Chapter 101: The Unyielding Golden Lotus

Maiden, Please Banish the Demons The White Serpent Immortal 1949 words 2026-04-11 14:23:49

A night passed.

The sounds of battle cries and clashing weapons around Yanwei Pass gradually subsided.

Soldiers from the Mansion Guard and the Exotics Battalion embraced one another—some laughing joyfully, others wailing in sorrow.

The troops of the City Guard mechanically counted the fallen on the battlefield, gathering the bodies of their comrades who had perished in combat. They then lit large fires, watching as their brethren turned to ashes, as if gazing upon their own futures in those flames.

Yet, they wondered silently if anyone would come to collect their bodies when their time came.

Lying on a cold, hard bed, Hua An’s mind dwelled on the great matters of ruling the realm, yet his body felt a pang of loneliness. Promptly, he ordered Zhuge Qi to come and keep him company through the night.

“To use the finger to point at the finger is not as good as using what is not a finger to point at the finger; to use the horse to represent the horse is not as good as using what is not a horse to represent the horse. Heaven and earth are but one finger, all things but one horse.”

“Since Teacher Qi is so confident, you cannot afford to lose too badly,” said the bald man, whose previously cheerful expression momentarily shifted upon hearing Qi Wanyou’s words. He quickly recovered, addressing Boli and the others behind him. Though his tone remained unchanged on the surface, anyone could detect the sarcasm beneath.

One could even guess his true thoughts: a craving for comfort, a reluctance to battle foreign enemies, and a yearning for peace through alliance with the Turks.

After Xuanyuan spoke softly, the two tidied themselves briefly before leaving the room, heading straight to the beast quarters.

Wang Meng clasped his fists and spoke again, “Your Majesty, though the Nightless City plan is worth attempting, it must be prepared meticulously. I am willing to lend Your Majesty my strength.” He then looked toward Hua An.

This was what Sterling had said in an interview before the Los Angeles Derby. The man remained true to his old style—talking incessantly about Southern botanical gardens and black people. Only this time, with Lin Han’s involvement, he also mentioned Chinatown and the Chinese.

Since this was a contest of pure strength, Thor had nowhere to run. Lu Xuan came with dignity and honor; thus, he could only meet the challenge head-on.

“To use the finger to point at the finger is not as good as using what is not a finger to point at the finger; to use the horse to represent the horse is not as good as using what is not a horse to represent the horse. Heaven and earth are but one finger, all things but one horse.”

“Is it possible? Yes, it is possible. Is it impossible? No, it is impossible. The Way is practiced and fulfilled; things are as they are. Why so? Because they are so. Why not so? Because they are not so. Things inherently are as they are; things inherently can be. Nothing is not so; nothing is impossible. Hence, take the pillar and the column, the spear and Xi Shi, the grand and the strange, the mysterious and the deceptive—the Way connects them all as one.”

Imagine an ordinary person walking through the woods at night—suddenly a bird calls out, startling them. In this dense forest, thousands of crows cry, their voices gathering like a storm of caws that could terrify anyone half to death. In such moments, souls inevitably waver, becoming susceptible to manipulation and soul-stealing.

Yet, neither school leaders, teachers, nor any adults appeared, as if this was a farce acted out solely by the students themselves.

After a flash of white light, a tremendous explosion shattered the quiet! Apart from Thunder and Darius, everyone covered their ears. Not only did the entire realm tremble, but the sound carried on for hundreds of miles before finally ceasing.

As everyone expressed their emotions, the only boy feeling melancholy on stage was Wang Qinglun.

The others around him looked up excitedly at the sky, waiting until the White Demon was pierced and slain by that terrifying beam of energy.

“What a coincidence—our company is having a Christmas party tonight, and I’m invited. I really can’t leave,” he said, adding a wry, helpless smile.

If any audience member wanted to sing on stage, they had to snatch the microphone in advance at their table, usually starting at a hundred yuan.

“What Yangzhou Four Gentlemen? Next time, the three of us will form the Yangzhou Three Swordsmen to put them in their place,” Chu Sheng said, patting Zhou Dafu on the shoulder.

Two minutes later, a 380-millimeter shell struck the command tower of the 'United Force' battleship. Although the armor of the command tower was 356 millimeters thick, it could not withstand the armor-piercing shell.

But if the uncles and aunts found out, wouldn’t their impression of me worsen?

“What are you doing again? Fu Qishan, don’t be so greedy. I gave you a little leeway, and you’re already causing trouble!” Sheng Zhenguo frowned, pulling Fu Qishan back roughly.

Mu Yun spoke softly, then suddenly produced a silver needle and pierced a vital acupoint on Di Jiuyin.

In Zhou An’s past life, the King in his deck of playing cards represented the emperor, with different suits symbolizing Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and King David.

“Heh, what’s there to be shy about? You like hearing such flattering words, don’t you?” Shangguan Feng’er said, her tone tinged with jealousy.

“Bastard, that old scoundrel—how dare he revoke my imperial decree!” This was the outburst of an imperial traitor who had issued an order to ‘hunt the shadow of the empire,’ only to have it blocked immediately after release.

“None of your business, Li Jinye, you bastard! I don’t need you to control whether I cry or not!” Su Mianmian snapped, brushing his hand away with fierce determination.

Because she didn’t know exactly who she was meeting, and the household’s high status made her wary and fearful. She did not want to get involved in trouble.

If only she had access to modern cosmetics, she could easily transform Han Yingmei into a celestial beauty. Her makeup skills in her previous life rivaled those of professional artists.

“Xue’er, no matter why you came here, I won’t treat you badly. But I hope you’ll tell me your purpose, alright?” Bai Jingyun asked gently.