Volume One, Chapter 32: Acting as a Shill for My Wife

Enraged by Yagyu Dong, Yagyu Jing momentarily forgot what a terrifying enemy stood before him. He retreated without a second thought, abandoning Xiao Yinjin and leaving the front line to Yagyu Dong. His intention was crystal clear: since he couldn't handle the situation, he would let Yagyu Dong step up and suffer for a change.

He yearned to save this Great Han Dynasty, to see the prestige of Han spread far and wide, and to lead these admiring heroes across the world. Yet, he found himself torn and trapped, while the Emperor seemed incapable of believing in his loyalty, constantly guarding against him with calculated suspicion.

With the two of them flanking Han Feng, each clinging to one of his arms, he stood stiff and motionless, terrified that the slightest movement might bring him into contact with their soft, graceful forms.

For she, who stood before him, had untied every knot in his heart; how desolate he felt at this moment.

The two in the room rose simultaneously. One wore a teasing smile, while the other’s was far more subtle. Yet, even so, Xia Hanqiu could discern the faint joy on her face, and she immediately understood the situation.

Whether intentional or not, Yang Cheng seemed to constantly hint to Han Feng that he should embark on a great endeavor in the future.

The candied hawthorn had discolored and rotted away. I gently kissed the cold bottle, took out the Sakura Flying Sentiment key, and made a silent decision in my heart.

"Drink this first, and just leave the bowl here when you're finished. I'll come up to collect it in a while. Don't rush to get up; rest for a bit longer. Also, don't forget to take the medicine after the porridge," Zhang Rui instructed before turning to leave.

After more than ten minutes, the convoy reached the suburbs. Watching the flickering red dot, Officer Xu scanned the area while driving, as there were many abandoned houses scattered throughout the vicinity.

Being overly impulsive would only lead to a crushing defeat. Chen Langya was not reckless; he demanded at least a ninety percent certainty of success before taking action. It was not foolproof, but even in failure, the consequences would be manageable. Only in this way could he stabilize the situation and proceed with calculated, steady steps.

After all, in a world where things were only getting worse, it was always wise to stay vigilant, even if Persephone had only just been born.

Before long, "A Season of Smiles" had gathered about 4,000 members. With the three gangs combined, they exceeded ten thousand—a truly formidable force.

It was the spirit of dying on the path of the charge—this was the true reason he could crush the Sakata Regiment and kill the old bastard Sakata despite being at a severe disadvantage in firepower.

The former was a silent attack in the night; my health was decimated, but I took the last of Night’s life with a strike dealing over three thousand damage.

In an instant, the God race’s ranks crumbled completely. The assassin’s final charge, hindered by the disparity in levels, was all in vain.

Song Xuxu’s fingers tightened involuntarily. She had messaged Gu Yan twenty minutes ago, but he had not replied.

Chen Langya did not want to remain entangled with Kato Minako. After all, Han Qi was still in a passive position. Although he would be fine for the moment, he was Chen Langya’s brother, and the shocking wounds on his body made him unwilling to let Han Qi suffer any longer.

Zimei was somewhat agitated. This time, they would protect the man they regarded as a god as he charged into the fray.

Rong Rong, who had been gloating just a moment ago, was now dumbfounded to see You Luo defeated without a fight. After snapping, "Useless thing," she scrambled to flee down the mountain.

Neither had ever seen their master so stern; he had always been confident and possessed great authority.

Even if he had all the money in the world now, lost time could never be recovered.

Meng Jingyi rubbed her nose and glanced at him quietly. Could it be that he felt humiliated by being restrained earlier and was angry because of that?

"Is that so? Then I shall wait and see if you truly have the ability to break through the preliminaries," Dima said.

Mu Yufan ignored him, called for Mengmeng, pulled Kaisa along, and followed the Mu Qian family to join the main group as they headed indoors.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together as he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. She did not retreat, only tilted her chin slightly, looking up at him.

Speaking of this, Xiao Heng was quite annoyed. He had gone to such lengths just to see her, only to fail to catch even a glimpse of her hem. With a cold face, he ignored her.

After these words were spoken, Xu Wanwan’s eyes flickered. It seemed as though she had been touched by something.

"It is a truly wondrous and beautiful place. However, Quill, I hope you never tell anyone about that place," Zhuang Yi said, looking at Quill with great seriousness.

Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui could no longer bother with hiding their identities. Eighteen spirit rings manifested, their colorful radiance intensifying the fury of the surrounding spirit beasts. Various spirit abilities were unleashed directly upon Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.

Even the former God King Haozhan had to show respect to God King Tiandu; thus, it was never the God King Piaoxue or God King Molu who truly influenced the decisions of the God race, but rather God King Tiandu.