Day 23

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The following is just some daily routine. Isabelle tries to venture outside on her own; unlike Locke, she does not carry the castle with her.

Lin Wei’s face is as gloomy as if water were about to drip from it. What makes it even harder for him to accept is that he is completely unable to step outside this game to become a player himself.

This place is sparsely populated. Although it is the territory of the Tianding Sect, few people come here, and sometimes it is just a place for disciples to practice.

Tang Zihan keeps dodging, but it is not as easy as before. A light sheen of perspiration appears on her forehead; the Raccoon Bear’s single arm is surprisingly even more formidable than two.

Old Wang was right about one thing: there are no outsiders present, so even if it is a fake, it is not particularly shameful. If one were to encounter others later and be exposed by an expert in public, it would be far more embarrassing.

After all, once an encounter with the enemy occurs, it is a tough battle. Only capable scouts can evade pursuit and carry intelligence back to the army.

In Rotas’s view, the intensity of these flames is something he could still endure with his own power, even without tapping into the bloodline of the Sabukao family.

The others are speechless. "Of course you would praise it. The items are yours, and the profits go to you—naturally, you would say good things."

Only after seeing his troops withdraw to a safe distance did Fide slowly lead his remaining rearguard companions to retreat toward the north. The fortress is temporarily safe; ironically, it is those of them who have left the fortress who have fallen into a perilous situation.

In the Liaozhou provincial capital, Chao Chan, with his stout frame, sits in the seat of honor, looking as stunned and lifeless as a wooden statue. His aides are also slumped in their chairs. "Report! The Rong Sect has arrived!" someone stumbles into the room to announce.

In truth, he understands that Lu Chen is also a good choice, but he is ultimately lacking in innate potential, and as he himself admitted, he is not as good as Fang Yun. Like everyone else, he favors Fang Yun more.

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I do not wish to do anything to you, I only wish to give you a warning—just a warning. Ruyi… you understand, don't you?

The so-called challenge is for practitioners who have not been seated to challenge those in the top ten. If they defeat their opponent, that person must vacate their position, and the challenger takes it—it is that simple.

Therefore, Zhao Zhen’s goal is clear: to thoroughly rule the Western Regions and reduce all rebellion existing there. The method is simple: either surrender and accept the rule of the Great Song, or be destroyed. It is that straightforward.

His tattered Daoist robe remains the same, his handsome face is refined, and his three strands of ink-black beard flutter slightly in the breeze—he possesses the air of an immortal.

"Baihua..." Dong Qingyun has heard the name, but he just mutters it, bowing his head in thought, as if he has no impression of it at all.

Although Ren Yingying regrets this, she knows in her heart that her scheme has failed. All of her plans were built upon the top three spots, but now Linghu Chong has become fourth, and she knows it is impossible for Linghu Chong to defeat the other two, Cheng Shifei and Gu Santong.

Besides, it is merely an incognito visit; is it necessary to make a grand display and show one’s colors? That is just telling people the Emperor has arrived. Zhao Zhen detests this kind of posturing, especially from certain officials who love to have gongs sounded to clear the path, fearful that others might not notice the imperial emblems on their carriage.

That lizard-like creature took a few more bites at the door panel, and before long, the wood beside the lock was chewed away by the thing.

An emperor is also human, and as long as one is human, one is bound to make mistakes. Even a sage cannot guarantee they have never erred, can they?

Liu Xiahui’s senior fellow apprentice, Matsushita Masatake, is Matsushita Saburo’s uncle. It is only because of this connection that Matsushita Saburo, a young dandy, could find an expert like Liu Xiahui.

"He will be very hungry when he wakes up. While you watch over him to make sure he doesn’t slide into the water and drown, go clean the kitchen utensils. I will come back soon to make him a grand meal," Zhang Donghai said.

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Madam Wang said she and Aunt Qinxiang were old acquaintances; after all, Lady Lin and Madam Wang were once very close sisters. Seeing them chatting happily, the Second Young Master and I felt it improper to disturb them, so he went back, ordering me to brew a pot of tea for him before he left. So, I went out.

Zhou Yu has no idea why the Ni River is like a fated existence for the Danya people. It is because the Danya people cannot swim. In ancient legends, humans are animals that live on land, while dragons are divine creatures that walk freely through the water, sky, and earth. Humans nourish dragons, and dragons protect humans—a love that is endless and eternal.

Of course, this is Zhang Donghai; he does not need to be particularly proactive. The one who should be most anxious is actually that large supermarket.

However, there are no "what ifs" in life. Since they do not exist, he cannot regret it, nor does he have the time to. Now, having pretended to be a soldier to lure out the guerrillas, and seeing the Everlasting Army he built with his own hands driven into a corner and struggling to survive, Zhou Yu truly feels heavy-hearted.

As expected, the group had only been away from Luoyang for two hours when the sky filled with dark, rolling clouds and fierce winds. There was no village or shop in sight, so Li Tianqi and the others hurried to find a place to take shelter from the rain.

Xiao Yunfei gently stroked Liu Qing’s back to comfort her. Although he is a doctor, he does not know the cause of Liu Qing’s condition. He can only stay by her side, gently patting her back.

She recalled the first time she saw him suffering from an attack of cold poison. His bewitching face was covered in a frozen air, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his eyes were shut tight, and his fists were clenched and trembling slightly. Perhaps it was from that moment that she felt something special for him. She felt pity for him; beneath his powerful, cold exterior lay boundless, torturous suffering.