Volume One, Chapter 59: The Shi Family's Gathering—Two Events in One Night

Jiang Ning went to the hospital and returned the gold bars to Jian Shuyan. “I’ve only managed to get the gold bars back. As for the rest… just pretend it was eaten by a dog.”

Yun’er got dressed. Her father had left her plenty of pocket money, and she grabbed a handful at random before stepping out of her house. She wasn’t sure where to go, so she simply wandered, letting her thoughts guide her.

“City Lord, what do you think? How should we arrange things?” General Yongzeng paused briefly, already having a plan in mind.

“Oh, you madwoman! If Lord Lu doesn’t show his might, you really think I’m just a sick cat?” Lu Qing dodged as he spoke, swinging his sword to deflect the sonic blades. Each sweep of his sword left deep marks across the ground.

Chang Kong Xingyu secretly chuckled, letting his nine-ringed steel saber hang in one hand, ready to strike with thunderous force at any moment.

Wudao was dead. Wudao loved her, loved her recklessly and without reservation. Yet she hated him—hated that his appearance had kept her from being with the one she loved, hated that he had forced her to leave her beloved. But, was it really Wudao’s fault?

Regarding Jiang Yun’s previous request to have someone procure fifth-grade divine treasure grass, no one mentioned it openly, but the cunning Zhong Sihong had kept a close eye on the matter.

At least, that’s what Li Enhui said. Even if he were dismembered or burned, he would accept it.

Cheng looked at Li Jie with disgust, and instead of wiping the thick phlegm from his face with his hand, he pulled a handkerchief from his robe, just as Li Jie had guessed.

Countless talented men and beautiful women left their poetry here, countless passionate souls lingered, reluctant to depart. This tradition carried on through the Ming dynasty. Of all the legends that passed into posterity, the most famous were those of Qian Jianyi and Liu Rushi.

“This…” Fang Yuhan raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow. The white stone clutched in his hand was squeezed so tightly that his palm was slick with sweat.

Since he couldn’t take Qichun in the shortest possible time, he could only plan for a prolonged siege, capturing it step by step.

Over the days that followed, Zhang Zhijie began to gently persuade around this task, but to his surprise, it had no effect at all. The Emperor Zhengde was instead eager and enthusiastic to join in.

Ever since Li Dongsheng was appointed as Celestial Master by Wu Zetian, he hadn’t set foot in the Bureau of Astronomy. In a sense, he had never officially assumed the post. During this period, aside from flaunting the title of Celestial Master to swindle and bluff, he had not exercised any of its powers.

Seeing that Xu Guangping had come secretly, not wanting Xu Jiaying to know, Zhang Zhijie took him to the outer hall.

“Very well. Hang Danming, Gui Bao, take the talented disciples of the Heavenly Profound Sect to tour the scenic spots of the sect.” Wan Qinglong instructed Hang Danming and Gui Bao beside him.

“Haha, Feiyu, you’re late!” Bato Feng’s voice rang out from within the hall. Soon, he emerged with Nan Li Chu and Feng Yi. Feiyu smiled at the three, saying, “Something held me up on the road. Mount Tai hasn’t been peaceful lately—demonic energy is everywhere.” The truth was, all these demons were drawn by the Heavenly Net Robe worn by Tianxuan.

My goodness, Fu Man is actually thinking for himself now! Yang Yi eyed Fu Man coldly, wondering how his stubborn mind had suddenly opened up. The traps he’d carefully dug were being avoided. This was hardly a good omen. But Fu Man was his chief magician, so Yang Yi still owed him an explanation.

Cavalry wielding spears are different from infantry. When fighting on horseback, the warhorse is always in motion. It cannot stop—if it does, it becomes an easy target for the infantry. The power of cavalry lies in their charge; without speed, their combat effectiveness is lower than that of foot soldiers.