Volume 1, Chapter 31: Are These Photos Even Appropriate?

The moment she heard the news, Huo Jiale burst into tears. She had sung so passionately in the livestream, her voice hoarse from shouting, yet she still ended up in last place. Perhaps the words spoken last night had hurt her too deeply for her to find it in herself to forgive me.

Since the establishment of the Great Ling Dynasty, all the leaders of the East Sea Hu tribes had been rewarded. Among them, the Tu Moge chieftain Zayan was granted the title of Gushan Ejen.

As for Li Wei, he was a young man of resolute character and decisive action. His eyes shone with an indomitable spirit, as if he could overcome any obstacle. Tall and upright, he exuded a sense of security. His smile was bright and radiant, capable of dispelling all gloom.

No one believed her no matter how much she pleaded; she needed someone of high rank and authority to vouch for her to be credible.

It was the barbarism of the Hu tribes that led them to ignorantly bestow upon themselves the national title of Great Ling.

The night was as dark as ink. Above, the once star-studded sky turned eerily strange. A stifling atmosphere enveloped the land, as if even the air had frozen. On the horizon, a dark red fissure silently cracked open, resembling the corner of a devil’s mouth, slowly widening and engulfing the surrounding starlight.

“I didn’t bully anyone. If you don’t believe me, ask the people in your class,” Xie Yu protested helplessly.

She quietly edged closer, then extended the hand she had been tightly clenching since earlier toward Xie Wuyan.

As for the scattered and confused events hinted at indirectly, they were so jumbled that piecing them together into a coherent sentence required extraordinary comprehension.

They had never discussed matters of the heart before; today was the first time, but Lin Xiaojue was not surprised in the least.

Filial piety is weightier than the heavens; not just in the capital, but anywhere, an unfilial child is despised by all.

Zhang Chunsheng stood firm, a circular hole in the left chest of his uniform oozing fresh blood that soaked a large patch of fabric. Though his lips had turned pale, his gaze remained sharp and fierce, glaring at the Japanese soldiers before him.

Initially, Li Fan wanted Wan Yan to pick twenty strong men for him, since Wan Yan was familiar with them. But before he could say a word, Wan Yan simply walked away. Helpless, Li Fan finished gnawing on the chicken bones and went to find Uncle Li.

Fang Jingkui was dead, and she wouldn’t get any share of the silver or grain. Xue Shipan realized she was speaking out of anger and let out a sigh. “I’m talking to you nicely now. You’d better not mock or ridicule.” He pointed his finger at Lin Xiaojue.

Afterward, Lin Han ceased interference, allowing events to unfold as they were destined to, though Yu Canghai’s attitude was somewhat less overbearing.

However, the next day, the five elders did not teach swordsmanship. Instead, they gathered everyone, removed the swords from their backs, and hurled them forward. The swords grew enormously large, and everyone stood upon the blades as they flew toward the massive mountain beyond the nine peaks.

“The town chief instructed me to bring them, of course,” Ling Yun said as he produced three spines from bone pelts and handed them to the chief.

“That’s good. Go forge a set and show it to me. If it meets my standards, Minister Han will reward you handsomely!” Yue Wudi told the leader of the craftspeople.

Wang Tian, listening to Wang Zhan’s explanation, gradually understood the power and function of the “Heaven Mending Mirror.”

If one did not look carefully, they would surely mistake these Yin Gates for the legendary Gates of Darkness.

“Grandma, are you going out? If you update immediately, do you need a driver?” the butler asked with a smile.

Xuanxuan held Dongfang Ji’s hand tightly through the entire night without letting go, as if that alone could grant them both an innate sense of security.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you asleep so late? Are you feeling unwell? Tomorrow is our wedding. Don’t tell me you’re too nervous to sleep,” Dongfang Ji said with a smile, embracing Xuanxuan from behind.

Half an hour passed, the air grew colder. Liu Rui shivered, slowly got up, jumped down from the supply cart, and prepared to return to sleep. Not far away, in an inconspicuous corner, a shadow crouched, seemingly weeping.

But most importantly, Yang Yang had official backing, while our people were utterly undocumented! A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake, especially when that local snake now possessed the power to transcend and become a dragon.

The Wang family’s ancestral martial art, “Domineering Heavenly Fist,” was merely a quasi-royal martial qi technique. Though related to royal-grade arts, the gap between them was vast and unpredictable, incomparable to the true royal-grade martial art, the “Four Seasons Swordsmanship.”

“What are you doing? Do you know you’re weak now? Get to bed,” Dongfang Ji stopped him.

A powerful faith upheld Bailan. Even if she died here, she would seize any opportunity that might make her stronger.

In the southern part of Mount Rigi lay the Vitznau mountain railway; to the north, the Goldau railway. Boats departing Lucerne only docked at Vitznau, neglecting Weggis.

Feeling helpless against her, the Uhuan commander trapped beneath the metal net on the ground mocked loudly.

Then, Xuan Shuang’s jade arm moved slightly, extending a slender, white-jade-like finger. The finger gently tapped Luo Yu’s forehead. Next, she raised her other delicate jade arm, bending it slightly toward herself, and lightly touched her own smooth forehead with her long finger.

That was merely a delay tactic; only by uniting could they muster the limited strength to face the guards in battle.

Lin Su appraised Lin Ziqi; multicolored butterflies fluttered upon her white-based dress, fresh and pure.

Nearly one hundred thousand Uhuan people still remained here, torn between the desperate urge to fight back and the dread of witnessing the tragedy their tribe had suffered.

“Since he is unharmed, what’s next?” Looking at the land once belonging to cultivators, Kun Feng silently rejoiced. From now on, this would be the domain of the demon beasts.

Dani was somewhat anxious, unsure whether to reveal the information she had uncovered to the Empress, knowing the news would surely enrage her.

Even if she could never discover her origins or uncover the ancient dragon’s secrets, she must endure the journey herself. The end might be painful, but there would be no regrets.