Chapter 143: Aftermath

Over the past six months, a series of major events have unfolded one after another.

It began with the notorious warlord Song Hongzhen being killed by his own obscure son. Shortly thereafter, the Mu and Song families engaged in localized warfare. Then, the once-robust Mu Qing suddenly died of a sudden illness, and his capable lieutenant, Mu Chengyao, mysteriously vanished after being ambushed by the newly appointed young commander. Internal strife within the Mu family became constant.

These events, following one after another, satisfied the public's appetite for gossip while leaving many with the chilling sense that a storm was brewing.

Indeed, trouble erupted in Tai'an.

At that moment, the nation’s eyes were fixed on the Song and Mu families. As the epicenter of the crisis, the situation in Tai'an County spread rapidly across the country the moment it occurred. It was revealed that the Heaven-Severing Gang in Tai'an was colluding with officials to traffic...

Just then, two amber silk ribbons seemed to gain a consciousness of their own; they began to dance, winding toward Tang Zihan from both left and right.

Mentally assessing the situation in a flash, Yang Chong had already passed judgment on the fellow before him.

As the battle commenced, Hong Hao attempted to trap Zejin within a spatial barrier. Regrettably, every spell he cast, even if it struck home, caused Zejin to dissolve into a cloud of black mist, only to instantly reappear elsewhere. It was impossible to guard against, far more detestable than even the Golden Flash.

Kainan drove the Trident of the Sea God, which had sealed William’s Castle, into Atlantis, the eighth continent submerged at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Dou Dou stood as if dazed, allowing herself to be manipulated by Zejin. She knew clearly that this was wrong, yet she found herself unable to refuse. The feeling was truly agonizing; every time she heard Zejin speak the name "Nannan," a sense of palpitations washed over her.

Having been told this, A-Jiu found it difficult to be certain, so she obediently boarded the carriage and continued the journey.

"If his lifespan is truly nearing its end, he might indeed leave behind a legacy. Even in ancient times, many coveted his power of time. However, given your current strength, even if he were to bestow it upon you, you would be unable to wield it," the Sword Spirit remarked.

"Dear, don't rush your grandmother." Mao Dou reached out to pat her head, then stepped forward to assist the old lady.

As for the old man who had been eavesdropping all night, Ye Feng naturally ignored him and spoke his thoughts directly.

Warriors returning in triumph after a great victory would be greeted personally by the Chieftain and the elders of the Holy Temple, who would offer them the chest-thumping salute. This was considered one of the highest honors of the Aujin tribe.

Lu Dongbin’s sudden strike to kill the Sea Lion King left the other lion, the Snow Lion King, utterly terrified, fearing that Lu Dongbin’s sword might strike him next. It was likely that Lu Dongbin held some reservations regarding the Nine-Spirit Primal Saint, which was why he did not move to kill the Snow Lion King.

The clear sky shifted, and a drizzling rain soaked the road. The Wing King had been leading her troops outside the city of Bu Luo for half an hour. The rain drenched her hair, and the attendants who tried to shield her from the downpour had long since been dismissed with a shout. None of the generals dared to speak, for everyone knew the Wing King was in a foul mood.

After seeing Emily off, Wudi did not return to Dawn City; instead, he turned directly to the east and galloped along the Golden Road.

The use of titanium needles requires, first and foremost, that the user possess immense control. Furthermore, such needles were only used by prestigious families during Ye Chen’s previous life, and the technique had since been lost.

"Brother Xiao, I won't be going to Brother Wei's place. Here, take this as a token of my sincerity!" Chen Hu handed a package to Xiao Han, containing a set of purple clay teaware they had just scavenged from the Liulichang antiques market.

"Why so nervous? Don't let my rugged exterior fool you; I'm actually quite gentle when it comes to such things." With that, the bald man began to unbutton Jiang Yurou's shirt.

In officialdom, one must act according to one's capabilities, or the consequences will be dire—a truth Zhao Zhengce understood perfectly. When his authority was insufficient, he could only choose to filter things out automatically; after all, no matter how much one pondered, if it couldn't be implemented, it was all in vain.

"Teacher Xue, do you want to get rid of that guy's pestering?" Gao Fei suddenly flashed a wicked grin.