Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Fifth Level of Qi Refining

What Su Xing said to Xu Fusheng was not intended to bridge the relationship between Wushuang City and the Heavenly Capital Prefecture, but was the genuine sentiment in his heart.

The shockwave generated by the impact and the counter-recoil exploded, carving out a massive semicircular crater within a ten-meter radius centered on Monkey and Leona.

"Uh, I wasn't just worried you wouldn't have a place to sleep, right? I'll head up first then!" Ye Wan'er only just realized there was only one room available, and she felt a bit awkward.

The sounds of tearing flesh and shattering bones followed one after another. Their actions drew the attention of many onlookers.

"Do you really think your Sun and Moon sects are invincible? To openly confront our five major sects—I want to see how you manage to walk out of Blazing Flame City today!" Huo Peng was maddened with rage; having this happen on the home turf of his Fire God Sect had caused him to lose all face.

A yellowish-brown fist slammed heavily into the Shield of Dawn. With a thunderous boom, the earth beneath Leona's feet instantly crumbled.

For this Kobold boss, his position depended entirely on Queen Siqi; if he were to fall out with her, he would lose everything in an instant.

The silver-armored general frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a terrifying surge of energy wash over them. It was a formation strike launched by the Undead race while they were stalled in mid-air, a force combining the power of a thousand high-level Emperors along with the attacks of countless other experts.

Under ordinary circumstances, Chen Fan might have truly believed that Princess Tieqing would treat Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, with hospitality, seeing as he was the sworn brother of the Great Sage Pacifying Heaven, the Bull Demon King.

But Ye Xing was not slow either. With a shift of his feet, he flashed several yards away, looking at him coldly with the Heaven-Severing Sword already in his hand.

"Pass the order: slow the ships, tighten the formation. Deploy the warships at the front and rear for protection, place the light scouts in the middle of the column, and carefully monitor all passing vessels on the river. If anything suspicious occurs, signal immediately!" Liu Yong felt a sense of unease.

Thinking of Qingyu, the scene of Nila bullying her that day surfaced in Fu Xi's mind again. Coupled with the ruthless blow Nila had just dealt to Su Jin, a flicker of fury ignited in Fu Xi's heart.

Xiang Hao did not reply. He remained on the training ground, his deep gaze supervising the thirty thousand soldiers as they finished their ten laps.

Observing the two men before him and their respective philosophies, it was not hard to see that Lou Gui’s approach to matters was like a gentle, silent rain that waits for things to reach fruition, undoubtedly a believer in the Taoist philosophy of Huang-Lao; Tian Feng, however, insisted on creating opportunities through human effort, seizing the right time and terrain to force a result, which was clearly the school of Legalism.

The steward calculated the total and spoke the number. The steward was counting, and the sallow-faced man with the furrowed brow was counting too. Addition and subtraction were simple enough; he arrived at the same result as the steward. Once finished, he said, "Thank you for the trouble, steward. Cut this meat for me." As he spoke, he took out the money. After counting it, he handed it over to the steward.

Qian Xiwu stared at the horse meat; he had been eyeing it for some time. He wanted to eat. Braised would probably be good; horse meat is tough, and it only tastes good when it's cooked until tender.

In Liangzhou, Dong Zhuo held immense power. Whether among his own subordinates or the Qiang tribes, his influence was paramount. He maintained ties with several large Qiang tribes and occasionally even engaged in cooperation with them.

Liu Yong sent for Kuai Yue once more, offering words of encouragement and urging him to remain diligent in his duties and to continue devising strategies for the two generals.

Zhang Jiao's voice echoed from behind, but Yun Ting only paused for a moment before stepping out the door. He left without a word, just walking away like that.

In fact, Bing Youling had left the city with Jiang Yu, but she had remained hidden, waiting for an opportunity to snatch the leaf. After all, the opening would last only an instant; once she reacted, she could kill Ming Cha immediately.

Fang Tianmu woke up with a start, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Ziyun still biting the girl's backside. Frowning, he slashed Mu Ziyun away with his blade.

To become a doctor and treat patients, he had even self-studied and passed the college entrance exam to get into medical school. He was very smart and could have succeeded in many fields, yet he insisted on keeping faith as his guiding principle. Was he an idealist?

After leaving the main hall of the academy, Zhou Wutian went straight to the gate, where the group had already arrived and was waiting for him.

Yang Sixuan was stunned by what Wu Yanhao said. He had talked to Liu Wei and Xu Mingde about rebelling by killing Zhang Yuanguan, but they had no concrete plan. They had only roughly considered luring Zhang Yuanguan to Cenzhu County for an inspection, then using superior numbers to slay him before retreating into the mountains before the main army could purge them.

Sensing their confusion, Yun Che made good use of the fine tradition of a teacher imparting knowledge and resolving doubts, slowly explaining it to them.

On the peak of Zichen Mountain stood a dozen or so buildings; this was the seat of the Zichen Sect, one of the ten great martial arts sects. A man in green robes darted over the mountain and across the ravines, moving through the crags as if flying. Before long, he reached the summit. At the end of the stone steps on the peak stood a stone tablet ten feet high, with four red characters as large as buckets inscribed upon it: Zichen Guards the East.

Jiang Anqi stood up, grabbed his blade, and faced the fat man. Taking the opportunity, Lang Luo and the guards hustled Tu Lebu and Luo Na back under the eaves on the right, using the tabletop as a shield. As for the guards who had fallen to the ground, they could no longer be attended to.