Becoming the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yong Dynasty - Completed

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The East China region fell into absolute silence. Central China, South China, and even Dragon City were completely captivated. The terrifying strength of White Cloud City not only shocked East China, but every faction in the entire Huaxia region that maintained contact with the outside world received intelligence regarding White Cloud City, leaving them utterly speechless and stunned into silence, Dragon City included.
He suddenly unleashed a spell, catching Shi Jinlang completely off guard and instantly injuring him. Thus, the current deadlock arose, with both factions bitterly accusing one another.
Having lived through two lifetimes, Yun Xiao handled the issue of Luanfeng Mountain quite differently from his previous life.
Present alongside Wu Zetian, Zhong Kui, and Li Yuanfang were Di Renjie and several senior ministers: Wei Zheng, Qin Qiong, and Qin Buhuai.
"Jade City is gone! How are we supposed to survive?" the commoners cried out, while merchants wept in secret. Tang dynasty generals and soldiers stared in sheer disbelief at the encampment that had existed mere seconds ago, unable to accept that the scene before their eyes was real.
The town was already deserted. Occasionally, a stray, ownerless dog would trot past, only to abruptly turn tail and bolt as if terrified while passing a courtyard, emitting a shrill, frightened whimper.
Looking at Yun Xiao, who stood helpless with his gaze fixed on the sky, Qiu Haitang was suddenly struck by a thought: Could it be that Master Gu—ranked first in the Southwest and sixteenth in Great Qin among immortal farmland grandmasters—was actually wrong?
Zhang Shaoyang stared blankly, completely oblivious to being secretly photographed. "This is fake, it has to be fake."
"I am Park Ewing, captain of the basketball team! If you have the guts, let's settle this with a basketball match!" the brawny man shouted, gripping a basketball in his hand.
Zhao Gang had not entered the main tournament via an invitation letter, but had fought his way up through the preliminaries, which meant the martial arts he practiced and his combat style could not possibly remain hidden.

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Huang Zitao had previously believed he was quite formidable, capable of achieving perfection in everything. Even his inner desires were something he felt he could control exceptionally well. Having navigated the romantic arena for all these years, while he couldn't claim to emerge completely untainted, he could at least distinguish between what should and shouldn't be done on most occasions.
The plan was sound, but the execution was fraught with twists and turns, with various chaotic individuals constantly meddling along the way.
Ordinarily, for a spy from another village, Konoha's standard protocol was to hand them directly over to the Torture and Interrogation Force. However, since Fuzuki Kana had explained the reasons, and the Third Hokage saw that her apology was sincere, he did not press the matter further.
Walking toward the large courtyard, a vast expanse of reed marshes loomed in the distance. The place was filled with the noisy, incessant quacking of countless ducks bathing in the river water.
Moreover, this method of binding someone with interlocking circles was intensely familiar to Namu—the Art of Wood: Twenty-Fourth Form, Hundred-Year Vine Binding.
Every few days, officials from the Ministry of Works would come to discuss matters concerning the construction of the estate; occasionally, the Ministry of Rites would also dispatch envoys. A Prince's grand wedding involved a multitude of tedious and elaborate etiquettes, and since the Prince of Yan made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of managing things, leaving everything entirely up to Shen Caiyi, the Ministry of Rites had no choice but to deal exclusively with her.
Takagi Naoki, meanwhile, organized his medical kit. To tell the truth, he was far more concerned about Haruo's condition. Haruo's ailment did not seem like a simple case of bone spurs; the location of the growth was far too bizarre.
Hai Fengyi sneered, flicked her sleeves, turned around, and returned to her seat. She sat down, casting an icy gaze at her brother and nephew, wondering what on earth they were plotting.
"Perhaps he will end up hating himself. Youmeng, regardless of how much he has tried to use me, I still cannot bear to truly hurt him. Let it be like this; at the very least, I can still see him now, and at the very least, he is still willing to see me." Huo Chengjun's eyes grew moist, yet a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she turned and walked away.
Having finished his bowl of congee, Miao Jian lay back down, though he felt entirely devoid of sleep, despite his head remaining somewhat dizzy and heavy.

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He Lang hastily turned his head to look, only to discover that these people were none other than the old patriarchs who had been hunting him down a few days prior. Wasn't the man leading them Cui Tiesheng, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall?
Having achieved his objective, Han Zeng no longer wished to entangle himself with Liu Qu. True to Liu Qu's suspicions, Han Zeng was wary of Huo Chengjun's extraordinary status and equally terrified of the potential consequences should their actions be exposed. Therefore, he resolved to bring Huo Chengjun back to the Yong'an Inn.
"I am not angry. No matter what you have done to me, and no matter what else you are hiding from me, I choose to believe you," Tang Zixi murmured softly by his ear, gently stroking his back.
Early that morning, she had bathed and changed into crisp, refreshing attire. She wore a cool-toned, lake-blue dress embroidered with bellflowers, overlaid with a sheer gauze robe. The fresh and elegant ensemble made her aura as delicate as an orchid.
Upon returning to the capital, Liu Jue rested for a few days before resuming court duties and managing state affairs. Under the assistance of Xun Yu and Jia Xu, Liu Zhen handled state administration in an orderly fashion. Seeing that the government was running smoothly, Liu Jue was overjoyed. After attending to several urgent matters that day, he retained his senior ministers and together they proceeded to the Military Strategy Office.
"Who knows where this river leads? With a ceiling this low, soaring through the air is impossible. Should we swim across, or look for another way?" asked the old woman who was carrying He Lang on her back.
Liu Bei glanced at Yan Ming and Chen Dao, then turned his horse's head alongside Jian Yong and Sun Qian, slowly retreating. Yan Ming and Chen Dao naturally knew which soldiers constituted the elite and remained loyal to Liu Bei. Accompanied by Yan Ming and Chen Dao, the force of ten thousand men gradually vanished from the field of vision atop the city walls.
The Kingdom of Pagan possessed eighteen vassal states. Its monarch was named Shu Yituo, and the rulers of the eighteen dependent states did not style themselves kings, but rather "Grand Managing Directors"—one could only wonder how they ever came up with such a title. Upon hearing that the Han army had arrived to assist the Shan state in combat, Shu Yituo hurriedly summoned the Grand Managing Directors of the eighteen vassal states to deliberate on a strategy for defense.