Chapter 56 Venting Grievances

Hearing these words, Zhao Weimin's lips curved into a slight smile. It seemed that Yang Hui's purpose in coming here was not so simple after all. She actually dared to say such things in front of Chen Guodong, showing no fear of being charged with dereliction of duty. As it turned out, she was openly airing grievances while secretly targeting the person in charge of that town. It would be best for him not to get involved in such matters.

Yi Zhengxing also praised the good wine, and the two brothers drank quite a bit until they were dizzy. Yi Zheng廷 was urged to drink cup after cup; no matter how little he drank, he still sipped a little.

Just as he was about to turn and leave this cave, he suddenly sensed a faint ripple of spiritual energy emanating from an inconspicuous spot within the cavern. This sensation was fleeting.

The four of us returned to Erlong Village. In my heart, I blamed Yan Liu, that son of a bitch, who fled at the first sign of trouble without a shred of loyalty or Taoist spirit. Yet, he could hardly be blamed; as the saying goes, when your Taoist cultivation falls short, your footsteps must make up for it. Running away when you cannot win is, after all, a supreme art.

Such a scheme was not beyond Zhao Shu's imagination, but if he did so, Chen Sheng's entire family would inevitably be executed. Back then, when Liu Pei dealt with Xu Shu, he remarked, "To have someone kill his mother is lacking in benevolence; to employ her son is lacking in righteousness." Such unbenevolent and unrighteous acts were beneath Zhao Shu.

Michen leaned closer to Dai Xunxiang, resting her head on his shoulder, and simply closed her eyes.

The Elder Princess of the State Duke's Manor held immense seniority here, ranking even higher than the Empress Dowager. As the grandmother of the Empress, even the old matriarch of the Northern Pacification Marquis's Manor dared not say much.

Passing through the Taiji diagram, Muyun did not directly use it to attack the Purple Cloud Eagle. Instead, he instantly halted his forward momentum to stop his body. Once stopped, Muyun abruptly pointed his right hand toward the Purple Cloud Eagle. Those dozens of sword Qi beams were somewhat different from the ones he had previously executed at Mount Shu.

After finishing her washing and grooming, she wrapped up a super-natural-looking makeup in just two or three minutes, changed into an outfit for going out, and headed downstairs.

Feng Changqing plopped down onto the coffee table, gazed at the television, and said, "Director Wu, your task has been accepted, but as for how our division is supposed to complete it, you will have to worry about it quite a bit."

How long had she been away from the Mo Marquis Manor for her eldest sister to have trained these two fellows into such a harmonious state?

Laros and Godric stared at each other unsparingly. A single disagreement would instantly result in bloodshed on the spot.

Combining these two skills made escaping absolutely top-tier. Unless that Abyss of Destruction entity itself appeared, whether his mount could beat me to death depended entirely on whether I agreed to it or not.

As Chen Yi had anticipated, the awkward steps of the iron giant lacked any sense of coordination whatsoever, and it promptly took a clean and resounding tumble.

However, Yang Suifeng's expression remained completely devoid of fluctuations. He simply gazed quietly at the movement ahead, resting his Tulsidas rifle upon a thorn bush. Yang Jirui and Cai Bingxiao squatted on the ground, loading all the Tulsidas rifles with bullets.

Naturally, the soldiers and civilians of Zhejiang did not think into it so deeply. Their thoughts were exceptionally simple: the Qing court was their enemy, so any means could be employed against the enemy. Now, the Merchant Army had not only defeated the enemy on the battlefield but also raided the enemy's lair and dug up their ancestral graves—it was truly satisfying.

Regardless, the dark will always required a vessel. In other words, they shared the same body, so they could not possibly trigger their abilities before Chen Yi completed his mission on the moon and safely reached Earth; otherwise, it would not be mental usurpation at all, but outright suicide.

Ross beside her glanced at Ouyang Mingyang nearby. What on earth was this old fellow talking about? That's right, she couldn't understand a single word, so she had no idea what Ouyang Mingyang had just said.

This was truly like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own divine powers. Every patriarch had their own ingenious method to pass through the Divine Flame passageway.

One must know that nearly every soldier in the Xuantian Dynasty's army possessed the strength of a low-grade martial artist.

Although he knew he had encountered a formidable opponent today, the young man refused to yield. Even knowing his opponent was stronger than him, he still launched a fierce onslaught.

Fortunately, he had never intended to take the ordinary path from the very beginning. He had even prepared half the tools for breaking the deadlock violently, lacking only the final favorable wind.

"The Swift-Dry Sword?!" Upon hearing Song Zheng's shout, Qingxuan and the other two could not help but wear expressions of confusion. Their looks already told Song Zheng that they had no idea what the Nine-Dry Sword was.

"Are you fucking showing off to me now? Watching me make a fool of myself? Is it that funny? If I don't give you a thorough lesson today, it would be a waste of my status as an expert of the late Innate stage!" Qian Lin said, practically flying into a rage.

Having been away for over half a year, Guo Yuanyuan had indeed changed somewhat; her actions were no longer so unbridled, and she had become much more sensible.

Yang Fan laughed maniacally, like a demon from hell, as surging waves of profound ice Qi erupted from his body.

The wide variety of stage plays thoroughly satisfied Lucy and Leo, and Leo almost rushed up onto the stage himself. The tense expressions of the theater troupe members gradually faded as they watched intently and studied. Near midday, an unexpected event occurred.

Strictly adhering to this strategy, a moments earlier when Melisandre cast a spell to enchant the dragon-glass arrow in Arya's hand with the first powerful light spell, exposing her position, the Night King remained entirely unmoved. He continued to hide silently in the sea of wights far from the city wall, sneering as he watched the distant enemy rack their brains trying to lure him out.

To take a step back, even if they had no hope of breaking through to the Dan realm, merely possessing the cultivation of the Innate stage already qualified as a relatively mid-tier force in many cities. Compared to ordinary people, compared to those with no cultivation at all, they wielded overwhelmingly formidable power.

"Wife, if you don't speak, I'll take your silence as consent." Su辰's hand slowly reached out toward Lin Xi, preparing to pick her up.

"Puzzled? Is this about the Kindred?" Tianye asked perplexedly, unaware of what Hamore was so implicitly worried about.

The photography studio had been successfully built, but the subsequent tasks of procuring wedding dresses and recruiting new personnel still weighed upon her like Mount Tai.

If this were anywhere else, a shortage of supplies could be remedied by appealing to the common people for contributions. However, the Northern Frontier lacked even ordinary citizens to make such requests; it was practically an empty city, defended solely by these border troops, making the situation all the more dire.

"Who... could he be?" Ting lowered her voice as much as possible, walking side by side with Dapuno in calm silence from a certain distance, so that to anyone watching, they appeared to be exchanging no words at all.