36. Lord Cat [Extra Chapter for "Only Mount Ling Is Fit for Shennong's Herbal Trials"]

"Damn it!"
Qian Xiong set off the signal flare.
The warning arrow burst in the sky.
Qian Xiong drew his waist knife, eyes locked on the approaching crocodile-headed chieftain.
When he first joined the Third Judiciary Office, his master had warned him that the words of demons and monsters in this world could hardly be trusted.
Over the years, unlike those constables fighting on the front lines, he had grown lax, worn down by mundane and peaceful affairs.
Though he could see through the barefoot scholar...
The old man froze when he heard Wu Jie emphasize this point, as if suddenly recalling that he had indeed once said those words. So he stood there, stunned, for a full three minutes.
"Right, once we reach the county seat of Shangjun, send some men into the city to requisition provisions! This campaign was meant to..." Liu Tianhao was speaking, but upon noticing the three captives still present in the tent, he quickly swallowed the phrase "supporting war with war."
Yu Qing led her people into Maolin, and as for the residence, she settled directly in the old garrison governor’s house. She did not accept the house left by Yu Kai, nor did she use Yang Jiuhuai’s residence. She did not particularly like this place; even if people did not show it openly, there was always some underlying rejection toward the Liao Army.
"Let’s order something off the menu: sticky rice cakes and snow fungus porridge." Lu Qingyi picked two dishes; she didn’t eat much at night, and with this meal, she wouldn’t have to eat again after returning.
"If the problem really lies within the inner palace, isn’t that far too terrifying?" Lan Cangzhu murmured.
A mere thousand cavalry, yet they dared to chase forty or fifty thousand Yellow Turban rebels? Damn it, aren’t you all just bullying our Yellow Turban Army too much?
As time passed and the bright moon climbed to the zenith, suddenly a muffled sound thundered through the heavens and earth. A wisp of dark, demonic mist shot into the sky, instantly devouring the moon. The once radiant white orb was swallowed and turned pitch black in an instant.
Ling Feng bounded up the stairs four steps at a time. These two fellows had piqued my curiosity; they seemed much more efficient now, and judging by Ling Feng’s movements, his physical prowess had clearly improved.
Although she didn’t fully understand what ailed Li Junxiu, she knew that the sicker one was, the less they could afford to be exposed to air conditioning or cold drafts. Yet the present weather was truly unbearable... Alas, with Li Junxiu keeping his doors and windows tightly shut, not even drawing the curtains, he must be suffering terribly.
But she had happened to encounter the Prince of Liao, and he had taken a fancy to her at first sight, carrying her away without hesitation. The Princess of Liao still remembered: she had been treated like an object, pressed onto horseback by the prince and rushed back to his manor. The jostling left her so ill that she vomited up everything in her stomach.
Hu Yue watched as Zhou Xingquan, usually so stubborn, quietly climbed to the upper bunk. This made her even more uncomfortable. At home, he was never this agreeable, but now, in front of Li Xiuying, he acted this way—wasn’t that simply to show off for Li Xiuying? Didn’t that mean he cared about what Li Xiuying thought of him?
Even if the gene pairing succeeded, as long as the mermaid did not consent, no one could force her into marriage.
To earn such high praise from Manager Sun, Young Master Jiang found himself growing more expectant as he untied the parcel. He, too, was conquered by the music box.
Pei Ge’s voice choked with tears; she thought, if only she had noticed Ji Miao’s suicidal tendencies sooner, perhaps she would not be standing here, reading this letter, nor would she be burdened with such guilt.
She learned that this single sheet of paper could fetch ten thousand US dollars—equivalent to more than thirty-seven thousand yuan.
Yu Zhengnan felt himself tumble from heaven to hell, unable to recover as he mechanically supported Yu Qinqin, who had collapsed like a pile of mud.
Each of these events, on the surface, seemed unrelated, but upon closer thought, they all appeared to have been intentionally orchestrated, tightly linked together.
The bodyguards were all seething with indignation, their expressions chillingly resolute, as if they were about to march off to battle, ready to lay down their lives.