Volume One, Chapter 47: The Imperial Pardon Medal

Those present might not have been familiar with the name Jiang Yutang, but the title of the Heir's Consort of the Duke of Anguo was well known to all of them.

"Siqing, since this is following up on the spy network that Missouri captured, shouldn't we at least show some token of appreciation?" Xiao Yuhang rubbed his fingers together at Yu Siqing, a 'you know what I mean' expression plastered across his face.

"It seems... they haven't noticed that I've woken up... So, is this considered a perk?" A wave of joy washed over Xiao Yuhang, and he promptly kept his eyes shut, beginning to savor the wonderful sensation of being lightly brushed across his face every now and then.

His eyes were fixed intently on Chenglin, as if he hoped to deduce something from the man's facial expressions.

Failing to strike up a conversation with the VIP, the stewardess could only leave, pushing her catering cart away with a look of chagrin. As she departed, she cast a glance of envy toward Su Manning.

Yet never could they have imagined that even with the two powerhouses joining forces, they still failed to kill Yang Feng? What was more, judging by Yang Feng's current appearance, he did not even bear the slightest trace of injury!

Hearing this voice, the people from the three major factions—the Blood Emperor Society, the Cass family, and the Ross family—all turned their gazes toward the source of the sound.

Inside the Qing army's frontline command post, the Qing officers all wore expressions as if they were mourning their parents. Only younger commanders like Wu Leden and Krasnov, who had just achieved impressive battle results, were brimming with fighting spirit.

In the blink of an eye, it was March 1923. Although the snow had not yet completely melted, the green buds on the branches signaled to everyone that spring had arrived and the weather was gradually warming up. The Northeast Army swung into action, with the Guidance Division, the First Infantry Division, and the Second Infantry Division all entering a state of combat readiness.

Deep down, however, he knew he had lied once more. For the Western Qing Empire, trying to survive through war was not a viable path either; such was the reality of this world.

"How can this be? In this world, which murderer intentionally lets others see them in the act?" Sun Ning asked, utterly perplexed.

Yet, all things considered, judging solely by the number of times he had attempted to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill, Faust had already failed more than two hundred times.

Luo Ning offered a gentle smile and was eventually picked up by the car arranged by Sister Mei to head to the location of the booting ceremony.

The first kind is when it feels very difficult to secure a kill on the opponent, requiring both sides to farm by last-hitting while purchasing Cull to maximize economic growth.

Chu Qingli nodded with a solemn expression. Ever since she approached this area, she could feel her entire body's spiritual energy growing somewhat sluggish, so this must surely be the source of the Yin-sha malevolent aura.

On this day, Lü Nanfang was playing a game of chess with someone at home. When they reached the thirty-fourth move, the chess tutor under his tutelage could no longer hold his ground and directly threw down his pieces to concede.

The map in his hand marked the magical beasts and beast lairs that they might encounter along the planned route.

It was evident that the Imperial fleet had entered the concluding phase of the artillery duel, and one after another, they restarted their main propulsion arrays.

"Actually, it's nothing major. I just wanted everyone to pool some money together to host a farewell banquet for Instructor Wu. Since the class fees haven't been officially collected yet, this is the only way, otherwise we would have used the class fund," Chu Qingchen explained.

Come to think of it, as an evergreen representative among jungle heroes, Lee Sin was a champion Cheng Ming had never once played in a match since the start of his professional career, which was somewhat unusual to say the least.

Everyone's gazes converged on this solitary figure, wondering why the Master had suddenly called out to stop him.

"Did you save me? Thank you." By this time, Chu Yun also understood the situation. He expressed his gratitude to the young man, then braced himself with both hands on the bed, attempting to get down.

From a relatively far distance, the soldiers beneath the slope looked like a dense, swarming mass of black ants. However, this posed no difficulty for Freyja, who drew her bow to the limit as divine power coalesced into an arrow. This was the most powerful strike Freyja could muster; the moonlight and the barrier pushed the concentration of divine power to an unprecedented level of might.