Volume 1, Chapter 56: Re-exploring the Wolf Valley

It is no wonder that it feels so refreshing in the scorching summer heat. As is well known, mountain spring water is warm in winter and cool in summer, which is why the Chengde Mountain Villa naturally possesses this miraculous property.

Yang Yu helplessly turned his horse around and returned to the main camp, finding Lin Ke to demand a solution to this predicament. Lin Ke had originally hoped to find some peace and quiet, but alas, escape was impossible. Donning his armor once more, he rode out to the front lines between the two armies.

"If I said no, would you believe me?" Charles replied with a smile, his expression so inscrutable that it was impossible to tell whether he was speaking the truth or falsehood.

The embarrassment on Su Jinxiu's face deepened visibly, a flicker of panic flashing through her eyes as she stood there somewhat at a loss.

Ignoring the stench completely, Lin Ke rushed to the spot, shook Yang Yu's body vigorously, and shouted, "Yang Yu! Yang Yu! Wake up!" Only then did Yang Yu reply in a drawn-out voice, "I'm not dead yet. Ke, I knew you'd come to save me. Please, save me." His voice was faint and accompanied by coughs, each one devoid of any strength.

I could not look at myself in a mirror, but Nan Yaoyao said I looked terribly haggard. I thought that even if Li Tan didn't care about me, out of sheer habit of spouting sarcasm, he ought to at least ask. Yet he still said nothing. Upon his return, he instructed his men to pack up my belongings, intending to send me away to Song Zheyi's residence.

Lin Ke smiled involuntarily and replied, "Why don't you arrange for the few of us to stay in your grand mansion first?" Since they had found someone who possessed the heavens and was practically his own flesh and blood, there was no need to stand on ceremony with him anymore.

The entire fourth floor was a yoga studio—vast and expansive, surrounded by transparent glass that offered a sweeping view of the scenery outside.

Despite thinking that if he were in that position and managed to break free from the encirclement, his first priority would be to eliminate the most powerful individual with such bizarre methods to prevent him from hindering their escape.

His prayer was unlike that of ordinary people; his eyes were tightly closed, his lips remained motionless, and his hands were clasped together tightly as he knelt before the divine statue, looking as though he had fallen asleep.

"Ming'er, I heard that yesterday in the imperial court, you correctly answered the question posed by the envoy from the Arab Caliphate, winning a fine Arab steed and a crucible steel saber?" Li Jing asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A Feng and the others had originally intended to leave, but the archers outside the room neither departed nor dared to harm anyone now. The only reason they hadn't left was simply because Jiang Ming's men hadn't permitted them to go.

"Your Highness the Prince of Ting, you and I no longer have any ties whatsoever," Qingwu's cold voice drifted away on the wind.

Therefore, although he harbored deep suspicions regarding Fang Xuanling's report—wherein Yue Yuchuan claimed that a large portion of the Yue family had been involved in trafficking weapons to rebellious bandits and embezzling relief funds and grain intended for disaster victims—he could no longer remain in Wu'an to handle the matter.

"Then you blame me? I had no idea that sign meant to turn!" Li Daniu retorted, looking even more aggrieved than him.

"Everyone, get out..." A cold voice tinged with weariness rang out, and I turned my gaze toward its source.

Zhao Shuixian was just about to let out a furious scream when, unexpectedly, a pair of passionately hot, red lips covered her own vividly crimson mouth, forcing the words back down into her throat.

Mayor Duan, who was accompanying Zhou Chu on his inspection tour, was beyond excited! Come to think of it, when Zhou Chu first sought him out, he had been carrying a note written by Zhang Jun. Mayor Duan, who had always been a man of strict integrity, had actually looked down upon this quite a bit initially. Assuming Zhou Chu was just another pampered scion of some influential official, he had treated him with extreme coldness.

The inevitable outcome of the pursuit was a resounding victory for the Liaodong army. Empress Xiao and Yu Ming's mother, Xiao Wanjun, were both rescued, and the greater part of the plundered wealth was recaptured.

He stared at Qingwu in sheer disbelief, his brows knitted together like an untieable knot. His captivating pupils dilated before gradually deepening, and he fixed his gaze upon her with an expression of utter incredulity.

The young man was also quite youthful, around sixteen or seventeen years of age. His features were exceptionally refined, though his two distinct eyebrows were currently raised in anger, giving him a desperate, reckless look. However, the corners of his mouth were already stained with an eye-catching trace of blood. This was none other than Ren Xuesong, whom Bei Ruo had mentioned.

If she could devour these four as well, it should allow her to reach the peak of the Saint realm, the Blue-Winged Phoenix Butterfly thought coldly in her heart.

"No, no, how could this student dare! The teachings imparted by Teacher Xiayang are all supreme arts." Seeing Xiayang's face grow cold and deeply displeased, Xu Pang quickly smiled, flattering him with a sycophantic expression on his face.

Being dragged directly into the lava pool was something Liu Qing could not cope with, even with the protection of his Cloud Haze Qi.

As Xiayang coldly spat out the word "Detonate," a tremendous burst of force erupted from his right hand, driving the entire Azure Flame Pellet deep into Doro's body. In the next instant, Xiayang's figure retreated rapidly. This was his first time using the Azure Flame Pellet, but its destructive power was undoubtedly immense—so much so that even Xiayang himself dared not face it head-on.

Stalin never entirely abandoned his cruel "games." Yet at the time, everyone believed that those harsh times could justify the "Leader's" ruthless measures.

Or perhaps let the surrounding border garrisons directly dispatch troops to suppress the bandits, and figure out how they themselves should respond.

Prince Jun, feeling idle and bored, sat on a stool and looked around. As he gazed about, he overheard two dark-skinned middle-aged men sitting at a nearby table speaking in lowered voices.

"...Well done. Next time, remember to grill it to medium-rare; I don't like the taste when it's too raw."

The strong naturally possess the pride of the strong. Regarding the matter of graduation, Venom preferred to seek it out on his own.

Within the world of death, the void tore open, and two figures flashed out, though not appearing in their original locations.

Yet I felt no such sensation, only sensing that the power of the Holy Light I commanded had grown significantly stronger.

The Mad Fiend of Extreme Holiness? Wang Dao wondered inwardly. Could it be that Tianchenzi had changed his title to the Mad Saint? The moniker of "Mad Fiend" must have derived from his frenzied battle intent, surely?

The Shura Hell Scripture was preserved within the Earth Realm. Aside from the King of Hell of yesteryear, no one had yet succeeded in cultivating it to completion.

The Heavenly Ultimate Sect, being a six-star sect, certainly possessed such conditions, and the number of Heaven Realm experts within the sect was by no means small.

"Won... the match?" a young man of the Battle Bear tribe said with a dry throat. Even though they were hostile forces to the Peacock tribe, they still found it completely unbelievable that the young man could win.

Meng Hu's mount was already utterly exhausted. Struck by this devastating blow, the warhorse raised its head in a mournful cry and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

This turn of events left Su Moqi even more baffled, completely at a loss as to what schemes the Prince of Yong was plotting right before his eyes.

After crossing James, Sun Zhou immediately executed a hop-step, leaping to the left side of James's body. At this point, Sun Zhou had not even reached the free-throw line.

Furthermore, saving four to five million disaster victims would yield tens of millions of merit points, easily allowing the merit system to level up once again.

Driven by the seasoned veteran coachman, the carriage slowly set off with exceptional smoothness. Before and behind the carriage were dozens of guards and retainers from the Zhao and Wang families, followed closely by five large carts laden to the brim with copper coins. The grand procession marched toward the Zhao estate, drawing sidelong glances from pedestrians lining both sides of the street.