Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Prince Cherishes Talent, the Princess Is Moved, and Chen Pingchuan Becomes a Rising Star

The cavalry platoons, each according to their designated direction, cautiously urged their horses forward, drawing close to the enemy’s encirclement at Tiger Head Ridge. Suddenly, they launched a surprise attack, aiming to annihilate the blocking forces of the enemy during the Independent Battalion’s breakout.

Throughout the meal, Gu Yuanbei was distracted, barely registering the many things Zhu Yan said to him.

The Princess’s face was stricken with desolation. “So it turns out… all you men are the same!” Just like Fan Wentian years ago, and the man before her now—no different.

If the class’s overall results failed to reach the top ten today, Su Meimei and Su Xiuxiu would also face the risk of expulsion.

Lei Jian raised his binoculars and saw clearly: the horse galloping at the front, and riding atop it was Wang Xiaoliang.

If it hadn’t been for the Brahma’s Judgment just now—an art fused with three celestial spirits—Lou Zhetian would have already been reduced to dust.

Hatched in a hundred days, perished in a night; though it feigned death and rushed forth again and again, it could never erase the scars of true humiliation and slaughter.

Seeing Bai Le in such pain, Yun Mengzhen felt a stabbing anguish in her heart, yet she was equally powerless.

He had no way of knowing what tactics Commander Fang would employ upon learning of the enemy’s attack on the base. If the left flank were breached, the enemy would circle around and encircle the Independent Regiment stationed there.

Perhaps I was distracted, for my father—whose legs are usually slow—arrived at the vegetable garden before me.

Wei Mingjie could hardly believe the scene before him. He looked at the old man sitting up in bed and tried to call out to him.

Back then, who started it? A few bottles of beer down, someone began dragging the Heaven and Earth nightclub’s guard dog, Blackie, onto the dance floor.

If the film itself was of poor quality, no amount of sob stories or pleas for support of domestic animation would make anyone play the fool.

Shen Yan vehemently denied it. He had never been a bandit on Mount Lingyun, never killed anyone—these were baseless accusations.

Yu Jinming flipped through the photos a few times, then handed the phone to the elderly lady.

Lin Qiyang entered, surveying the interior. Both floors were heavily guarded by burly bodyguards with large floral tattoos and sunglasses. It would be unrealistic to try and rescue someone by force, and Lin Qiyang had no idea where Lei Hua was being kept.

A single herb alone might not be harmful, but mixed recklessly, it could easily result in paralysis.

Yet this was not a good thing. The Drunken Chant Sage had died, making his paintings rarer and all the more precious.

Even now, Lu Yanxun was exceedingly indulgent toward Liang Jinrou, spoiling her in every way. No matter how often she embarrassed him, he never grew angry. Such was the privilege of one with a unique status.

But before she could turn into another alley, Gu Chen’s cold, contemptuous words drifted to her from behind.

“Not bad, you’re quite capable!” Xu Feng said to Wang Qiang with great satisfaction.

Everyone cast scornful looks my way, but I ignored them, lit a cigarette, rolled down the window, and let my emotions settle.

Ximen Piaopiao didn’t care much either, fiddling with the red string bell in his hand and saying nothing. The siblings were close; if Ximen Chuxue wished to keep resisting, he didn’t mind supporting him to the end.

“Where do you think you’re going!” Ming Long appeared, brandishing the Dragon Soul Spear, blocking Can’s path and withstanding a blow from the Yin-Yang Bell.

The Evil Buddha from before said, “Do you see the three souls that sealed my life?” The later Evil Buddha had already seen them, though he didn’t know what they were—he thought they were a unique power of the former Evil Buddha.

He splashed about in the water, childlike, then looked up at An Qi on the bank with a happy smile.

Evading responsibility, forgetting pain, vanishing despair, dignity trampled, the strangeness of fate, the burning of beauty: from the moment I met her, my life changed completely. The world, with its blatant malice, swept through my existence, then vanished from my life.

At Chu Tingyu’s words, Wen Xu finally understood. It turned out Chu Tingya already knew who she was, but had played along for everyone’s sake, pretending not to notice before quietly leaving the room.

People become the very kind of person they themselves detest. It’s an inevitability of life—so there’s nothing to regret or despair over.

Wan Qing now lived at the Jin family’s old residence. Coming back to City C was a homecoming for her; she would not go anywhere else.

He was still fighting when suddenly, a golden streak of light descended from the sky, shattering the Sun Ghost’s golden compass with a single blow.

Old Yao pursed his lips and ignored him further, but his silence was tacit agreement. Old Yao was quite content now; as long as Yang Lin didn’t rebel, he could do as he pleased. After all, the title of Commander-in-Chief was just an empty title, with no real responsibility.

Yet… I had long expected it, had long harbored vague imaginings of what kind of man Wu Yu would truly be. Tonight, I finally saw for myself, and felt it deeply.

After hanging up, Bai Shenshen’s eyes lingered on the phone. Shen Yubai had called, inviting her and Su Xixi to dinner. She could guess the reason: only to avoid awkwardness did he invite Su Xixi along as well.

“Frozen Rings of Lingyu!” The envoy shouted, and blue threads tightened, pulling the green gourd toward him.

“Young lady, if you don’t come out, I’m leaving. I have other guests to attend to…” the shopkeeper called impatiently through the door.

As dusk fell, Lin Yun returned to Foguang Temple with four sacks of rice. Just as he placed them in the woodshed and turned around, he nearly bumped into Master Jitian, who stood there expressionless.

“Sun Ghost, find a way to break through. If we keep fighting, the situation will turn against us,” Sister Yin said anxiously.

So why did Wang Shiyun dare to defy the military taboo and flatly refuse Li Xiaogong’s request, leaving no room for negotiation?

“Well, why don’t we try first? There are still half a month left before the New Year’s Eve gala. We can spend three days selecting and adapting material, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll still have time to consider other performances,” Ming Nuan said. This was the safest approach.

That old man was none other than the current head of the Wei family, Wei Daoguo. Seeing everyone’s astonished faces, he chuckled to himself. A few days ago, when he saw his grandson’s strength had increased, he’d reacted just as they did now.

A deathly silence reigned; not even a mouse could be found. Lu Ye almost missed the ones that used to scurry about the halls of the Righteous Gate.