Volume 1 Chapter 53: Attacking Yun City
At night, the stars twinkled overhead.
The Fierce Sun Army celebrated enthusiastically.
It had been a long time since they had a hearty meal, and tonight’s feast was exceptionally sumptuous.
Golden, crispy roasted horse meat filled the air with a rich aroma, accompanied by fragrant meat soup.
The soldiers sat together, laughing and singing, dancing with joy.
These dishes were naturally made from the warhorses of the Dada tribe.
Many warhorses had been slain in this battle, providing the finest ingredients.
After the meal, Du Xinru finished eating, and Aunt Lan had already tidied up the house and washed the clothes.
No one knew the outcome, only that when Jiang Chen left, the usual smile on his face was replaced by a deep gloom.
Kuafu’s sacrifice was not in vain. He exerted his utmost effort to defeat the long river of flames. The remaining fire was no longer strong.
As for Li Jing before them, his life was preserved by the laws of fate, suggesting that his destiny had not yet run its course and death was not imminent.
Qin Zuoyin wanted to pinch her nose and ask, “What do you mean it’s a loss anyway? Do you know how much Huason spends every year? It’s a bottomless pit.”
Upon hearing this, Yun Shu’s expression remained unchanged, as if unconcerned by what Yun Yao said.
Yu Zhongcheng truly suffered a great blow, but upon reflection, he suddenly realized that only this reason could explain why the old lady disliked him so much.
See, it was clear that Jin Ya was preparing for her second child, yet Zhang Ling, who had made no preparations at all, was the first to have one.
But no matter what, he still had to return home once. Investigations were possible, but visiting the police station was off-limits.
Kakashi frowned, raising his eyes to look at the Ye Han case, asking, “How did you manage the predecessor of the Ye Han case!?”
Ye Shengxiao couldn’t understand what in such a harsh environment had inspired this man before her to speak such sweet words. Feeling utterly speechless, she was nonetheless eager to listen further.
Taking a taxi to Changfeng Group, she looked up to see the towering, gleaming building.
Ye Shengxiao crossed her arms and coldly regarded the scoundrel at her feet, who was deeply immersed in his act. Her face was indifferent, her eyes unmoved, as if watching an absurd farce.
At night, the palace lanterns cast dim light.
Silang’s figure in the square swayed like a withered branch in the wind. Having not rested for two days, and now buffeted by cold winds, his cough grew worse and worse.
Although Meng Yue Rou’s friendship was not entirely sincere, tinged with ulterior motives, he could still understand.
Chai Shien moved his limbs, and sure enough, his spiritual power increased somewhat. However, this power carried a demonic aura, so it needed purification before it could be used.
Behind him, Lie Ya pursued relentlessly. If he turned or paused for even a moment, he would surely suffer a fierce counterattack.
After a long while, he opened his eyes. The warm light in them shattered instantly, leaving only boundless despair and self-reproach.
When he spoke, Silang’s shoulders trembled slightly, his eyes already blurred with moisture.
But when he thought of Fu Shenheng and Jiang Zhiyan’s happy reconciliation, he felt no regret for his choice.
Her heart was tangled, vexed, and stifled. She got out of bed, quietly unlatched the door, and slipped out.
“Whether I have a boyfriend or not is none of your business,” Tang Yingying said sharply, her eyes narrowing with a cutting expression.
“Zi Hua, Fan’er, Mo Yan, Xiao Mo, you must promise your master that if you face your life-and-death tribulation, you must personally slay them!” Master Yan Dao instructed.
“Clinic? If I’m not mistaken, Dr. Bai studied Western medicine. Why does he want to promote traditional Chinese medicine?” Sun Qian asked, puzzled.
For cultivators at the lowest level, crossing the Three Divine Heavens was like a daydream; countless cultivators never achieved it in their lifetimes.