Volume One, Chapter 43: A Misunderstanding

At noon, Shen Ji joined a large crowd at the estate for food, drinks, and celebration.
During the gathering, Shen Ji once again inquired of Feng Yuan regarding the Lin family's imperial pardon medallion.
Regarding this matter, Feng Min had previously spoken to Feng Yuan.
According to Feng Min, the Lin family indeed possessed an iron-clad imperial pardon medallion bestowed by the founding emperor.
Roughly speaking, Lin Xiaoxiao's great-great-grandfather had once saved the founding emperor's life during a time when the sovereign was in dire peril.

Looking down, the crowd noticed that Wang Shengli had already reached the foot of the city wall, right at the edge of the energy barrier.
"Rest assured, I am fine!" Zhuge Liang shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly.
Regrettably, at this moment, let alone the Tiger-Form Boxing, Abner had only just grasped the very basics of the Five-Elements Boxing.

Meanwhile, another event unfolded concurrently: Wang Jiandu, who had just charged into the billowing black smoke, was violently hurled out by a tremendous force.
The man in black struck his companion across the face, snapping him out of his controlled state. By this time, Zaizai had finally reached the end of its tether, collapsing sideways to the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth.

The goal was to piece together the scattered fragments, completing the missing parts of her so that she could eventually form a complete gar cro as desired, allowing Yuri Nakamura's own abilities to be fully unleashed.
Eastern Wu's current target was undoubtedly Zhuge Liang! The imperial house of the Shu Kingdom could entirely afford to stay out of this muddy water.

Not long ago, a report came from the agents she had stationed at the entrance of Xia Shang, stating that Xia Shang had returned and sustained injuries. This only deepened the old woman's anxiety; she had been entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the Palace Master of Xingfu, and if anything were to happen to Liu Shixian, she would not be able to escape the blame. Therefore, seeing Liu Shixian return safely, she was deeply relieved yet worried.

Tomosaka Rie, standing nearby, averted her gaze, quietly took a few steps back, and put on an expression that clearly said, "I saw nothing at all."
"Since he says it wasn't him, the real culprit must be someone else." Wu Sha's tone was brimming with unwavering trust in Lin Feng.

After all, the Jiang family's heavyweight holding down the fort in Shanghai was already that Huang Shang, and Liangcheng—the disciple of the wounded Sword God Yandang—also counted as one. Although inferior to Song Sisi, Liangcheng's martial prowess undoubtedly surpassed that of Ah Qiu and Dihu.

Most people inside and outside the main hall had already taken their seats when suddenly three loud cannon shots echoed from the entrance, followed by a rapid succession of eight booming firecrackers.
The moment it formed, it surged forward with a terrifying, earth-shattering momentum, violently crashing into the Golden Precipice a thousand meters away.

The Emperor was panic-stricken and dumbfounded. Turning around to catch a glimpse of his own humiliating posture, his face instantly flushed red to the point of dripping blood.
The moment he opened his eyes, a face filled his vision. Nothing else stood out as clearly as the six scars—three horizontal and three vertical—resembling a curse, abruptly shocking Yun Shan out of her lingering slumber.

Cheng Jiaxuan had always cared deeply about the opinions of others. Having just made a grand and confident boast, if she failed to find the secret passage now, Lu Qian might mistakenly think she had deliberately deceived him. Panic seized her, and large beads of sweat continuously rolled down her forehead.

A cry escaped my lips, and almost instinctively, the split second the chubby assassin hurled a flying dagger toward Gao Shimeng, I lunged forward and snatched it out of the air with a fierce grab.
Witnessing this scene, the young master of the Ji family could no longer maintain his composure, his mouth slightly agape as his expression betrayed his utter disbelief.

With this sudden transformation, the children trailing at the very rear felt as though their feet were filled with lead, unable to move a step, their eyes fixed entirely upon her.

"Yunfeng, do not worry, I am fine!" After the Azure Lion vanished, Xia Tian, who had been lying on the ice-jade bed without the strength to speak, trembled as she offered words of comfort. Yunfeng nodded, then reached out and tightly grasped Xia Tian's hand.
"Senior brother, go deal with them!" Seeing someone dare to defy his decision, Li Mingxun's expression turned chillingly cold.

Following a sound of a blade tearing through flesh, one of the Black Phoenix's wings was completely severed. Stripped of its previous arrogance and haughtiness, the Black Phoenix dragged its bloody, mutilated wing and initiated a spatial shift to flee toward the Myriad Beast Star Domain.