Volume 1, Chapter 32: Are You Offering Sacrifices Here?

Mingche spoke, his expression shifting into one of sorrow and self-reproach, his eyes burning with such indignation that he seemed ready to dig up Nanny Lu and Bai Mei just to grind their bones to dust.

Yang Feng commanded several thousand troops, all of them elites. Among his subordinates was a fierce general named Xu Huang, whose courage was peerless and whose fame shook Chang'an. If they could persuade Yang Feng to turn against Li Jue, the balance of power would shift dramatically.

The friction between Uesugi Kagetora and the clan head was no secret within the Uesugi family. Thus, Kagetora did not rely on his status to sway his followers; instead, he focused on the hundred thousand soldiers of the clan, using them to steel the resolve of his inner circle.

Indeed, it was precisely because of this grand endeavor that, even after seventy thousand years, those families still owed a debt of karma to the Mo family.

The reason for the immediate effectiveness was that they had all been decent athletes to begin with. Achieving a historic record last season was not something that could be done lightly or without merit.

Suddenly recalling the meticulous care with which Bai Mei had prepared her gift, and the look on her face when she received it, her heart skipped a beat. A bold plan began to take shape.

To be a tutor in the home of a God of War, with both the old and new generations of military legends as his students—this alone spoke volumes of Jin Xiao’s formidable capabilities. Yun Yang found himself quite looking forward to this meeting.

"Hoo..." A-Da took a silent breath. Although his expression remained largely unchanged, in the hidden shadows of his sleeves, his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"It is already the end of the year. Why are these people looking for work instead of waiting until after the New Year?" Narcissus asked.

Judging by the Old Madam’s actions today, she was determined to hold the entire Xie estate, including Jinshu Courtyard, firmly in her grasp, using both Xiu'er and Zihu as nothing more than mere pawns.

Hearing the desolation in Yan Yu’s tone, I cursed Lei Nian’s ancestors for eight generations before finally turning to look at him.

"Yes, I haven't live-streamed the Beishan peach orchard yet," Saburo Hashimoto confirmed.

"If His Majesty were to pass away without an heir, there are only the second brothers, Prince Yong and Prince Ling. Prince Yong is the elder at sixteen, and Prince Ling is fifteen; both were born to Consort Tian. We must choose one to enthrone to stabilize the hearts of the people," Song Xiance said immediately, considering the need to secure the situation should the Emperor die.

Although she was not entirely at ease with the Princess harboring ulterior motives, Nangong Xiayan guaranteed Xiao Ze’s safety.

"Princess Taohua, will you truly not reconsider? I will agree to any condition you set," Gong Lieyan persisted.

Yunsheng accepted it with both hands. Her fingers were already resting on the wooden box, yet she looked at Abbot Chenyun with hesitation. Only after the Abbot gave a slight nod did Yunsheng open the box.

"I never imagined you had such composure and endurance. I was certain you would run away." Just as Nangong Xiayan was gritting her teeth, the appearance of Gong Yechen made him the inevitable target for her frustrations.

Yunsheng’s entire body shuddered, and then the darkness surrounding her surged like a tide, firmly engulfing her.

Zhang Xianzhong nodded slightly. He knew that this battle was of vital importance; if he won, he could exploit the victory to seize Guanzhong to the north, but if he lost, he would be left without a place to be buried.

Generally, Lin Miao would be with Lu Ci, but for some reason, Lu Ci was not around at this moment.

He felt a pang of regret. He should not have pressured her; he should have simply coaxed her. Why had he gone out of his way to quarrel with her?

"The problem is, are those mercenary groups that were attacked even willing to resolve this through dialogue?" Long Sheng asked thoughtfully.

And Li Qiang? He had become the greatest athlete in the history of sports, the greatest star in NBA history, a living God of Basketball, an insurmountable Emperor of the court.

I closed my eyes and silently recited the name of the spirit I wished to summon. After several minutes of this persistence, I suddenly felt a subtle movement in the porcelain saucer beneath my fingers.

The man looked very much like Harris, only younger and without the weariness on his face; a sinister intent flickered between his brows.

"Is something wrong, Lele?" I glanced back at the movement in my parents' room and asked in a low, gentle voice.

"You can eat while you listen; there is no need to act like a student listening to a lecture," Long Sheng said with a smile.

Before we knew it, Chen Li had pulled a significant distance ahead of us. Seeing this, a mischievous thought instantly formed in our minds. We exchanged glances, then tacitly stopped walking, slipping to both sides of the corridor to hide in the shadows.

From the moment she met Zhong Yue until now, she had been either immersed in passion or lost in sleep, with no time to consider what was happening before her. What did Zhong Yue’s arrival signify? She had a vague inkling in her heart, but no time to dwell on it.

Over several years, with dozens of months, there were dozens of opportunities to purchase 108 achievement points. Even with the worst luck, one could surely buy a few innate talents, right?

In this life, perhaps the bond between Shanhu and Jitong would not end here. Thus, she intentionally or unintentionally tried to bring them together, hoping everything would fall into place naturally.

Many years later, the Sacred Mountain had been completely abandoned by the world, and even the legends of the Venerable of the Sacred Mountain had ceased to circulate. The local people only knew from ancestral tales that the place was forbidden, and nothing more.

"You make it sound as if I go out of my way to sabotage my own teammates. Don't forget, I am at least half a master to you; since ancient times, when has a master ever sabotaged his own student?" Hearing Xia Yuanxu’s words, a sincere smile appeared in Shen Yan’s eyes, and he lifted his chin, speaking in a clear voice.

"Xu Sanyuan, after these princes were sent out to their respective regions, has there been any information from the Embroidered Uniform Guard stationed there?" Xia Tianqi’s eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light as he looked at Xu Sanyuan and asked loudly.

However, when Lin Xiaotang saw the radiant smile on Shen Yan’s face, it was as if he had seen a ghost. A flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes as his mind raced to figure out what scheme Shen Yan was plotting and what devious trick he had cooked up to entrap him.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinhui’s anger flared. What kind of incense she used was none of Chu Li’s business—did he not think he was overstepping his bounds?

A brilliant, dazzling golden light erupted from the gap, so magnificent it was impossible to look at directly. In the middle of the night, it appeared exceptionally bright; had they not already grown accustomed to the light of Lin Yang’s flame, it would have surely blinded everyone present.