Chapter 43: A Night Covered in Snow (11)

Jiang Ziya kept insisting on addressing Liu Er as the Great Emperor, hoping to use the authority of the Heavenly Court to pressure Liu Er into withdrawing his troops. Snake Demon and the others made no comment; they understood that Sikong Yan’s words were directed at a few of the wandering cultivators present.

“Don’t flatter yourself; we are in no way a good match. Don’t even think about it—my father would never agree!” Shuang Xuelan said coldly, ignoring the ardent look in Liu Shengyan’s eyes.

He lost his life, yet it made Xiong Ti’s fate more resilient than a cat’s. Xiong Ti had died countless times, but every time he managed to escape death by a hair’s breadth.

Sunlight and Moonlight fixed their furious gazes on Long Yunzi, wishing they could tear him to pieces right then and there. Yet, they dared not act recklessly, so they simply turned away, refusing to look at him any longer.

Yuan Fou paid his respects to Liu Xun as a nephew would, not only astonishing Liu Xun, but also surprising the aristocrats and officials behind him. Yet, after the initial shock, they found themselves drawn to Yuan Fou. This move, paying respect as a junior, seemed to lower his own status on the surface, but in fact, it instantly won people’s hearts—a truly wise move.

As the Red Wolf departed, a complex look flashed in the Capricorn Monster’s eyes, as if she and Red Wolf shared a hidden past.

“Maitreya, let them out,” Bodhi said softly, shaking his head in resignation.

“Hmph! You dare stand in my way? Utterly ignorant of your own doom!” As he spoke, the aura surrounding the Patriarch of the Nether River intensified, his murderous intent becoming almost tangible. He resembled a monstrous beast, unmatched in ferocity.

“It’s nothing, really nothing to worry about,” Xingchen Meng said, recalling the terrifying pain of the Wax of the Void. Though it hadn’t lasted long, it had been excruciating, and the memory still left her unsettled.

In other words: Earth's gravity does not act directly upon the Moon, but upon the surrounding space, distorting it. The Moon moves within this warped space, and from a three-dimensional perspective, it appears to orbit the Earth.

Lu Hanqiang nodded, but then shook his head. Zezhou was directly under the Shanxi Provincial Administration, and he still had no say in such matters.

Upon turning and entering his own house, he suddenly felt a violent stir in his spirit, as if something unusual was coming from the southeast.

Upon hearing this, Minister Wang let out a long sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t an official government yamen, it was fine. Gathering intelligence for the Emperor was best entrusted to the countless inns and carriage houses scattered across the land—there could be no better choice.

At the auction, a wide variety of items were up for bid: talismans from Dragon-Tiger Mountain, antiques unearthed from all over China, and of course, numerous medicinal ingredients.

The strategist didn’t know what was happening, but seeing Xia Chen’s anxious expression, he nimbly maneuvered the steering wheel and brought the car safely to a stop by the roadside in just three seconds.

Xia Chen patiently slowed his pace, accompanying Xu Duoduo as she ate, since it was his first time inviting her to a meal and he wanted to take things slowly.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the innkeeper hurriedly pulled him away, afraid that things might get deadly, which would be much harder to handle.

Many of the soldiers of the 180th Division were seasoned veterans who understood the situation well. With their commander personally leading the charge, morale was high. Though enemy shells continued to rain down, the brave soldiers pressed forward fearlessly.

“Why bother saving anyone? Didn’t you hear what the lord said? If you can’t cover the retreat, you run as well. There must be a reason for his words; we absolutely cannot delay his business!” someone said.

Anyone could see that Young Lord Shenfeng’s motives were nothing more than a desire for the Stone-Turning Finger.

“My lady, how did Xia Zhaoyuan suddenly get promoted?” Ever since Li Xin had been framed by Consort Xiao at the beginning of the year, Zhi He had become increasingly thorough and thoughtful in all matters.

The Fifth Princess noticed Li Xin was troubled lately, so she kept pestering her to take her out for some fun.

While I was distracted, he forcibly drew his own vital blood and stained the entire Wordless Stele red.

The Second Prince suffered a great loss but dared not complain. Even if he wanted revenge against Xi Zixiao and Hua Jiu, that would have to wait until after his leg had healed; for now, he dared not act rashly.

Zhu Houzhao was still watching the ministers with a mischievous look, completely unaware that they had already counted him among the ranks of the “dragon yang.”

“I will not die, I…” The Empress Dowager continued speaking behind her, but Li Xin no longer wished to listen.

“Hm?” Li Li ignored Zhao Shun as if he didn’t exist, shook his head, and left, muttering to himself as he went.

“You know, you are a clever person. Whatever I say, you understand,” Dong Qilin said as he pulled Li Xin onto the bed to sit with him.

“With your knowledge and cultivation, even you do not understand. How could I, a mere warrior, grasp its mysteries?” Ye Yun replied with a bitter smile.

Old Madam Zhang knew the young master had gone to his maternal grandfather’s house. She beamed as she bid them farewell.

“How could I have offended her? It's her own bad temper; she just can't stand me,” Liu Beibei said, head lowered, feeling quite miserable.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. I only came out to admire the moonlight, and now I should return,” Lan Mi said courteously, preparing to head back to the banquet hall.

The weather changed, thunder and lightning clashed, water and fire intermingled. In an instant, the power overwhelmed the Xuan Yun Cave, which began to collapse. Countless blocks of black ice fell, and bitter cold condensed the air. Within that curtain of light, Saint Chunshui was almost certain Qian Ye could not possibly escape.

At the Holy Land of the Dan Sect, peace and anticipation filled the air. Everyone watched intently, as if awaiting something extraordinary.

“No, absolutely not! This is drawing far too much attention. The three pots of golden bamboo that appeared in Yishi were already more than enough to make a spectacle.”

Mingzhu smiled faintly as she finished speaking, but Yan Ruo’s heart sank; she suddenly felt a chill and stared dazedly at Mingzhu.