Volume 1, Chapter 66: Agreeing to a Fake Engagement

Those resounding cries of birth felt like a triumphant horn blown for Lin Yi, filling his heart with pride! At that moment, he finally understood the true meaning of the phrase his master often told him: "Life is greater than the heavens."

Because of these two individuals, a story had once been secretly circulated within the sect: there were two mutually hostile elders, each of whom regarded the pair as their own trusted aides and ordered both to covertly deal with the other.

Since this was a business trip for an interview, the expenses were reimbursable. The two reporters didn't try to save the agency's money and took a taxi straight to the hotel.

Gan Jing thanked the crew members, and when she turned around, she saw the surrounding fans already waiting in eager anticipation.

"I still need a better understanding of the Prime Star and the Bridge to the Heavens; it is best not to act with undue haste for now," Li Tianchen said.

However, that was because their combat methods differed from those chosen by Zeng Shui and the others. Of course, neither of these two intended to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese invaders once their ammunition ran out. Resolving the battle in the simplest manner was what they needed to do right now.

In the past, Chen Fan lacked sufficient resources and could not attend to too many things at once, but now he had acquired some capital and could barely manage it.

Seeing the disheveled Po Jun, along with Nie Yinniang—who had turned the tide of defense and offense to regain control of the situation—everyone cheered in sheer excitement.

Especially those experts who had not yet broken through to the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm were fighting for their lives even more fiercely. Seeing others break through one after another, they were about to be left behind, so they held nothing back, unleashing their full potential without retreating aggressively.

Emir Abad Murtadid did not sternly reject his son's suggestion, which gave Murtamid hope of persuading his father.

Although Liang Zhen was somewhat petulant and annoyed, he knew Wu Nuandong's temper all too well. Such a calm and aloof girl when facing matters was not someone prone to emotional outbursts or impulsiveness. Therefore, he still very much hoped she would take the initiative to apologize or explain. Who would have thought that she was running around busily attending to the Cheng family's shop and simply refused to see him?

Song Ersheng naturally had no idea who these three children were, but Meng Ben and Mimeng both knew. Yet this was their first time making a fire as a group, so teamwork was out of the question; they were completely unfamiliar with one another and hadn't even spoken a word.

Dong Ying after all possessed a deeper worldly sophistication. "The children are ignorant and lack proper manners. They offended you, and since their families found it difficult to step forward, they asked me to bring these children here to make amends to you," she said, signaling Song Rui to present the gifts.

This was one reason. Another reason was that, on the surface, the person closely associated with Song Ersheng was Dong Zhiyun's Dong family. The Dong family and the Song family maintained a relationship of mutual non-interference, and Song Ersheng did not wish to see these two families become entangled—neither for better nor for worse.

Watching Li Dingguo's forces, as though he could already foresee an ambush lying ahead, beginning to deploy their formations right where they stood, he could not help but let out a long sigh.

Meanwhile, the entire political and military operation and management system of Li Xiaojun's army shifted into Dengzhou City, turning it into the political and military center of his forces.

Liu Bei, the Imperial Uncle of the Han, Governor of Jingzhou, General of the Left, and Marquis of Yicheng Pavilion, stood alone atop the city wall, gazing up at the starry sky, weighed down by heavy thoughts and a myriad of emotions.

Hearing these words, Wenbu Chuhuerdun trembled all over. He turned his head back in terror to see that the Tang cavalry in the distance was surging forward with an overwhelming, earth-shattering momentum. Most noticeably, the huge red Tang military flag with black characters at the very front was fluttering heroically in the biting wind, extremely eye-catching.

After sending off the imperial physician, Imperial Nurse Tao specially called the two senior maidservants, Chunliu and Xiahe, to her side and gave them strict instructions: "Do not let outsiders know about this for now; only the few of us need to be aware of it. Furthermore, from today onwards, the three of us will take complete charge of the Princess Consort's clothing, food, housing, and transportation."

Tang Yuan was filled with desolate sorrow: her suffering was never understood by anyone, and her infatuation was appreciated by no one. Years ago, she had already sunk hopelessly deep, irresistibly falling into the unfathomable quagmire and abyss that was Meng Chi.

They all returned with joyful smiles, after all, the Lin family had many businesses outside, and opportunities for everyone to meet were rare throughout the year.

As expected, the effect was still excellent. Now that the Artisan God had tasted a single drop of Moonlight Brew, he probably considered his previous favorite fine wines to be no better than garbage.

Lingling wanted to create a desperate environment for Leng Yu, forcing her to find a way to survive within that despair and discover hope on her own.

Sure enough, the moment she stated that she would give up killing Jiang Chen, the autonomy of this body returned to her hands.

Yang Pan was telling the truth; if he truly found the person, he would definitely take action to eliminate this demonic cultivator.

Leng Yu was startled upon hearing this, and he re-examined the Old Black Monster, only to find that the old man still maintained a casual and serene expression.

At this time, the dignitaries in the imperial court naturally seized the right to speak, and two or three casual words of slander were enough to make the emperor harbor wariness toward Yan Qingcheng, eventually forcing him to reclaim her authority.

Eunuch Wei remained silent. He could be utterly loyal to Yang Guang, but that did not mean the Demonic Nurturing Sect was willing to support Yang Guang at all costs.

Moving my gaze away from Shen Hong, I nodded and clinked glasses with Xu Huihao. Holding a glass of ordinary beverage in my hand, I said easefully and casually, "It's fine, you are all big shots; I'm just here to observe and learn!" I raised my beverage glass and drained it in one gulp.

He had originally expected Xie Wuji to say something like "the realm is not yet pacified and I have no time for other matters," but unexpectedly, Xie Wuji paused in his steps, his gaze flickered, yet he said nothing.

"Then let's begin," the man gestured with his hand, signaling me to step aside, and I complied.

Though Xu Shao was shocked inwardly, he appeared calm on the surface, knowing that anxiety was of no use.

Yu Handan felt that she had nothing else, but calligraphy and paintings could definitely be offered. After all, Yu Kai was an avid collector of these, and the majority of the family's silver had been used to purchase antiques and paintings; she could easily pull out a piece.

This leaf was merely an ordinary leaf, yet the trace of divine intent upon it clearly belonged to the Xuanxing Emperor. Shiyu gripped it tightly and turned to walk toward the inner courtyard of the Xuanxing Palace.

Then at night, she would find a Sangqing flower on his bed—a medicinal herb used to stop bleeding and restore vital energy, carrying even the blessing and faith unique to their clan. His mother firmly believed that with this, he would get better.