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The Xiongnu forces currently besieging the North were led by the Guli King Chengli, under the royal court of the Left Wise King Liu Bao. Accompanied by the Left General, the Left Grand Commandant, and the Left Grand Danghu—collectively known as the Myriad Riders—they commanded a total of thirty thousand cavalry. By the time Chengli reached the commandery seat of Fuping, the barbarian riders who had defected along the way brought their total strength to no less than forty thousand.

After thinking until his head felt as if it were splitting, he could draw no better insight. Turning his head, he saw that Yang Shanzhe also seemed to have gained something, so he asked curiously what he had perceived.

The art of needle cultivation was exceptionally sharp. Once Liu Ao acquired it, he devoted himself to its practice. Indeed, the results were extraordinary; he could eliminate enemies without the slightest effort. From then on, every time he struck, it was with his poison needle technique.

"Who is it!" This was immediately followed by the sound of wooden planks sliding against the floor. Shi Jingtian knew that was the sound of Mo Yan walking on his knees.

Not daring to be the least bit careless, he urgently channeled his Mahayana True Qi, directing it to slowly flow into Zhao Kuangyin’s body. To his relief, the Mahayana essence seemed highly effective for Zhao Kuangyin’s injuries. As the qi continued to flow into him, Zhao Kuangyin’s pulse began to stabilize, and his breathing grew steady and clear.

The guests reacted in various ways. No one intervened; some began to gloat, thinking, "Let them fight! The more people who die, the better!" Others had already left their seats and retreated a few paces, thinking, "Let them fight; what does it have to do with me?"

Seeing this, Hai’er stepped in to smooth things over: "Brother Shi is the brother who raised me. I owe it all to him that I’ve grown up this big." Having said this, she wanted to shift the topic to Gu Qing, but she suddenly realized she did not yet know his name.

Zhang Yong ignored whatever Shi Jingtian was saying. His tall, burly frame swayed as he blocked Shi Jingtian’s path. He wrapped his arms around a giant tree, uprooted it with a roar, shouldered it, and strode away.

Hearing that thunderous shout, Shi Jingtian was overjoyed. It was Zhang Yong! It had to be Zhang Yong. Indeed, Zhang Yong’s stature, far taller than any ordinary man, made his bald head easy to spot. He moved through the crowd of lackeys as if no one were there, striding forward like a massive boulder rolling down a mountain, the ground trembling under his heavy footsteps.

Hu Si felt a ringing in his ears, as if his very brains had been smashed out. He instantly lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. It was clear he would not survive.

"Little sister, I don't know how old you are, but judging by your appearance, it wouldn't be improper for me to call myself your elder sister, would it?" After saying this, she picked up her teacup and took a sip. Finding it pleasant, she drank it with peace of mind.

But at this moment, the entire River Styx seemed to have a distinct swell here. Countless waves swirled, flew up, and shattered; from a distance, it was truly a sight to behold.

The boys sat around the old camphor tree to enjoy the shade, watching the athletes’ competition in the distance while chatting about aimless topics.

It stood to reason that Yingzhu used to be well-behaved at home; that she had now restrained her temperament was truly unexpected.

I looked at his face, trying my best to confirm that the suffering before me was not an illusion. Only then did I sit down with peace of mind.

The two remained silent, which actually made Mizashi feel more at ease. It was just that he held her so tightly that she felt quite shy.

Xia Mu felt a sudden stagnation in his mind, as if someone had struck his head with a heavy hammer. When he regained his senses, that massive maw had already enveloped him layer by layer. The radiance emitted by the warm jade around him had dimmed significantly under the constant grinding of those sharp teeth.

This was Hekou Port. The seawater was diluted, and it actually froze in winter, with less than nine months of navigation time per year. However, its location was closer to the core region of Liaoshen than Lushun, and it threatened the land transport lines leading to the Jinzhou area of Liaoxi. Its strategic position was vital.

When the watchtowers were originally laid out, Li Yu had suggested that the distance between two towers should not exceed twice the effective range of a bow and arrow. In this way, even if the Jiannu broke into the camp, they would be under fire from all sides.

This was an important transit hub for ships traveling between the north and south. The island had beautiful scenery and treacherous terrain. In the early days, many pirates and Japanese raiders gathered here to plunder, until it was later reclaimed by the imperial army.

"Death is like being released from prison: 'My greatest misfortune is that I have a body.' The physical body gathers all kinds of suffering, acting like a prison that binds us. Death is just like the end of a prison sentence—a release."

Wangshu looked at Fenjing with a hint of anticipation, though he felt that Fenjing would not be so kind; he had never participated in such battles.

At that time, Madame Sun was on her way to Pei Xin'er's courtyard. Upon hearing the news brought by Qingniang, she couldn't help but be stunned, and then she remained silent for a long while.

Looking at Feng Yi's expression, Feng Ruhuang suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. It was clearly her who had told him to ask—why ask her now?

As the divine beast spoke, some human warriors nodded. When they heard the familiar accent, even if some parts were unclear, goosebumps broke out all over their bodies, and they were instantly filled with strength.

Yun Yushu took me to a pre-booked restaurant. I took his birthday gift out of my bag and handed it to him.

Shu Jingrong glanced at the man in the image. The corners of her mouth lifted in a way she didn't even notice, carrying a touch of sweetness, a bit of excitement, and a hint of complexity.

"The plum blossom must yield three parts to the snow in whiteness, while the snow yields to the plum a section of its fragrance." Pei Xin'er praised, "These winter plums stand proudly against the frost; they truly possess a steely integrity, yet they are not lacking in infinite tenderness."

"I'm not sure about the city, but there's a decent place in our old alley." Shi lowered his head to look at his sunken stomach. Most servants were like this: you could only eat when your master ate. If the master didn't eat, you likely had to go hungry. Everything had to be lived according to the master's will.

This was also the fundamental reason why those whose achievements overshadowed their sovereign could not come to a good end, especially generals holding military power, who were even more feared by their masters.

He was the top scholar of the previous martial arts examination, appointed directly by the Ministry of War as a third-rank participating general, responsible for the defense and patrol of the North City District.

"Then I..." Wopasi moved closer to Heishi with an uneasy expression. It was her and Ye Ren's turn to stand guard for the next few days.

Leaving this behind, Yishi walked out of the conference room. Looking at the way Chen Feng and Luo Xing were acting, it was clear they had some ideas but were not sharing them, guarding themselves against him and Zhuantou.

Including the times Ye Ren slaughtered everyone and players were treated like grass, the Northern Wilderness Secret Realm had become a place where no one survived, and Ye Ren's image was spread as the "Descent of the Demon God."

The pirate ship following behind, taking advantage of the moment that iron ball was raised again, desperately tried to rush through this sea area filled with floating wooden debris. However, at this moment, a spear on the tower on the other side slammed down fiercely.

He seemed very busy. With a computer in front of him and a tablet in his hand, his lips were pursed, his expression serious and earnest.

The same scene was playing out all across the Wei State. Countless farmers, herdsmen, merchants, workers, and government employees received draft notices. Their reactions were almost identical: they all laid down their work, bid farewell to their families, and headed to the recruitment centers to report.