Volume One, Chapter 46: Shattering the Sovereign's Edict, Beating the Imperial Advisor!

About a hundred or two hundred meters ahead, he saw a slightly older, robust man carrying a hoe, blocking a ditch.

Of course, Lu Ming still hesitated somewhat, because it was incredibly dangerous. If you wield a knife, others won't let themselves be slaughtered without resistance—they simply stand on the side of righteousness, backed by power and law enforcement credentials.

Thinking that there was no need to make up overtime this month, Xin He was in a good mood and went to bed early.

Under the banyan tree, several old wooden tables were fully occupied; none had any free seats. A plump aunt held bowls filled with rice noodles and handed them to the diners.

Her eyes momentarily lost focus. She wondered how things had changed so drastically in the short time she wasn’t by his side.

At the Neptune’s Feast, the two immediately drew the attention of the waitstaff and the manager upon entering. They stared at Ren Ming for a long time before confirming that beneath the trendy sportswear was none other than Dong Ting Tian, president of Ting Tian Trading.

The craftsmen, focused on their tasks, were attracted by the watch in Dong Ting Tian’s hand. An elder naturally took it from him to examine it.

As for the nobles like King Bei Tang, they were met not with any favor but with disdain and sneers.

That day on the cruise, I pleaded with Zhu Xiao to save Zhao Pingsheng. It was a fleeting thought, yet I never imagined he would actually do all that.

Seeing Zhang Fei in pain and readying his spear, Ren Ming stepped forward in a swift stride to hold back Dong Shuang. No matter how fiercely Dong Shuang bit his arm, Ren Ming gritted his teeth silently, neither shouting nor fighting back, until Dong Shuang noticed the familiar yet faded age spots on Ren Ming’s hand and gradually loosened his grip, coming to his senses.

In truth, how many of Yan Luo’s death warriors are like Yi Yu? Some people who wish to volunteer as Yan Luo’s death warriors might not even be accepted by the King of Hell. So among Yan Luo’s elite, aside from those with exceptional martial skills like Ling Shui Han and Mr. Scallion, there are only these death warriors of the King of Hell.

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“What else do you want?” I realized he has truly changed recently—corrupted, speaking every day with no disguise, always harboring ulterior motives.

After changing into dry clothes, I went downstairs and carefully placed the groceries Qin Jianghao bought into the refrigerator by category. I then listened for sounds upstairs; there was the faint noise of running water—he was probably showering.

Long Leng Rui’s words were clearly meant to help Li Qingyao out of trouble, and the Empress Dowager had no objections to such arrangements.

Fan Yun Zhuo spoke as his longsword split into nine, darting toward Yu Yang. The nine swords constantly weaved around him with the speed of the wind.

“I am the Ethereal Immortal Sovereign. Kneel and kowtow three times; from now on, you shall be my direct disciple.” The speaker smiled broadly, while others could barely hide their disappointment.

After swallowing the Hundred Remedy Pill to neutralize the poison in his snake-like abdomen, Yu Yang felt his dizziness subside and tried to draw the Earth-Shattering Sword to strike the snake’s belly.

“You’ve been there?” The sect leader unintentionally addressed Xiao Xiao with respectful language because among the offerings, Xiao Xiao had accumulated the most merit—enough to condense a golden body. His words carried convincing weight, so he preferred to believe what Xiao Xiao said.

On the southern side of the Eastern Prefecture army camp, as the siege drums sounded again, Lin Xiu exerted two more points of effort, whipping his mount until it gnawed the reins in exhaustion. Behind him, more than two thousand North An cavalry surged forward like sharp wolf fangs, relentless and fierce.

Just as Ye Ling was about to speak, Jun Qing Yao abruptly stopped laughing and quietly asked, his dark green eyes utterly devoid of emotion, chilling to the bone.

“The harem is a place that devours without leaving bones; it’s a struggle for power—victors become kings, losers are outlaws.” Tang Ru Yan gave a bitter smile. Was she not also a victim of power? Yet compared to Fu Jin Xin’s fate, hers was evidently better.

Such things had happened before, but the reaction from these people was never this intense. Why had they suddenly changed today, so worried about her? It was as if she faced mortal danger.

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Withdrawing his gaze, Shen Haoxuan refocused on the elderly patriarch of the Mu family and reached out to examine his injuries.

Seeing the other’s obvious surprise, his expression darkened further. Ye Ling’s lips curled slightly into a friendly smile.

The sudden fierce attack caught Mu Rong Wanqing completely unprepared. By the time she sensed danger, the spear tip was already aimed at her nose, the sharp force cutting her skin; a drop of warm blood trickled down.

Zhan Hen remained alone in the room, unmoved even in posture, sitting atop a thick layer of blue powder—crushed round stones reduced to dust by his hands.

Just as Mu Rong Wanqing was about to act, a shadow suddenly appeared, a pair of large hands pressing on her shoulders. The pale golden flames enveloping her body receded rapidly like a tide, returning inside her.

“Not at all, Lord Cheng is capable of governing and benefiting the people of his region. He is preparing to take office in Sichuan, so as I mentioned earlier, we won’t have much time together.” Wan Qi Yang spoke with genuine emotion as the matron had already boiled water and brewed tea.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the reply was like this. Ye Ling’s brows furrowed deeply, her eyes locked onto the man’s without giving him any chance to evade.

“My son, truly my good son.” Qin Tian’ao hid all his feelings deep within. Even without raising his head, from the tone and manner of the speaker, it was clear who he was—Qin Jue Yang, the son he never cared for.