Chapter 51: This Is Not Enough

The Lu family was wiped out in a sudden raid led by Cao Mang, and the decline of the Qiu family was now inevitable. Next in line would be the Ye and Gu families.

Ye Xingmei’s expression was complicated as she asked, “Why are you telling me this?”

Cao Mang gazed intently at her bewitching face, responding with heavy sincerity, “I’m telling you because I consider you my woman.”

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The thought of it twisted Zhu Xianhe’s heart like a knife. Mr. Chu had died at Ning Xiu’s hands, and it was also because of Ning Xiu that Zhang Juzheng sensed the counterattack.

Never had a man responded with such impatience when she exerted all her charms! Even those stoic, ascetic old officials would never speak to her with such ruthless words.

He shook his head, no longer dwelling on the recent scene, but instead considering purchasing a Grade Nine Spirit Vessel.

Since Zheng Chenheng’s return, he had never once brought up Zheng Xichen, and Fu Rongxi avoided the topic as well, remaining equally silent. The old master worried about Zheng Xichen and wanted news of him, but since they wouldn’t speak, he was too embarrassed to ask.

Jiang Xiao muttered to himself; the way things were developing had far exceeded his expectations. Originally, he’d planned to circulate a treasure or two in the market to stoke suspicion, but now it seemed best to let chaos erupt on its own.

It wasn’t that normalcy was a bad thing, but Lu Shu felt something was wrong: the other three were all so abnormal—why was Azure Sky the only one that seemed normal?

Beside him, Song Songtao was so furious he could cough up blood. Damn it! You break your word, so why should I suffer for it? What did I ever do to you?

In reality, by the mid-Ming period, there were already professionals who would substitute for corvée labor; as long as you paid them, they would serve in your place.

Ma Yu shook his head and said, “No matter how serious an outbreak is, once it spreads, it cannot be cured.” With that, he pulled on his shoes, mounted his horse, and rode out to the fields. He ignored his own illness and threw himself into the work. Thankfully, the northern fields of this era were all dry farmland; otherwise, he would have hurt himself.

In truth, the Church was not a brainless villain. Since Karl had so easily defeated Krasu and shown remarkable combat prowess, when the Church decided to apprehend him, it naturally dispatched forces strong enough to suppress him.

He had no time to display his skills or contend with the three armored men; they had come straight for his life.

As the name suggests, antagonistic training derives its value from confrontation. Li Huitang didn’t oppose such training—especially full eleven-on-eleven matches—but the number of students at Jianghai High was enough to make one despair.

No matter which of the other immortal sects they faced, the Ancient Night Clan had no advantage.

Though she didn’t know how Li You had dealt with all those problems, she believed him without a doubt.

Yan Libin rested his head on the bedframe, recalling what He Zhi had shouted: if you had treated her better, she wouldn’t have stopped loving you.

“Why would such a monstrous thing appear in Emerald Valley? He seems to have a clear purpose—he’s come for this place,” said Zhuoma.

Data doesn’t lie; Jianghai High’s resilience was evident in their statistics. Perhaps Jianghai High might lose, but it would not be easy for South China First High to win.

Long Jianfei wore a golden robe, hands clasped behind his back, his expression proud as he nodded slightly, then spoke to Gu Yurou in a calm tone.

“I accept,” Han Yan agreed without hesitation. Tang Fengqing smiled, “That’s more like it.” Then he withdrew his hand, and Han Yan’s eyes were revealed, full of sincerity.