Chapter 59: Experiment No. 970

Darkness, dampness, decay...

In a dim, sunless basement, a creature that was neither fully human nor fully eagle cradled a woman in its arms, her body resembling a patchwork of torn rag dolls. This woman was none other than Ding Siyu, whose corpse Zhu Zhifeng had spent an entire night stitching together. Zhu Zhifeng’s craftsmanship was meticulous; each stitch and thread was perfectly aligned, down to the millimeter.

Under Morita Kazume’s command, the Japanese regiment led a thousand-strong unit of young men onto a desolate grassy field. Every word and action, every syllable, was governed by rules. In those twenty years, he understood his identity deeply: the Crown Prince of the Li Dynasty, raised by the Empress. The position of the Eastern Palace, revered across the Storm Continent, was far from simple.

Qianqian slowly lowered her head, clenched her hand, and said, “I’ll go see where I can buy something to eat,” then walked toward the door.

Now that Li Xiuyuan himself no longer claimed to be from the Western Heaven, there was nothing more to discuss. He pressed his lips into a smile, his heart brimming with joy—an intuition, a connection, worthy of his child.

When he saw Qianqian’s hand reaching toward his royal brother, he jumped straight from the city wall, drew a dagger to cut his own hand, and embraced Qianqian.

She must have gone to the restroom, he reasoned, which was why she wasn’t there. There was no other possible explanation—she could only think this, and nothing else.

“Well, who do we have here? Isn’t this the big fool from the Yuchi family and the second dimwit from the Cheng family?” A discordant voice intruded.

A beam of light struck the forehead of the Moon Worship Sect Leader, whose face became utterly wooden, as if his body were an empty shell without a soul.

“Do you really think the only thing I care about is Yulingche?” Yuge turned her back directly.

Gardenias, tulips, and orchids as gentle as clear tea—Li Zhenwu chose a bit of each.

For some reason, he felt that a bashful, pure-faced youth couldn’t possibly be as innocent as he looked—perhaps because he himself was that type?

Li Zhenwu never understood the game of Go, and now was not the time for a rare chess match. He borrowed a fire starter and some paper, lit a candle, and examined things more carefully.

Unlike the empire, which launched satellites for the ink measurement system, the country’s success in launching three such satellites felt limited and lonely. The expected joy and celebration never arrived, for they could not bring themselves to rejoice.

Chuyuan did not argue with the strange man’s doubts, because everything was settled through combat. Chuyuan would show him what the true limits of a top-tier master really were.

“It’s nothing, thank you for your concern.” Deng Chao smiled and nodded, instantly thrilling the other man.

The golden sun rose, blanketing the earth in gold. The sunlight shone on Chen Luo as he worked in the fields, and Nun Nun glanced at her father. In the sunlight, her father seemed wrapped in a golden glow.

Swish! Swish! Swish! In an instant, Shana’s hands became a blur, landing dozens of soft punches in the blink of an eye, sealing all his vital acupoints.

They were no fools; everyone saw that the Four Great Sages were unwilling to help them. Only Tongtian had consistently aided them selflessly—how could they not be moved?

On the wall hung rare calligraphy by famous figures; there were no boisterous guests, no playful birdsong. There was not a hint of worldliness here.

“So how is this any different from bandits?” I was a little angry, but facing the government, I could only restrain my fiery temper.

Watching Mu Jiao’s unhesitating, unloving departure, Huangfu Bei’er’s heart ached beyond words, tears slipping silently from her eyes. From this day forward, this man would have nothing to do with her; she truly could not bear it, but what could she do?