Volume One, Chapter 52: A Slap, Delivered Fiercely to Her Face

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Song Zheng was unharmed at this moment, yet the fierce roar swept across several nearby planets. On the Radiant Star, enormous flames blazed upward, while on the Silent Planet, it was as if a razor-sharp blade had scraped across its surface. Outside the soul force realm, a protective layer of gas stirred the skies into a tumult of shifting colors, flashing lightning, and rolling thunder.

Zhang Ning did not hesitate to reveal her name. Over the years, she had discovered that the imperial court had long since rescinded the manhunt for the remnants of the Yellow Turban rebels, and it seemed no one even knew her name. Thus, she harbored no fear that speaking it would bring trouble.

Severed limbs, fresh blood, earth, screams, and thunderous roars intertwined, composing a mournful and heroic anthem of a nation at war.

For a moment, he felt as though a pure stream had flowed into his heart, nourishing his organs and filling him with an extraordinary sense of comfort.

“Children are meant to be mischievous and unruly; being overly well-behaved is no fun at all,” Zhan Changsheng said with righteous confidence.

Since that pearl had saved him three years later in the story, it was surely still kept close now—wasn’t this proof enough?

After expressing gratitude to all the relatives and friends who had come for the funeral, the three of us, with Bai Qingshan limping from a twisted ankle, headed to the village’s sole barefoot doctor’s residence.

Massive casualties had erupted within the city, the finance minister had betrayed them, and several ninth-rank warriors sustained grave injuries. This upheaval dealt a heavy blow to the Sun Elf clan.

Once such a treaty was agreed upon and the Song Empire entered into war with other nations, Dali would inevitably be dragged into the conflict.

Dao Zhen’s eyes widened as he stared at Miss Yun, his face a clear 'Are you mad?' expression.

Gong Xique said, “As the saying goes, use people when needed, and set them aside when not. You can trust him, but what about your wife? The key is whether she can be relied upon. You must make that clear to her.”

Du Huichun frowned, his voice turning cold as an icy chill radiated from him.

If not for the fact that the heavy intelligent mechanical warriors consumed more energy than mechas, Chen Liangyu would have unleashed one on the spot just to see what it could do.

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Observing the approach of the Guard Division, Li Zongren immediately ordered a counterattack. He had deliberately prepared a large force and ample weaponry specifically to counter tactics like those of the vanguard army; after all, when outmatched in combat strength and weaponry, only numerical superiority could prevail.

Liu Yingying’s eyes lit up as she suddenly realized that Lin Yunhai was Lin Qiankun’s grandson. Lin Yunhai was the one Yang Hao had beaten. Yang Hao was remarkably bold—he had fought members of the six great families and still dared to show up at their doorstep. Was he acting with impunity? Or was there something else?

Lin Han clearly understood that his top priority now was to raise his Martial Soul rank as much as possible.

Du Yuming slammed the table in anger after hearing Stilwell’s words, his fierce gaze locking onto Stilwell.

Lin Youzhi snorted coldly and said arrogantly, though inwardly shocked. He knew Elder Cui was a martial arts expert but never expected him to be a master of hidden energy.

Now the three of them began to harbor doubts. Meanwhile, countless people outside awaited news of the second negotiation, but no word came. They wondered if the three parties—Nation, People, and Xian—had given up on talks or if some unexpected event had occurred.

After searching around, only the tavern at the Crossroads remained open for business, though it was occupied by a passing troop of official soldiers.

Apollo’s sun chariot traced repeated paths across the sky. Each time it passed over the camp, the demigods nearby cheered excitedly, only to sigh in disappointment as it disappeared from view.

“I actually came out to talk to you. I know I made many mistakes before…” Mother Huo said.

At this moment, Jia Ruxia stared at Hua Hengheng, her eyes burning with fury as she stepped closer.

In this case, he only needed to add 120,000 troops. The state of Quanrong would not suffer too great a blow.

Xiao Luo snorted lightly, believing that Lin Yun’s strength was not yet enough to be placed on Yan Chi’s assassination list. After all, most on Yan Chi’s list were long-standing fierce opponents of the Fire Worship cult—God cultivators were rare. Mo Zixun was one such figure; even Li Bo did not qualify.

“Isn’t this the horse of Second Brother and Third Brother? How did it end up here?” Xiang Xia turned back, puzzled.

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Wu Yishuang had only heard the voice of the kidnapper Zhang Long and dared not look at him for fear of drawing his attention. She merely informed Han Junxi of Zhao Long’s whereabouts without seeing him herself. Now, seeing Zhao Long’s face, Wu Yishuang felt like slapping him.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought. Upon reflection, yes, it did make sense.

At first, he sought to prove through the path-attaining system—not only to everyone but also to the disdainful Ninth Princess of the capital—that this system could achieve consummate enlightenment, greatly enhancing the cultivator’s power, and that the low-level life forms it created were insignificant.

Su Lu had to work and thus didn’t come to the hospital to see her. When Lin Shuang came yesterday, there was a car parked in the hospital lot; the keys were given to Lin Qinghuan, who happened to drive it away.

As she spoke, she took out a portrait from her bosom and compared it to the drowsy Bai Zifeng.

Under the kapok tree, a faint lamp flickered, a special black zither rested nearby, a stone table stood, and several pots of clear wine. Beneath the cold moonlight, it exuded an indescribable charm.

Now, she felt like a guest in the Jing family. Her own parents avoided her like venomous snakes. At her husband’s home, her husband blamed her for bringing bad luck. If not for her, he argued, things wouldn’t have turned so miserable—she had become a pariah everyone scorned.

Si Chen felt inexplicably intimidated but quickly straightened his back. Being humiliated in the office like that—how could he let it go?

“That’s right. Go tell her master: if she doesn’t apologize properly, I’ll cancel our cooperation!” Ye Kai narrowed his eyes, anger blazing across his devilishly handsome face.