Volume One, Chapter 25: The Envoy from Northern Yan

The young man was exceptionally handsome, his sword-shaped brows arched towards the sky, a prideful air lingering between them, and in his eyes was a weathered, world-weary look. His robes billowed with a sharp, crackling sound, and every gesture was filled with the aura of a sovereign ruling over all.

The television station was originally a subsidiary under the Department of Publicity, so it was not surprising that Xu Congcong, as the department's chief secretary, wielded significant influence over certain programs.

Zhou Yan agreed with his son's words. He had already begun investigating Prince Chen long ago; even without his son's reminder, he had intended to deal a heavy blow to Prince Chen during his absence from the capital.

Zhao Yi glanced up at Lu Zhi—a middle-aged man of imposing presence, radiating the refined demeanor of a scholar-general. It was perhaps only such a figure who could have nurtured peerless heroes like Liu Bei and Gongsun Zan.

"Keh, keh—" Xing Yuanshan suddenly felt suffocated and instantly entered a state of suspended breathing.

Chen Rong landed, and upon seeing the passage before him, could not help but show a look of shock. Was it truly possible for a monarch-level cultivator to carve out a tomb of such scale?

The music had ended, yet those still within its grip were lost in sobs and howls, chaos reigning everywhere.

The closer one drew to Guangchang and Lingqiu, the more refugees crowded the official road. Whenever the Black Mountain Army was mentioned, hatred distorted the faces of the people. The plague that had swept through four provinces had not claimed their lives, but the Black Mountain Army had nearly done so. To the common folk, the Black Mountain Army was no band of rebels—they were nothing but brigands.

Rong Wanxi listened and realized that Zhuo Jiu had come only to find Zhiqiu, and that Zhuo Jiu had entered the palace behind the emperor’s back. Failing to find the person, he must have already searched Yilan Palace and, finding nothing, had come in a panic to seek out Nanny Jin.

"Brother Changyi, since there’s no movement from Zhao Yi’s forces, can we proceed with our plan?" the general asked anxiously.

Then, slapping his own forehead, Fan Erlang was filled with regret, having failed twice now to ask the hero’s name.

With your methods of killing and the speed at which you fired just now... could a man who looks no different from a vagrant have possibly robbed you?

At that moment, lightning in the sky leapt with ever greater ferocity. Amid the flickering glare, an unfamiliar thunderbolt was gathering its strength.

With Xi Zhicai’s words, all present set aside their earlier disputes and turned to look at him in unison.

The momentum of the two sides clashed. Invisible gales swept back and forth, stirring up shattered stones, dust, and earth, swirling them around the ring like a tornado, only to grind them to powder in an instant beneath the erosive power of thick inner force.

Lu Fan was compelled to resort to this method; with only external means, this was the only way to deeply stimulate those acupoints. Of course, he controlled his strength well—no one would be pierced to death.

Ju Yi was too emotionally charged, feeling utterly wronged and nearly losing his temper on the spot. Zhu Han had given the matter much thought, discussing it with Mo Chen, Zhang Liao, and the others at length before finally coming to a decision.

To find Tony’s whereabouts, it was impossible to travel with Rhodes. In the original story, Rhodes had apparently circled Afghanistan for half a month without finding any trace.

He then shifted the surveillance camera, changed into clean underwear, and finally put on thermal clothes and trousers.

Meanwhile, the Nalan family members sent the previous day to deliver a message to Nalan Yanran had also arrived at the Yunlan Sect.

Xiao Yining observed the head of the Du family—about forty years old, clad in a dark blue long robe, with a square face, thick brows, and large eyes. His features were dignified and upright.

Looking deeper into the tomb, one could see a towering ancient city standing between heaven and earth. Strangely, this city did not rest upon the ground, but floated silently in the air.

At five o’clock, Liu Yun and Li Dashuang, both holding binoculars, watched as a cargo ship left the port and sailed out to sea.

Before long, hurried footsteps approached from outside, and two figures pushed open the door and entered.

Because of this conversation, Jian Yu’s plan to take Lan Qingxuan south was firmly settled, and her journey thus became proper and justified.

His gaze drooped slightly, a sense of helplessness within him. He had long known that the conflict between Lan Qingxuan and Feng Wujie was inevitable, but he had naively thought he could mediate between them. Now, it seemed, he had underestimated the complexity of the matter.

"Grandmother Cheng, look, look! You’re still here, and she’s already like this," Yang Taoxi said, pointing at Cheng Xuexi.

The woman amidst the flowers lifted her head, and Xia Fangyuan met a pair of eyes as pure as a clear spring.

The energy was immense; caught off guard, Yin Xue’s body trembled, and her depleted true essence was instantly restored by half.

Bai Shu called out several times, but no one answered. Entering the house, she found the most striking thing inside was a painting on the wall.

"Big brother, it’s not that Lianyan doesn’t wish to leave, but her water soul is trapped in the scripture cave by Ye Jincheng’s spirit barrier. She simply can’t get out, unless someone can break his barrier!" Lianyan said bitterly.

Judge Xun had just arrived outside the prison with the ghost messengers but hadn’t yet entered when he heard Yu Ling’s complaints about Gui Yuan. Though he was an underworld judge, he enjoyed listening to lovers’ quarrels—especially those who had not yet confirmed their relationship. Our Judge Xun was particularly fond of eavesdropping on such friendships.

According to the Sword Master’s words, it seemed another person would come here. So, upon discovering the wondrous properties of the Spirit Pool, he had sat cross-legged in the pool to cultivate, only to be startled just now by Lin Han’s whispered voice.