48. The Merchant Shows the Way

Xianyu Wuqi stood up, looked up to the sky, opened his mouth, drew his sword, and shouted, "Those who violate the might of China shall be executed no matter how far away they are!" Xianyu Wuqi's momentum in drawing his sword startled Galdan and Liu Rushi. Galdan even gripped the scimitar at his waist, ready to use his grand chieftain saber to mercilessly chop down this swindling charlatan if the old Taoist priest dared to commit treason.

"Li Qin? Why are you here?" A middle-aged man walked out from behind his desk and approached with a surprised expression.

"Doctor Gao's side will take an hour, and your side will also get an hour. The remaining time belongs to me. My grandson will be raised by me from now on," Elder Song said domineeringly.

"Shut up!" Mo Junling roared furiously, gripping the imperial edict in his hand so tightly that his grip almost left an imprint on the parchment.

Among the five ancient artifacts, the Tai'e Sword was now shattered inch by inch into a pile of scrap iron.

Lin Tianfan lay on the bed, his mind racing with a chaotic jumble of thoughts. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, and he suddenly felt as though his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds.

"It's fine, just take it! Consider it a loan from me, and you can pay me back later." Li Gouwa shoved the money into Sun Li's hands, turned around, and strode away.

"Damn it! Cut the crap! Come on! I'm fine!" Jing Yan got back up and said. Although that punch was terrifying, so what? Was he someone who could be knocked down so easily?

Song Zheng and his companion hurriedly stepped forward and noticed three characters faintly visible above the grand gates: Three Pure Ones Temple! Joy surged in Song Zheng's heart; this was a temple affiliated with the Quanzhen Sect. According to Qiu Chuji, the abbot of this temple held the Taoist title Lingji and was not only profound in his mastery of the Tao but also possessed exceptional martial arts, making him quite renowned within the Quanzhen Sect. If they could secure his help, there was hope of escaping tonight.

Outside the city of Isfahan, the Ming army launched a fierce assault: "Strengthen the firepower, open fire!" Under the cover of He Huchen's artillery smoke, Yu Chongxiao led his troops in a heavy assault on the various gates of Isfahan: "Cavalry charge, take the city gates!" The artillery had already battered the walls of Isfahan until they were riddled with holes, and the collapse of the city walls was only a matter of time.

Kane's head became stuck and motionless, his body swaying left and right as thousands of unspoken curses melted into silent stillness.

Moved by Sun Ce's actions, the three generals felt both touched and increasingly guilty! Since Sun Ce possessed such grand ambitions, why couldn't they follow him to conquer the world? Leaving aside the campaign against Yanzhou, at this moment, with a single word from Sun Ce, they would not hesitate in the least.

The young man was extremely puzzled. He tilted his head to glance at his makeshift teacher and, finding him deadly serious and not joking at all, a sudden sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

Lin Zhao did not reply immediately; he was probably still gaming. After wandering around the lobby and organizing his persuasive arguments, Shi Wu went up to the floor of their dormitory building. The living room lights were on, but no one was there.

Aside from having a cultivation level that surpassed Xiao Zhan, Nalan Yanran's Qi cultivation techniques and battle skills were in no way inferior to Xiao Zhan's either; she was simply younger than him.

Given the status of a laborer, if they spoke the truth, they felt they would surely be dragged out and beheaded. Yet, if they went against their conscience and praised the senior laborer for his good looks—provided the laborer had even an ounce of self-awareness—this masked youth would still be slapped with the crime of deceit, leaving him with no good outcome either.

The first edict was sternly worded: not only was he stripped of his post as the Governor of Qingzhou, but as if that were not enough, Li Shimin also penned a private letter berating him mercilessly with the harshest language. The letter instructed him to act with caution henceforth, warning him that imperial court politics were not as simple as he imagined, and also mentioned the matter of that letter, urging him to properly thank Ma Zhou.

Nan Gongzhan was insidious and ruthless by nature, and the Ye family was his confidant and mortal enemy. Yet, for the sake of a beauty, he had chosen to spare this massive hidden danger—had he lost his mind?

Mo Junzheng trained at noon while Lin Hongwei practiced in the hospital's backyard, making use of whatever equipment was available.

Seeing that Li Jin was about to turn and leave after speaking, Li Qian's expression darkened. How could he not know that this nephew of his still harbored some resentment toward Lü Bu? Li Jin held Cao Cao in high regard, whereas Lü Bu and his faction had seized Yanzhou from Cao Cao while taking advantage of the situation; how could Li Jin possibly look upon them with favor?

Perhaps some streamers came here wishing to develop stealthily and rise to prominence later, but now that the Empress's Seal was in her hands, they would undoubtedly suspect her identity—wondering whether she was a native or a streamer like them—and come to test her out.

The elders furrowed their brows in deep thought, having benefited immensely from the insights. Seeing this, Lin Mu had to interrupt the somewhat gloomy atmosphere.

"Aren't all men like this?" Ren Keman bit her lips hard. They had been married for barely a month, yet he gave her the cold shoulder and even refused to share a room with her simply to take a concubine.

Preventing Su Luo from following them into the mountains was, on the one hand, due to the genuine danger, and on the other hand, because he did not want her to witness his brutal side.

Although Ejei was the nominal Great Khan of the Mongols, the Khalkha people did not take him seriously in the slightest.

Lin Mu pondered for a moment, looked at the raw iron and demon core in his hand, and then glanced at the empty smithing room, readily accepting Guo Zhen's suggestion.

However, Qin Muhian suffered from severe mental cleanliness and could not tolerate any flaws. After regaining custody of the two children, he wanted nothing more to do with Lu Xinyao. Therefore, he preferred to spend extra money to settle the matter as a one-time buyout rather than become Lu Xinyao's perpetual meal ticket.

Lu Xingyan did not know if reincarnation was possible, but he did not want to lose such a chance. He... still wanted to see his grandmother, so he could not seek death on his own.

When everyone had calmed down, Elder Zheng instructed people to rearrange the place. After cleaning away all traces of the three individuals, including Taoist Priest Wei, they set up another banquet in the courtyard pavilion. Feng Zhou took the seat of honor without any modesty, and although many aristocratic scions were present, everyone felt it was entirely natural.

Jun Qinglan narrowed her eyes and glanced sideways at Licong Yao. Within that man's elongated phoenix eyes lay a profound significance, matching her own. She slowly turned her head back, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

"Seniors truly know your goods; this magical artifact was forged using the tendons and bones of a black flood dragon," Linghao said with a faint smile.

If strictly speaking, Tang Wanchun, the current head of the Xiangxi Tang Clan, was actually the cousin of Tang Jieyi and Tang Jiezhong.

Bakal, the Dragon King, was a powerhouse ranked among the very top even among the Apostles. He always exuded an imposing and majestic aura; to his allies, he was a terrifying tyrant, while to his enemies, he was nothing less than a world-destroying demon king.

His father, looking extremely pleased with himself, was just about to offer a couple of criticisms when suddenly a gale swept downward across the lake, stirring up massive waves that caused the wooden rowboat to sway violently from side to side. Father and son simultaneously dropped their fishing rods and collapsed pathetically onto the bottom boards of the boat, narrowly avoiding being tossed overboard into the water.

He vaguely sensed that someone else must have also obtained information about the blood lotus, and a powerful faction at that.