Volume 1, Chapter 50: Preparation Before the Hunt

The northern barbarian horse was exceptionally swift, carrying them out of the city in no time at all.

Once outside the walls, the journey became far more rugged and bumpy.

Throughout the ride, Wu Xiangyue clung tightly to Liu Feng. Amid the violent joltings, Liu Feng felt a growing warmth spreading through him, secretly relishing the contact.

If Mu Wanqing was a blossoming peony—graceful, luxurious, and mindful of the bigger overall picture—and Mu Wanqing (variant) was a delicate, meltingly tender flower, then Wu Xiangyue was an incredibly firm, surprisingly springy touch-me-not.

Wu Xiangyue had never been in such intimate contact with a man before. Her face remained flushed the entire way, and her heart pounded as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

A tingling, giddy sensation coursed through her, leaving her mouth dry and parched. She couldn't help but let out a soft, involuntary moan, completely lost in a haze of intoxicating confusion.

"Why am I acting like this?"

"Liu Feng, am I not..."

The people remaining behind in the encampment—presumably those who had eaten the meat—had all fainted by now, lying completely unconscious.

Listening to the responses of the two men before him, Emperor Taizong of Tang pondered deeply. Both of them had been his right-hand men when he was conquering the realm, and their strategic counsel was what he relied upon the most.

Tom wanted to be the democratically elected emperor of the American Empire, not some trash king of the Kingdom of Texas.

Ye Shu shuddered all over. Her primary focus in life was usually her restaurant, her children, and her husband, so she knew very little about martial artists of the jianghu. However, she had heard of the truly famous ones. The moment Tao Xing mentioned it, she began to tremble uncontrollably.

As Zhang Lu walked, he shook his head, thinking to himself: Indeed, simps exist in every era, though a simp's end is rarely a good one.

Li Fei smiled, seemingly quite satisfied with his recent handiwork—after all, he had just saved a vibrant young life.

Li Yue reflected on how her imperial father had shouldered immense pressure ever since ascending the throne. Ever since the incident at the Xuanwu Gate, there had never been any shortage of people hurling criticisms and curses at him.

Had Jiang Huan never seen the incriminating evidence against the Marquis of Pingliang? Zhang Lu simply didn't believe that. He clearly remembered Gao Haiyong once mentioning that the Jinyiwei's dossier of crimes committed by the Marquis of Pingliang, if stacked up, would be taller than Zhang Lu himself.

Of course, purely in terms of military combat proficiency, no army in any region of the world could currently rival the German veterans of the Hero Company.

Nangong Mei's cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, radiating a dazzling brilliance as she said, "If I said I didn't want to, I'd definitely be lying." Zheng Hengzhou was about to reply when the door was pushed open, revealing the newcomers: Nangong Lan, Nangong Zhu, and Nangong Ju.

Ye Long'er knew it had taken a heavy fall, and she looked at it with a heartache full of pity. Ever since it began following her, it had never known a day of ease and had only suffered hardships.

And so, the wealthy appeared in droves. Once people acquired wealth, they behaved like Liu Huangshu going to Jiangdong—the old master was finally going to live in luxury and enjoy himself.

Very well, have it your way. Tomorrow noon, I shall be waiting for your so-called two-hundred-dollar chicken.

A moment later, the largest of the shadow leopards walked over to Ye Qingxian with a one-eyed man gripped in its jaws, and dropped him onto the ground.

The other person was Mi Fang, the second brother of the Mi family from Xuzhou. The Mi family was one of the four great prominent clans of the late Han dynasty. Mi Zhu had exhausted his family fortune and even married off his younger sister to support Liu Bei, ultimately receiving his reward, as Liu Bei treated him with utmost respect from beginning to end.

With a resolute voice, a serious expression, and a sturdy physique that resembled a mountain, Yang Dawei radiated an aura from head to toe that left no room for doubt.

"This system is more powerful than both Baishi's and the Wild Hunt's. It can even tamper with memories, correct cognitions, engineer futures, and accelerate evolution," Mai Zi added.

In an instant, all the idle gossip vanished back into their stomachs as the crowd bowed respectfully to greet Feng Qinglie.

To be precise, during the Battle of Guandu, had Yuan Shu merely adopted the suggestions of Tian Feng and Ju Shou, even Cao Cao would have found it difficult to contend with him. Only when problems arose among the most core individuals did Cao Cao get his chance for a turnaround, but such a phenomenon clearly did not exist within Liu He's army.

Strictly speaking, this was Luffy's "private affair." Ace was indeed Luffy's older brother, yet he had not the slightest connection to the Straw Hat Pirates. Whether it was helping Vivi or rescuing Robin, those actions were taken because the other party was a companion sharing their adventures—a consensus reached by the entire crew.

Time slowly drifted away. By the late hours of the night, even the imperial guards could no longer hold out and began dozing off in corners. Meanwhile, a long rope was dropped down from the ramparts, and one figure after another slid down, broke into a sprint, and dashed wildly toward the Ming army's encampment.

In that era, however, the technological level of the entire world was extremely low. Taking steelmaking as an example, almost everything relied on forging. People could only beat out swords and sabers, while three-dimensional shapes like arrowheads and spear tips could not be crafted through forging and had to rely on pig iron instead.

It was rumored that to express their gratitude to the production team, a multitude of "enthusiastic" viewers and original fans had already begun preparing a crowdfunding campaign to bury the screenwriter in a pit, dig him back up, and then hand him over to the state.

In a split second, a bizarre sensation of flesh-and-blood unity surged into his heart, as though his hand and his very being had melted into one with the sword.

Yet all these arrangements were for the future, by no means for the present. Because right now, he had something far more important to do—go and claim his mission reward.

"Oh right, when is Sun Honglei coming?" Taking advantage of the fact that Han Han hadn't left yet, Mu Ming asked.

Presently, because the main forces of the Horn tribe had effectively been driven north of the desert by the emperor of our Great Han Dynasty, their grip on this region had grown increasingly weak. Meanwhile, the local indigenous people were gradually building up considerable strength, watching for opportunities to cast off the enslavement they had suffered under the Horn tribe for so long.

The information from fused multi-sensors possesses redundancy, complementarity, real-time performance, and low cost.

The Flower Clan chieftain's cultivation had already reached the Dao Integration stage. In her presence, neither ambush nor escape was a remote possibility. Yan Chihuo calculated for a long time and settled on only one strategy: to stall by any means necessary, and absolutely prevent Hua Ling from recovering her memories.

That day, I suddenly sensed supreme martial arts masters exchanging blows here, accompanied by the manifestation of the severing between heaven and earth. In the end, everyone perished, all of them perishing together.

An Nianchu had lost count of how many times she had told him to let go, yet he still held her tightly in his arms, refusing to loosen his grip.

"Indeed! Indeed! Peace is the blessing of the state. What the imperial envoy has said is simply wonderful. I, Pei, am truly ashamed!" Pei Yang feigned a remorseful expression with exaggerated theatricality.