Volume 1, Chapter 28: My Lord, I truly think you are a kind person.

In the past, he had relied on sheer power to crush his opponents, but he knew he would be at a disadvantage if he encountered a rival of equal strength; that was the reason for this trial.

"Fine." Mu Cheng extended a claw, plucked a petal from the most beautiful flower in the patch, and popped it into her mouth to chew.

Fortunately, he had arrived just in time; had he been any later, that damned Wang Dalin would have succeeded.

In the eyes of the Black Wolf, Zou Yi’s power was merely flashy and elaborate, causing it to be momentarily overwhelmed, but it was by no means unable to cope.

Night had fallen once again, and a scarlet moon draped over this land filled with the unknown and the horrific. In the distant mountains and forests, beasts roared and birds shrieked; the overlords of these woods were surging toward Chen Qingniu in a frenzy. Yet he, a single man, still braced his shattered body, struggling to hold his ground.

She noticed a flash of vivid green amidst the foul-smelling pile of giant bear entrails not far away. The green was exceptionally striking, even staining the surrounding air. To her surprise, the patch of green grew at a visible rate, transforming into a vibrant, tender sprout.

After about five minutes, his exam paper was filled. Ru Shixiong strode out with a flourish, and at his gesture, the struggling Pei Shaonan also walked out with broad strides.

Under the Tianqi Dynasty, the state’s tax revenue was generally stable, and peasant uprisings were handled with appropriate pacification; though life was hard, the people managed to scrape by.

Just as Yi Zilin set his sights on the final piece of meat and was about to put it in his mouth, the morsel reached Lin Jiami’s mouth at "light speed."

Suddenly, Dugu Sheng felt a wisp of his consciousness drawn by some unseen force and sucked into the Primordial Pearl.

Lin Qi unleashed a mixture of sword intent from within the giant claw. A brilliant purple light erupted from his body, and the beast’s claw, which had trapped him, melted and dissipated within the purple haze.

Turning his back to lean against the pavilion railing, Jin Yaochen gazed at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, a look of cold indifference settling on his face once more.

Fu Lianghua chuckled to herself, thinking that the ancients were right—beauty seen by candlelight is indeed more pleasing to the eye than usual. Even if one’s looks were unremarkable, the soft, bright light made the skin appear more delicate and fair.

When the startup interface loaded, Yang Bufan was so shocked he nearly bit his tongue off.

Listening to these accounts, Lin Qi couldn't help but think that these matters weren't necessarily so dangerous—at least they were far easier than killing someone right under the nose of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The path of a Terminator is one of ending the collapse, a road fraught with difficulties and the constant possibility of sacrifice.

After all, there is no true affection in the imperial family; even if he were the younger brother of the late emperor, born of the same mother, displaying political talent would only invite suspicion.

It was the same with Lin Zheng’s affairs, and the same with the memories of five years ago. When would Nangong Ze finally be willing to be honest with her?

And so, after collecting the poems from the young masters and scholars, the pimp downstairs began to recite them in the order they were received.

Of course, they were using Italian, not even bothering with English, showing no consideration for the psychological state of a factory drone like Yang Bufan.

Before the battle, the Yuan army still had over eight thousand troops, but now fewer than four thousand remained, along with a large number of wounded.

If his martial arts cultivation were to catch up and reach the peak of Body Tempering, combined with the third layer of the Heaven-Opening Body Tempering Art, Chen Fang could not even estimate what kind of terrifying combat power he might possess.

A few words from Chen Yi and Helan Minzhi had touched her heart: if Li Xian died, it would be immensely beneficial to her own ascension to the throne.

The Blue Bird suddenly opened her eyes and glared fiercely at Zhou Yunsheng; his words, if they reached the ears of the Retired Emperor, would leave her with no way to defend herself.

"How could you be so foolish? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was! Why did you do it? Am I truly worth you risking your life? I am not worth it," Mo Qiulan cried, embracing Zhou Cheng.

Walking down the stairs to the side door, she found a handsomely decorated carriage already waiting there.

Hua Zhanhuan bowed, flattered and surprised; he had not expected Lan Yi to treat them with such courtesy, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

The phantom emitted a shrill, ghostly wail. Though its form blurred, it did not dissipate. In this silent place, the sound of that wail was deeply chilling.

With a faint, dismissive smile, he turned off the wall-mounted television and downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

"This..." Cheng Shi hesitated, feeling it was best not to tell Cheng Yun the truth. Cheng Yun was convinced the car accident was entirely Zhou Chu's fault, and she had even declared that if she ever caught the person who caused the crash, she would tear them to shreds.

Well, I admit I was being malicious, hoping that the token she obtained would be snatched away by someone else.

"General Li, it looks like they are using ropes to hoist their catapults up!" Sun Fujia, with his sharp eyes, was the first to notice the movements of the Zhou army.

She raised her head and smiled, revealing a few teeth. It was a smile of immense happiness and absolute sincerity.

However, if they did not act this way, they could only watch helplessly as the Khitan tribe became the sole power on the Liaodong grasslands, only for them to launch a massive southern invasion the following spring to seize the territories they had fought so hard to conquer.

Footsteps drew near, and I was once again enveloped by that cold embrace. When he apologized in a low, hoarse voice right by my ear, all the grievances in my heart erupted at once; I turned around, wrapped my arms around his waist, and wept bitterly.