Chapter 21

Li Zhuoguang shook his head; the people here were accustomed to fighting other Nen users, and many of their strategies stemmed from judging others by their own standards.

Yuan Yi could only drag his exhausted body, forcibly lifting the middle-aged man before him and once again beginning the process of healing his blood vessels.

Yet gradually, two hearts beat fiercely, as if about to burst out, their rhythm echoing within the sleeping chamber.

He had already abandoned the mission he came to this era for—throwing himself into Zhang Linlin’s arms at the outset meant there was no way to continue. In his own time, this would not have been an issue. But in this era, it certainly was. So, he planned to endure ten days here and then try again.

Stepping over the remnants of the stone gate, he discovered another identical stone gate barring the way less than ten meters ahead.

井田井龙 felt a strange sense of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, but still had to suppress the urge for a heart-to-heart conversation.

Luo Qingqing nodded, lifting the carriage curtain to gaze outside. Everywhere she saw porridge stalls that seemed to have closed because the weather had cleared today. Many commoners sat or lay by the roadside—their cotton coats had long since lost their stuffing, and on closer inspection, some “cotton” was merely grass boiled in water.

The sudden scene caught everyone off guard—neither Hong Chenxue nor the Life Trainees could react in time.

Seeing Li Zhuoguang act so brazenly, Leorio wanted to rush out to stop him. But Kurapika, hearing mention of the Demon Fox, held him back, eyeing the injured man with suspicion.

Han Yanjun wanted to persuade further, but Luo Yujie waved him away, so Han Yanjun could only withdraw.

The Sixth Heaven was a truly wondrous world, composed of a vast Ascension Academy and countless secret realms.

When pursuing cavalry, both rider and target were on horseback, so the sabre had to be extended straight out. But when chasing infantry—who were lower than mounted soldiers—the strike had to be angled downward, allowing the sharp blade to slash perfectly across the enemy’s neck.

“Can’t you use your brain?” Seeing Chu Yu’s expression, Old Yue immediately knew what he was thinking and scolded him with a laugh.

The fake auspicious sign was orchestrated by Shangguan Yu, the assassin by Bai Yin. As a Son of Heaven who ascended the throne at eight, eradicated Aobai at sixteen, quelled the Three Feudatories, pacified the southern border, and fought the Russians, how could he not see through it all?

First, news arrived that both the magistrate and deputy magistrate of Gu’an had been killed by Manchu spies, so the Laizhou adjutant took over the yamen. When the White Pole Troops arrived, the Laizhou commander, General Wang, promptly handed the yamen over to Qin Liangyu.

In the 1940s, during World War II, special operations theory was just maturing among major military powers. How would a rustic like Li Yunlong know what special forces were?

“That’s true. Ever since Consort Yu became pregnant, I haven’t checked in. Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty,” Wang Cen replied.

Once he left, Lady Tongjia realized it was the Empress Dowager’s nap time and returned to her own palace.

Everyone knew that while the Young Lord was the Emperor’s chosen heir, the entire Demon Palace was well aware that the Empress was the one who truly held the Emperor’s favor. Her influence was unmatched.

“No need. We’ll know tomorrow,” Chang Zijun smiled gently, continuing forward.

Although the two fought evenly, Zhao Hong was ultimately defeated by An Bingguo. The crowd from Bangguo erupted in cheers, as if they had already secured victory.

A leading Mercedes circled back, stopping beside the three. A young man with dark red hair, earrings, and tattoos stepped out.

After all, at critical moments, Elder Shi Songyan would only protect Lin Man’er and Lin Miao’er, never caring about his fate.

Prepared for abuse, Xiang Yun was stunned by the sight before him. What was this? Could the Ink Qilin actually be a drunkard?

“There truly is a delicate fragrance—I can smell it. Nuo’er, how did you think of this? You are truly remarkable, the finest artisan and a deadly painter,” the Empress said, unable to hide her admiration for Xu Nuo’er.

“Are you really alright?” Yang Xueying asked with concern. Even now, she couldn’t believe her eyes, thinking it all an illusion.

He hadn't come up to talk about the balance, but shouted it from afar—a sign of cleverness.

Shen Lingyu was shocked, then suddenly realized that the person currently fighting the four men in black looked exceedingly familiar.

“Big Brother went to fetch the midwife. Mother is inside with Sister-in-law. Father, you should go rest!” Su Wan’nian said, knocking lightly on the door as she spoke.

It seemed that Helian Ye’s mastery of swordsmanship surpassed even Zhao Wuji’s. Though merely Zhao Wuji’s guess, it was enough to prove Helian Ye’s extraordinary talent.

If no response was made, “Yunshang” would forever be seen as an easy target.

Their bodies lay in a tangled heap, all lifeless. At the base of the tower of corpses, a river of blood two meters wide snaked its way, flowing over twenty meters away.

Zhou Xun shouted loudly, waving a sleeve as well—every stone falling their way vanished in midair.