Chapter 78: Identity Crisis!

A glint of coldness flickered in Jiang Zhengyuan’s eyes as he sized up Feng Xu’s figure, intent on memorizing the young man’s identity. Yet the only identity he could recall that matched Feng Xu was that of the one who had betrayed the Dragon Nation! In an instant, countless schemes surged in his mind, each capable of consigning the Li family to utter ruin. But if he was wrong...

As he entered, everyone stood up; Li Lizhi used this moment to ease her nerves, offering a respectful salute to Li Shimin. But when he brought breakfast to Meluka’s room, for some reason Meluka blushed deeply, pounced, left a fierce scratch on Ares’s face, and then leapt out the window, vanishing into the dense forest.

Chen Bo nodded. Clearly, the figure representing the Shadow Corpse intended to infiltrate and replace them before he and Ruoshui could gain control of the city district.

Back in the real world, what could Wang Jin do? Naturally, he returned to gaming—after more than a century away, he missed it desperately.

Yet, with the iron hooves of the Eight-Nation Alliance, all of this turned to dust. Coincidentally, the original betrothal had been arranged between the Jiang and Zheng families.

“Please.” Qin Yu spoke without unnecessary words, turned, pushed open the grand doors, and stood aside, bowing to admit him.

“To be honest, your flattery is terrible! Too deliberate, too blunt! But I have to say, I like it. Keep it up—maybe I’ll let you get rich with me!” Hugo laughed heartily.

There were few people left at his side. Ma Deyu, who once had his horse stolen by Ye Tan, was still alive; it was a miracle, though he remained as frail as ever, making others uneasy.

The greatest joy in life is not winning the lottery, nor achieving fame or the candle-lit bridal chamber, but finally reuniting with family in a foreign land after endless hardships.

“A General Star is a chaos anomaly, gifted beyond compare. Using five million system seclusion opportunities, it’s perfectly normal for cultivation to leap across six realms,” the system now explained.

Just as Li Dingguo and his generals were discussing ambush plans, a Jinyiwei brought a secret letter from Zhu Youlang.

Perfect, Gu Xingyu mused. The Imperial Dynasty has now unified the other eight domains. With the Nine Domains Hall destroyed as well, the dynasty naturally reigns as overlord of all nine.

Yu Ying knew his father had endured humiliation his whole life; now, at last, the day to rise had come, and he would not curb his enthusiasm.

He did not know where to relax, had never ventured beyond the southern fourth ring, nor knew where to have fun. Mu Qing took him to a grand entertainment center, complete with amusement park, swimming pool, arcade, and an underground observation hall.

After receiving another glance from Tancheng, his fingers trembled slightly. He then dialed Su Linyu’s number on his phone.

As An Yexu’s financier, he only needed to issue orders without caring for anything else. This was Tancheng’s consistent approach.

When Yan Qiheng and Li Yuanyin seized the moment to investigate Ganzhou Prefecture, news arrived that the Tartars had broken through Changde. Yet Yan Qiheng forcefully confiscated homes and land, completed the redistribution, and created the fish-scale register.

“From today onward, you are my slave,” Qin Shuang declared, casting a strange glance at Han Sanchian before leaving the room.

“Let’s see you try to deny it,” Zhao Fei said with her usual allure, gently touching Ye Cheng’s lips with her index finger.

“Thank you, senior. I won’t let you down. By the way, what’s the name of the song you gave me? Could you reveal it?” Xiao Ya felt as if ants were crawling in her heart, intensely curious about the song produced by Qin Sang.

“Could this be…” She glanced up at Qin Su, her gaze complex—confused, disappointed, yet faintly fervent.