slyly. When he finished speaking, the heads of the Uzumaki and Hyuga clans appeared, respectfully saluting him. Though neither spoke, their actions confirmed Madara’s words.

In terms of rank, Empress Jiang’s position was higher. With Consort Jing present, she need not rise to bow.

Gu Chaoyan gave him a formal bow; Ouyang Mingjing returned it. This formal bow was something he had learned from palace attendants.

Shangguan Yun was filled with emotion. Though Song and Liao were enemies, their situations were similar: corrupt officials in power, weak armies, internal strife, and external threats, causing unbearable suffering for the common people.

“Senior Tiger Craftsman, don’t be polite. I’ve become quite familiar with Starfall City. I’ll have no problem returning on my own,” Shifeng said with a smile, bowing to the Tiger Craftsman. The two then parted ways.

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To his left sat Mu Liansheng, Deputy Sect Leader of Tianwu Sect, below him was Danli of the Buddhist Sect, and others took their seats in order. Dongli Tianji, Island Master of Penglai Island in Donglin Hezhou, and Su Qianhe, Lord of Wangyou Fortress in Xihai Continent, were seated last, reflecting the hierarchy. Below them were disciples from various sects, with Lin Dongyun and others at the very end.

“They’ve received word—a batch of container trucks will enter the city today,” A Niu reported the current plan’s progress to A Tao.

Cheng Nuo broke out in a cold sweat, wanting to say something but biting her lip and swallowing her words.

“Boom, boom, boom—reform ranks!” As Lü Bu’s army arrived, Cao Cao personally grabbed a drumstick and ordered the Lianhuan cavalry, Youzhou cavalry, and Hubaoyi three camps to regroup.

The “Nine-colored Deer” bore an extreme yang attribute; its blade was suffused with a divine immortal aura, possessing some purifying power against evil and venomous demons. If wielded skillfully, it could even sever and separate souls.

“Kangde, send me the location and map immediately.” Not long after Tang Xinyu’s request, Kangde efficiently transmitted the map, where Tang Xinyu spotted a cluster of golden light—Dragon Horn Mountain.

Long Yang’s feet moved instinctively, treading the very ground where he once walked, laughing and playing.

The dossier was sparse. In truth, most non-human residents of Gray Clothes Alley were “undocumented” by the Six Doors’ standards. After all, creatures like Hog, a cowardly monster who never killed, were rare. So the household registration Yao Jing held belonged to the legitimate commoners—or human residents—of Gray Clothes Alley.

“What use is that? He can’t lead troops or fight.” Lü Bu was furious. He had to take Yangping Pass before Zhang Lu gathered reinforcements. Otherwise, with heavy defenses—no, even a mediocre general under Lü Bu’s command with a thousand or so soldiers could hold the enemy outside the national border.