Volume One, Chapter 55: He Is Restraining Himself

With just a single sentence and a single photograph, the tension between Su Li and Bai Zhiyao flared up completely.

This time, Su Li lost.

She railed at Mo Xingyuan and He Xinyan with all the fury she could muster, but the only consolation was that she had never loved Mo Xingyuan in the first place, so the loss meant little to her.

It was simply that she couldn’t stand Bai Zhiyao’s subtle, scheming ways; competitiveness had gotten the better of her, and she’d wanted to challenge her just for the sake of it.

If she truly tried to compete with Bai Zhiyao, she would surely lose miserably.

The sound of horns and commands echoed across the winter grasslands. Prince Mead’s army exuded an air of grim determination—even the steam snorting from the warhorses’ nostrils seemed to carry the scent of death. In stark contrast, Yang Yi’s forces stood in utter silence, as if nothing at all had happened; smoke from cookfires even curled up from the camp.

After all, he hadn’t forgotten what Rams had said earlier: if Old Tywin truly had ten thousand heavy cavalry, then the newly improved trebuchets were meant for them. Revealing them too early would utterly squander their strategic value.

“Ling Yi, we’re still about three thousand meters from the Cube,” Ani said as he fiddled with the computer beside him. A portable device was plugged in, displaying analyzed data about the scepter and the jewels.

Having been drilled by Zong Ze and Zong Yulin, Kong Yanzhou’s troops had made camp with impressive density. Before them lay the northern military encampment at Qichun, home to two thousand soldiers—the elite of the Kong family army.

With that, Ling Yue strode forward without waiting to hear anything further from Zhao Baobao; after all, she knew nothing, and if they discovered anything because of her, it would be trouble.

After a long silence, she smiled faintly and said, “This year the snow is heavy; in winter, the wheat needs three heavy quilts. The general’s army must sleep with weapons at the ready. When the snow blocks the mountains, the general will understand at a glance—this is the message of the ‘Wolf Star.’” As she finished, a cold smile flickered across her lips.

A vast empire, unlike any before, had arisen. Following that, Yang Yi had to formulate laws, rites, and military regulations—a thousand tangled threads to unravel—while the city of Hanover celebrated, wild with festivity, for a full half month.

According to the Tome of Ten Thousand Demons, though the Earthstone’s interior was an alternate dimension, it could be used to activate sharp magical instruments. With sufficient speed, one could break through the barriers between spaces in a single instant, emerging unscathed. Tian Xuanzi sat cross-legged, chin propped on hand, pondering: the Sword Manual of Shushan contained countless secrets—surely he could find a technique for high-speed swordplay.

“Don’t worry, no shortcuts were taken.” Li Lingyi thought to himself that his brother certainly worried about everything: when the younger brother had no strength, the elder worried; when he gained strength, he fretted whether it had been achieved too quickly.

Old Zi sniffed the air for Long Fei’s scent, more puzzled than ever—it was on both sides. Which was real? He glanced toward the Land of Fire and chose to pursue the direction of the shadow clone.

This kind of transcendence, this mastery that reached the “divine realm,” was but one aspect of the forces that govern celestial bodies.

Blood Dew summoned the Shadow Eagle once more. With black wings unfurled, it soared into the sky. Its powerful talons made one’s heart race with dread.

Chu Yichen fixed her with a steadfast gaze, his eyes filled with determination, as if to say, “If you don’t teach me, I simply won’t do it.”

Reminded by Lin Yaxin, Liu Ruohuan hurriedly surveyed the corners of the house, finally noticing that at some point, a section of tile on the roof had been quietly shifted aside, revealing a slender bamboo tube poking through.

A’Yuan sensed this was her chance to escape the drudgery of the matron and, without hesitation, took her treasures to the mission hall on the floating island where she resided.

Followers of neutral deities could not be killed—the risk of turning a potential friend into a potential enemy could not be taken.

For this reason, Yi Xue remained wildly popular. Her account on “New World” had over ten million followers—a staggering feat. If she managed to reach the world finals, it was no exaggeration to predict her fans would number at least a hundred million.

Angolamanyu was instantly swallowed up, while Yustisa, having no desires and being merely a machine assigned with tasks, became the link to this “void.”