Chapter Seventy-Five: The World Returns to Silence

Just as Iron Tiger was feeling deeply frustrated, a piercing howl ripped through the sky. On the pure white snow, three streaks of golden light and four fiery red sword shadows suddenly appeared.
She could not remain here any longer; otherwise, if Lady Rong found out she hadn’t eaten those pastries, she would surely try every possible means to force medicine upon her again.
From afar, Iron Tiger glimpsed Fire Xu taking medicine. He struggled to raise a hand, reaching slowly for the bottle of healing elixir that Iron Lion had tossed beside him earlier.
If Douglas could truly help him open the gates of the wealthy families, offering a price too tempting to refuse, then it would be no harm to go.
Of course, there was an underlying premise: Wei Yang was relying on information from his previous life, cleverly snatching opportunities.
Xiao Mingyou couldn't help but clench her silk handkerchief. Over the past years, as she matured, young men from various noble families showered her with attention, yet the members of the Wei and Jiang families remained indifferent. Why?
He hesitated, unsure whether to accept it. But Helen insisted, pushing the item toward him. Since Terry did not take it, she simply placed it on his lap.
He had a head of white hair and a deeply lined face, like a withered tree, but could still single-handedly lift the semi-conscious vicious dog weighing half as much as a man—he seemed to possess considerable skill.
He knew that if he claimed not to feel pain, Wang Ning would likely keep at it until he did, so he preemptively admitted it to satisfy her.
Three days of contemplation and three days spent together; at times, Du Yuan felt uneasy, even restless. In the end, Shen Yue Rou did not appear, breaking her promise. Yet it was different with Lone Moon: Du Yuan could still dwell on thoughts of the immortal maiden, reflect on cultivation, until Shen Yue Rou ultimately failed to arrive.
Everything unfolded according to Tu Lebu’s calculations, but who could have foreseen that General Zhu Bi would grow ambitious, under the pretext of defending against foreign enemies, leading twenty thousand troops into the city, sealing the four gates of New Yi City, surrounding the palace and the Tu Le household, forcing Lorna to abdicate in favor of Zhu Long Hai. To preserve the lives of Prince Zhu Long Gai and the Tu Le family, he demanded Lorna marry him.
While Zhang Chu and Li Jiao Jiao were quarrelling fiercely, the brothers Lin Fei and Long Tianwei in the Dragon Mansion were not idle either.
His palm strike had indeed been powerful, yet could not have produced such an effect; thus, Qi Hao pretended to be thrown and fell deliberately.

After arranging the thirty thousand infantrymen brought along into the barracks, Zhu Jin Feng, by imperial decree, moved into the Zhi Yuan Courtyard, awaiting an audience with the emperor. With a belly full of pent-up anger, Zhu Jin Feng naturally needed to vent his dissatisfaction. The emperor, feeling somewhat guilty, intentionally allowed Zhu Jin Feng two days to cool off, instructing the Imperial Household Department to treat him well and not to censure him.
“Is it you?” Night Violet Han frowned, her gaze toward the man filled with confusion and incomprehension.
Initially, Sun Da Hai paid no mind to these words, assuming it was some infectious disease, and planned to bring his elderly mother into the city to live.
Hong Chen’s words stopped abruptly; recalling the illusions she’d just experienced, she shivered violently.
Hatched in a hundred days, perished overnight; though it often feigned death and rushed forth, it could not dispel the harsh reality of true slaughter and humiliation.
Chen Lin guessed that this villa was not Shi Huan’s true home; it was more a personal office than a residence. The other address was likely where his family lived.
“Dark Night, this cannot be blamed on him,” Xuan Yuan Zi Mei quickly stepped in front of the Dark Night King and spoke.
Awake from wine after the Cold Food Festival, yet sighing. Do not dwell on old friends or the old country; instead, try new fire and new tea, seize the years with poetry and wine.
“Don’t think that just because you’re a freshman, I won’t dare touch you! I, Zhu Tian, have been around for ages—never seen anyone so cowardly!” Zhu Tian erupted, pointing furiously at Qin Feng and cursing him.
At this moment, Miss Lin Lin’s expression was vacant, as if she’d been frightened by what she saw before her. Of course, she might just be acting, so that Flower Boy wouldn’t suspect her.
“All right, I just couldn’t hold back anymore,” Zhuo Yi Fan scratched the back of his head, then went to the bedroom bathroom to wash his hands.
Long Chen, Green Dragon, and Long Tianhua were all Ninth Stage Qi Saints. At this moment, they unleashed their full strength, their aura extraordinary; but as Yonghe’s presence soared, it instantly suppressed the three.
The villain had made his point clear; if Qin Feng still didn’t understand, he would truly be failing his own intelligence.

After all, he was the Sword Sect’s leader; if he casually stripped in front of so many people, what dignity would remain for the Sword Sect?
“Is this gathering a family meeting? Do you need me as a shield?” Qin Feng suddenly laughed at himself, looking at the Kyoto Tower, which had been taken over by the Du Gu clan, feeling a touch of emotion.
She closed her eyes and said, “You know what happened.” She was blaming me; I knew she had overheard my conversation.
“General Nogi is indeed farsighted; pacifying the grasslands hinges on this move!” an elder responded.
This was a terrifying warrior, combining strength, agility, and explosive power! By sensing the dangerous aura they emitted, observing their muscular lines and especially the clearly thicker right arm, Li Ran couldn’t help but form such an evaluation in his heart.
On a mountain of white bones three hundred meters high, two people sat facing each other, reminiscing and pursuing the memories of days gone by.
Li Yi’s philosophy had caused many who fought him to suffer greatly; his fighting style was unorthodox, and those who tried to see through his tactics would meet misfortune.
In a time of crisis, he planned to compromise with such a corrupt official; the only outcome of this compromise was that the four hundred thousand citizens of Yongzhou City could be safe, spared from massacre.
“I will control that power; I will protect my brother and Sister Liu Ye, and not let them continue running away like this,” Liu Li lowered her head, biting her lip as she spoke.
And from their unwavering gazes, filled with worship and fanaticism, Li Caihe and the others believed that, at this moment—no matter what decision Li Ran made, even if he ordered them to charge forward knowing there was a cliff ahead, these warriors would not hesitate.
“Ha... you jest, Fellow Wang. The Moon Clan is too far from the location of the He Shi Waterfall. Last night, I consulted with the clan leader and ancestors; they decided that the Moon Clan will not participate in the journey to the Waterfall.” With that, Yue Fu Chen, face darkened, sidestepped Wang Lingyu and hurried out the door.