Chapter 29: Peculiar

It was the height of summer, yet this southern city, tucked away in a remote corner, felt refreshingly cool compared to the imperial capital—far more than just a little. The woman set her farming tools aside and sat down across from them with a cheerful smile.

"Are you here specifically to witness the deity festival?" she asked.

Gu Hansheng nodded, his eyes reflecting the naïve clarity of a university student.

"Yes, we’re all college students. It’s summer break, and we heard about the festival here..."

"Ever since we obtained this scroll of the Demon Scripture, we’ve been studying it, but its mysteries continue to elude us!" The Earth-Devouring Demon Lord shook his head. He had thought himself fortunate to acquire such a treasure, but it turned out to be inscrutable.

Shen Aotian vaguely recalled establishing both the Alchemy Sect and the Artifact Sect in the Celestial Empire, each led by the Elder of Martial Crowns and the chief elder of the Dwarven Clan. He wondered how they were faring now—had they already begun to shape the sects into proper institutions?

It was laughable. Her sea of consciousness was nothing like her current body, which had been sealed by that purple thunder. The sea of consciousness, accompanied by her soul, had journeyed from her homeland to this place, unchanged, retaining the peak of her former strength.

The American soldiers were utterly overwhelmed; bullets and shells rained from all sides, comrades falling with agonized screams. Corpses lay broken and piled everywhere. Wounded soldiers writhed in pain atop volcanic ash, praying for the medics’ intervention.

Yin Sheng’s gaze fixed upon Feidian’s slender, well-defined finger. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and called out to it.

The sky shimmered with a pale light, and Death roamed the city in a frenzy. Each shell burst into a cascade of colored mushroom clouds—brilliant and dazzling. With every flash, countless lives were snuffed out.

As for how much resentment yesterday’s dowry brought upon Miss Qing, she couldn’t say, nor did she care to dwell on it.

That night, Zhou Wanheng sent Su Yanchi a flood of text messages. Su didn’t dare read any of them; he simply deleted them all, one by one.

There’s a benefit to wandering alone: nimble and unencumbered, you can go wherever you please, fast and free.

"Aunt Wang, we’ll head out first!" Xia Yongning said. She’d meant to invite Aunt Wang along, but the older woman insisted she wouldn’t join the young crowd—her age wouldn’t allow her to do much, and she’d only cause trouble. She refused, no matter what.

"My point is, even if we’re to gain experience, it ought to be on the European front. As for suppressing the peasant army—surely that experience is negligible for us?" the young Eisenhower explained.

Now, the three blades were no longer in their possession; Huo Lian had reclaimed them, though nobody knew where he’d stashed them.

Bang, bang, bang! Sparks flew, meteors whirled. The Fiery War Chariot, like a steel-armored wild bull, charged out of the underground garage with a roar, shattering the guardrail in two.

Amid the train-whistle howls, on August 1st, 1915, the Russian Hoflin Group—comprising six corps, thirteen infantry divisions, three cavalry divisions, roughly 32,000 men and 920 artillery pieces—launched their first major assault, surrounding the advancing Allied forces at Aleisk with an air of inevitability.

At first, Huang Xiao could clearly feel the power of the ‘Heartfire’ rapidly rising; increasing its strength was relatively easy.

The great hall was suddenly flooded with light, yet the two sword rays remained intact, a testament to their masters’ skillful control.

Isn’t such conduct insidious? Isn’t it cruel? Binding ordinary people to one’s war chariot, exploiting them, and when it’s all over, those poor souls remain grateful, moved to the core... It’s just as the saying goes: sold out, yet counting the money for the seller.

As for the palace, Kōmō Saionji had no concerns. After the outbreak of war, one regiment from the Imperial Guard Division was stationed around the palace, and with the nearly thousand-strong royal guards, the palace should be quite secure.