Volume One, Chapter 78: The New Emperor's Summons

Li Jingheng was now burning with rage. He had just ascended the throne, eager to make his mark as the new emperor with a bold display of authority. Yet before his three fires could even be lit, a bucket of cold water had doused them completely.

Drawing a deep breath, Li Jingheng forced himself to remain calm and spoke, “Convey my order! Seal the news! This matter must be suppressed at all costs!”

“Sire… I fear it can no longer be kept secret. The regional garrisons are acting independently, refusing to obey central command… Unrest is brewing everywhere, and grain prices are soaring… I am afraid it won’t be long before—”

Before the words were finished, Li Jingheng’s fury erupted. He slammed his palm down on the dragon throne and roared, “The regional garrisons refuse to obey? I want to see who dares defy me! Convey my order at once! ...”

On such treacherous roads, the three warriors moved somewhat awkwardly, while Bai Ruoxi, nimble-footed and agile, took full advantage, even finding time to comment on the passing scenery.

Though protected by a force shield, Yuan Chuyu, who had already held back his strength, still struck hard enough to make his opponent cough blood, for a focused attack always trumps scattered defense.

Just as everyone thought Duan Chen was doomed, and as the Wang family’s advanced talisman puppet, surging with violent power, delivered a devastating punch toward Duan Chen’s chest—

Cao Xinxin, though over thirty meters from the site and separated by two walls, could see everything unfold as if it were before his very eyes.

Meanwhile, someone was dispatched to deliver news to Meng Jin’s father, instructing him to cooperate in submitting a memorial to Yang Guang, reporting that the Hedong bandits led by Wu Duan’er had once again gathered in force around Meng Jin, threatening the city’s safety, and urging Yang Guang to send troops swiftly to the rescue.

“Sister Su Yu, what’s wrong with those two?” Ning Yunzhu, rubbing her drowsy eyes, came out of her room—this wild girl had been meditating, only to drift off to sleep in the process.

The sharp sound of slaps echoed endlessly throughout the imperial tent. In moments, Zhuge Dan’s face was bruised and swollen, his skin split and bleeding, blood spraying from his mouth.

Everyone was still chattering on. Throughout, Ye Feng had not uttered a single word, quietly sipping his wine, stubborn and mischievous like a child whose resolve could not be swayed no matter how the adults scolded him.

In truth, he was merely presenting borrowed flowers—the agreement had already been struck with Helian Yu to send troops to Ji to create a diversion.

The dim torchlight illuminated the deep cave, and the uneven sound of breathing heightened the sense of dread. Li Xiang kept a close watch on the handprints along the stone walls, calculating each possibility in his mind.

“What! There are bugs on my face? But why can’t I see them?” Shangguan Mingzhu, terrified, ran her hand over her cheek, feeling only the uneven surface beneath her fingers, nothing more.

“Mingdi, what’s wrong? Are you coming down with something?” Ye Kai couldn’t help but reach out to touch her forehead.

The three of them made their way to the airport entrance, unaware that a pair of beautiful artificial eyes was fixed upon them from behind.

“Um, I’m sorry. I’m just… not used to discussing this sort of thing with someone I’ve just met. You could say… I’m shy,” Ye Kai awkwardly declined.

Huanhuan knelt on the ground, her head bowed as she endured an unspeakable act, the stench filling her nostrils. Instinctively, she pulled away, looking up at the factory director on the sofa, his face contorted in pleasure.

The next moment, she became unusually serious, crossing her legs and tapping her fingers incessantly on the table.

“Old Master, we’re all going. Does your home have enough rooms for us?” Shen Qinghong asked, genuinely concerned.

Hill’s heart trembled. At this moment, she even suspected that the organization Ye Kai spoke of might well be Hydra.

Cut through iron like mud? I wonder how well that will hold up against my own body, forged from materials not of this world? Long Xin calculated rapidly, and at the same time, the laser sword flashed into her hand.

“Yangliu! Is today a holiday? Do you get days off at your job?” Yang Qiong handed her sister a freshly washed tomato.

“Yes, my prince. With the war on Bitstar about to erupt, the sooner we gather the five crystal stones, the better,” said Duoduo.

Compared to the Kitchen God and the Door God, whom Lu You had previously paid attention to, the Third Prince Nezha was in another league altogether.

“Let’s go have grilled fish at Red Tassel Spear?” Lanlan suggested from the side. Gao Qing agreed wholeheartedly—delicious and affordable.

Smith was left utterly dejected by the repeated blows dealt him. He never imagined he would end up playing such a humiliating role—it was as if, though it was Smith’s own wedding, some other man had gone to the bridal chamber with his bride. The frustration was beyond words.

After Lei Chen finished his call, he turned on his computer. He didn’t have a Weibo account, so he logged in with Liu Shishi’s and found the trending post.

It was a strikingly exotic face, with features reminiscent of Mongolian or Xinjiang descent—deep-set, expressive eyes, fair skin, and thin, crimson lips.

Nezha, the Third Prince, had amassed over twenty million fans—clearly, he was a master among masters. Partly due to his fame, but certainly also thanks to his real abilities.

Legends say that in ancient times, this bowl appeared once, devouring billions of ancient life stars. It is said in ancient lore that whoever obtains this bowl shall rule the world!

The steward of the Xiao family happened to pass through the courtyard. Upon seeing Ji Changan and Ji Nuanxin, he hurried to greet them.

Compared to Chang’e’s craftsmanship, his own creations fell far short. Still, this time Qingqing did not refuse.

Neither able to live nor die—this was the true state of Ling Yu at this moment. If he could have died instantly, he wouldn’t have hesitated, for only death could bring release from such agony.

“Brother, you’re back~” Seeing her brother Ai Qi, Ai Jia’s face finally broke into a radiant smile.

“As expected!” The Prophet, at the roots, saw the red, hair-like tendrils gradually blacken, rot, and then scatter into the void, a rush of spiritual energy in the air. Suddenly, a sharp white spike appeared before Cang Lei’s eyes, pristine and flawless, as if the entire root system was wrapped around this very spike.