Chapter 35

When they cast their gaze forward, however, they were met with surprise; they had never expected such an outcome. This left them profoundly curious, unable to fathom how the situation had turned out this way.

System Notification: You have slain Lilith, Assassin of Aomuki City. Plot Event "Hidden Traitor: Finale" has failed.

She had followed the Princess by waterway, traveling west toward the Central Plains, where she had grown accustomed to the misery of the common folk. Ashui, a slave of Han descent, had fallen into the water after being injured and was rescued by the Princess’s ship—perhaps this was her stroke of good fortune.

A balding middle-aged man bowed apologetically to Eriri before scurrying off the carriage as if fleeing.

Li Yuyun and her companions lurked in the shadows, observing the central tent under the cover of others.

In truth, Zhang Xutuo had long since prepared for the schemes Pang Tong laid out for Sun Ce, dispatching men early on to contact the Shanyue tribes of Jiangdong to continue causing trouble for Sun Ce. Even though Sun Ce had deployed many of his generals to deal with the local magnates, the sudden rebellion of the Shanyue caught him off guard.

The incident at Shuli Mountain caused an uproar at Shulang Pass. In particular, the news of Nan Wuxiang’s disappearance spread, shaking the morale of the army. The various chieftains were pacing in agitation, like ants on a hot pan.

Sun Ce was now waiting for the decisive battle against Liu Yao in three days’ time, though he remained vigilant against the possibility of Zhang Xutuo leading a raid on his camp.

This scene continued for about an hour, during which Li Yuyun engaged in over a hundred "battles."

Nan Wuxiang drove his sword into the ground. From a distance, nothing seemed amiss, but upon closer inspection, a faint purple glow emanated from the gap where the blade met the earth. The entire East Peak appeared unchanged, yet it felt deathly still.

It appeared to be a live television broadcast; it was quite a spectacle, worthy of an event that had been planned for so long.

Some kept their ideas hidden, fearing their concepts would be stolen. Whether in terms of capital or development teams, they had no advantage over Chen Linzhi.

The man in white complained indignantly while forced to continue the game of chess with him. On the board, the white pieces had swallowed a section of black, seemingly turning the tide, leaving the black pieces once again at a disadvantage.

When Shou returned to the research institute, he found a pile of items placed before his door. He nudged them with his foot—snacks, biscuits, fruit, even paper cranes. He frowned, wondering what on earth this was.

Fortunately, there were dense, jagged rocks nearby. He managed to grab hold of them, narrowly escaping a perilous fate.

They only knew that these individuals possessed immense cultivation, but uncovering their true backgrounds was no easy task. Wan Jingting had even joined them in their movements, with Wang Lu and others also lending their support.

After all, his daily work involved handing out cigarettes and receiving them so frequently that it had long since become muscle memory.

The two Sha Yuan seemed to be slowly tormenting their spirits, approaching them at an agonizingly slow pace. With every step they took, the victims' heartbeats quickened, throwing them into a panic.

The Martial Arts Tournament took place every five years, intended to evaluate the overall standing of the younger generation across all families in the martial arts world, as well as serving as a standard for selecting the next core members of each family.

Nanny Jia’s parents-in-law had lived in the capital for several years, and their brothers back home had begun to covet their property. Since Nanny Jia had hitched her wagon to such a high branch, why would they worry about food or drink? It was like sitting on a mountain of gold and silver. However, Nanny Jia, her husband, and her parents-in-law did not see it that way.

The tabby cat and the white cat watched as the human walked away holding their new friend. "Hahahaha, Lily—" the two cats clutched their bellies, laughing heartily.

After all, the situation in the north was on a knife's edge. It was better to improve combat power first; at worst, after upgrading to the Type II, the obsolete Type I could be relegated to patrolling Freedom City or sold to other factions.

"I shouldn't have tried to show off," Moke muttered with a wry smile, feeling his empty dantian.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, empowered by Ning Rongrong’s amplification, felt their strength surge and immediately unleashed long-range spirit abilities, attacking Luo Jianxin.

The battle grew increasingly difficult. With no one else coming to their aid, the pressure on them mounted. But they could not retreat now; if they did, everything would be lost, and they would be forced to let Fafland and the others intervene.

Thus, following Gu Jun'en’s suggestion, the rebel army decided to make a feint to the east while attacking in the west, spreading rumors of continuing north while actually turning toward Shaanxi to bypass it and infiltrate Henan.

He had given He Jiao his word, yet now that such a mess had occurred, he had no face left. From now on, the officials across Henan would treat his words as worthless, and no one would open their gates to surrender.

"Fine. If you want me to stop pestering Old Lin, you must leave Qianmo voluntarily." Guan Muhua instantly reverted to the high-and-mighty Mrs. Bi, looking regal and dignified at a glance.

At these words, Yang Mi realized she had been holding Su Yang’s arm the entire way and immediately blushed, letting go of his hand.

"If it were anything else, I might have declined, but I will accept this," Luo Dashan laughed heartily.

Er Ya’s subconscious longing brought a touch of sweetness to Ian’s heart, which had been soured all day—a sweetness known as love.

In the Western Regions, the people of the Fengsu Dynasty might never have heard of it, nor could they imagine that such a mysterious city existed on this continent.

"It is not that I want to kill him; it is that someone else wants to. Sister, it is better if you stay out of this, lest you invite trouble upon yourself." Shen Junping did not want to reveal anything about Ye Tianci just yet.

At this hour, aside from Song Ximing potentially being able to contact Song Yuchen, there was absolutely no one else foolish enough to risk their life by tipping Song Yuchen off about these matters.

Thinking of this, Numa Kase felt a deep sense of defeat. The gap was simply too vast—whether in the strength of the soldiers and generals, or compared to the absolute power of Esdeath, the disparity was far too great.

An arrest warrant had been issued in the martial world, and imperial notices were posted in every town. No matter how long it took, they were determined to find Long Yuan.

Having received the doting love of her brother in this life, Gu Xiran could truly say she had become the happiest sister in the world.