Chapter 64: The Sixty-Fourth Iron Pillar

Because of this, when she calmed down to carefully ponder her own abilities, Liu Yu'er made new discoveries.

Matters have their priorities of urgency and importance. Once our Great Ming suppresses the internal rebellion, rests and builds up strength, and restores its vitality, this duke will certainly do his utmost to persuade His Majesty to dispatch troops to the Japanese nation to resolve the Japanese issue. I ask that your master maintain composure and patience, endure for a bit longer, and refrain from acting rashly so as not to ruin the grand undertaking.

Raising his head to look at the extremely obvious enemy commander's flag two miles away, Dong Xuanwu suddenly formed an idea and ordered all the six-pound cannons of the Azure Snake Battalion to open fire on the enemy commander's banner.

This was something Dong Xuanwu had not anticipated. After consulting with Prince Xin, Old Xue, and others, and obtaining the permission of the Tianqi Emperor, he established another policy: if farming households in the agricultural estates instructed other commoners in successfully cultivating high-yielding crops, they could receive up to ten percent of that year's yield as remuneration.

Wei Zhongxian was indeed someone who had spent a long time by the Tianqi Emperor's side. Judging solely by the emperor's expression, he guessed the emperor's intent and hurriedly stepped forward to memorialize.

The old man also anxiously watched as the pointer slowly moved to the very center of the dragon and came to a halt, no longer moving. "This... this... how is this possible?" The old man subconsciously looked down beneath the turntable.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen was lying on a rattan chair to the side, his eyes half-closed, his inner qi circulating within his body like a booming grand bell.

After happening two or three times, the Chongzhen Emperor—who had not yet ascended the throne at the time—finally agreed to Sun Chengzong's resignation, leaving the position of Grand Marshal of the Realm's Armies vacant ever since. It was only at this moment, when Dong Xuanwu voluntarily requested to fight, that the Chongzhen Emperor, who had long wished to bestow a higher title upon Dong Xuanwu, seized the opportunity to announce Dong Xuanwu's appointment as Grand Marshal of the Realm's Armies.

Leng Moran learned that Xia Hanyan was going to have dinner with the president of the Rongcheng Chamber of Commerce. As it happened, he was acquainted with the chamber president, so he went to have tea with him in the afternoon, planning to join them for dinner in the evening.

In her memories, that older brother treated the original owner well, but the original owner's eldest sister also treated her well. Yet, after moving over, didn't endless messy troubles still arise?

Seeing that Yan Qi did not object to his prior promise to Jiao Meng, Wu Laoxie also felt slightly more at ease.

Even so, hundreds of heavenly demons under his command were perishing every single moment, slaughtered to the extent that within a hundred miles around him, baleful qi billowed, blood energy soared to the skies, and demonic energy churned. Many cultivators changed countenance in horror, staring in shock at Xie Xuan, thinking, How can this be possible?

"Brother Feng, I suddenly have a strong urge to play the zither. Thousands of pages of zither scores are churning in my mind, yet I don't know how to choose." The five fingers of her right hand pressed against the strings, trembling slightly.

Back then, he had also regretted not choosing the key advanced class at Qingzhong, choosing instead the ordinary class at No. 1 High School.

Commander Zhao and the others had also once thought of using this method to deal with that snake, but it had to be established on the premise of a relatively shallow water level. Therefore, pumping out the water remained the top priority at present.

His strength was extraordinary, not even inferior to Liu Badao or the Profound Ice Sword Immortal, although the realm he occupied was merely that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

This time, Du Dahe did not refuse. Several villagers had been doing hard labor all day long, moving this and that, carrying things to and fro, and they were quite tired. Taking a bath and having their backs scrubbed to relieve fatigue was acceptable after all. At the very least, it didn't cost much and was indeed something they could comfortably accept.

Rao Guoliang had no choice but to give up the attack. Glancing at the time, it was almost time to retreat. Anyway, only a single reserve torpedo remained; he might as well go to the outer anchorage to try his luck or simply wait for a windfall at the harbor. Otherwise, once the minelaying submarine went into action, even he would be trapped within the military harbor.

"Leader Tang!" Two voices rang out from behind. Tang Yushen knew they were Chen Jianyanyan and Yang Mingxi, but still he did not turn back to look at them, focusing his gaze intently on his two children.

A moment later, Panda's phone also rang. Needless to say, it was undoubtedly Lan Xin.

Yeyang did not catch up with Xu Xiangmeng, but instead followed at a distance behind her, yet able to keep watching her the whole time. Yeyang was afraid—he actually dared to be afraid, terrified that the scar on the back of his hand would uncover that past which only he remembered and which he considered too unbearable to recall.

Meng Ke did not care whether something broke the law or not; anyway, that emperor was no good either. As long as Li Junyu was not exploiting the common people, who cared how much silver he smuggled from the emperor?

"I know your heart aches, but the state is of paramount importance. I cannot bend the law for your sake. Withdraw early; today's matter can go unpunished by me." The emperor remained calm, still harboring a shred of human sentiment.

Rebirth from the flames of fire—everyone anticipated it, but rumors were, after all, just rumors. Who could endure the baptism of this heavenly fire? Even those at the primordial spirit level, I'm afraid, could not hold out for long.

Lu Mi's expression looked utterly helpless. It was the first time Ye Cheng had ever seen Lu Mi like this; it didn't look like anger, nor did it look like rejection, and even the tone of her voice had improved considerably, feeling much more casual and relaxed.

Giving as good as they got, the two of them bantered back and forth with every other sentence. This was also a rare occasion for Feng Hongge to reveal even the slightest hint of a smile toward anyone.

The man was speechless. This question seemed simple, but it was truly difficult to answer. You suffered a loss, had bad luck, and lost your wallet, so you feel extremely displeased seeing those happy people, believing they ought to share your fate. But is that really the case?

Thinking that her grandfather might find it bothersome and be unwilling, she was surprised when he chuckled, accepted it, and actually agreed.

She had expected to receive a one-hundred-percent affirmative answer, but instead, she received a one-hundred-percent negative one.

Hongyan lowered her head, turning over and over in her mind the words of the Empress, the Dowager Consort, and Eunuch Tai. Each had their own reasoning, but they shared one commonality: all of them wished her well.

Right now, a total of over five hundred people had arrived, consisting of members from the Martial Arts Alliance and the Divine Physician Clan Alliance. Among these people, the weakest in strength were disciples at the Threshold Stage, while the elders leading the groups were at least at the Fusion Stage, with several having reached the Great Perfection realm.

At the same time the audience recognized the "Death Scythe," the host on the stage finally managed to make out the face concealed beneath the "Death Scythe's" hat, and could not help murmuring aloud.

As soon as these words were spoken, she glanced back at her older brother, seeing that he was still infatuatedly gazing at Yanglan. Then she took a few steps back, walking to his side. At this moment, Li Qiong had completely shed her initial arrogance and haughtiness.

Even if some cultivators possessed powerful physiques and terrifying vital blood, they would still feel dizzy and lose consciousness within a short time if they inhaled even a tiny bit.

That day, Yu Qing merely asked "What?", and Li Yingjun did not explain in detail. Having said this much, he had already put Yu Qing in quite a difficult spot, and to say any more would carry a sense of compulsion. Yet he truly had not expected that Yu Qing would ultimately be willing to help him with this favor.

Li Yingjun placed his phone on the table, his fingers slowly tapping against the wood—he had not a shred of certainty; if Yu Qing did not return, he would forever lose a partner.