Volume One, Chapter 42: The Emperor Personally Promotes Cloud Brocade!

However, this time he did not manage to produce a soul crystal; he only ended up with a “Beast’s Soul Crystal Fragment,” which could be used as a material, but could not directly enhance weapons or equipment.

Li Weijian responded with a smile, though he thought to himself that with Jia Rong having been thrashed twice and Jia Qiang once, the score was settled.

A sudden chill gripped Zenas’s heart. He abruptly clutched his head, as though his mind had been struck by a heavy hammer. In the next instant, he lost consciousness.

It is also said: The wonders produced by mountains and seas, the precious goods from foreign lands, and the merchants traveling back and forth from all directions over thousands of miles, all gather here shoulder to shoulder.

“All right, thank you, Third Uncle. For everything last night and today, thank you.” She turned her face slightly as she spoke.

She remembered clearly that she had just been squatting near the parking lot, but now she was in Jiang Ruizhe’s house? It sounded like a place she absolutely did not want to stay.

After collecting the silver notes, Embroidered Orange said nothing more, turned on her heel, and headed inside, leaving Li Weijian and Yingchun looking at each other in silence.

An injured mountain sparrow that cannot fly has no right to claim its chicks, nor can it even speak; who would bother with such a thing?

This time, Ma Xiaofeng’s Grand Array of a Hundred Ghosts was constructed on such a grand scale that with someone like Zhong Shuai’s temperament, he was bound to sense something.

Grindelwald had intended to tell Neville about this matter, but had not expected the other to bring it up himself at this very moment.

Meanwhile, shortly after the Xiongnu retreated, Wei Wuji in the general’s office officially received the military report—Xiongnu cavalry had appeared by the Great Wall.

In that moment, she was entranced, for though it tasted rather like an unripe fruit—slightly bitter—if she savored it carefully, she found it was actually quite delicious.

Though Second Master Li appeared aged, any true martial artist could sense the dangerous aura radiating from his body.

Wei Wuji swaggered to his seat and promptly closed his eyes to rest. Although most had never met him, they could guess his identity and so did not speak further.

Not far away, Deidara’s right hand was buried in the pouch of clay at his waist, the strange tongue and teeth in his palm still chewing on the last piece of explosive clay.

Unless absolutely necessary, she was extremely reluctant to resort to that move—the Blazing Sword.

Though Luoye did not understand, Zhang Yifan knew what he meant: Liu Wei and Sakura Petals Falling’s skills were lagging as their levels rose, but as long as they didn’t face experts, they could still dominate ordinary opponents.

Wei Wuji had never feared battle; the hundreds of thousands of troops in Wei were his confidence.

The true heroes remained behind the scenes: Qiu Wen, Shen Tingting, Shen Yaqing, Qian Weiguo, Zhang Kui, and Gao Qiang all vanished from sight.

Yet everyone present knew that only when the colored bubbles touched a person would the grenades inside detonate; otherwise, if the bubbles missed their mark, the grenades would simply fizzle out.

“In fact, I think it’s a good idea,” a new voice suddenly joined the three-person secret discussion. Everyone turned to see An Hao appear and echo the sentiment.

Still, You Hai’s repeated denials were futile—once others misunderstood, the misunderstanding stuck, and no one would let him explain so much.

This season was already over two months later than usual, so the remaining schedule was extremely short. Rookies had no time to blend into their teams, and those who had made trades had no time to adjust to one another.

He was secretly astonished—could this remarkable stranger who might become a sage already wield such powerful intelligence-gathering means in Jiankang?

When Teacher An Zhe, who had not posted in a long time, suddenly updated his status, countless fans were astonished, and replies and shares surged.

“It’s not impossible, but…” Lanlos glanced at the unmade bed.

“Darkhan, if there’s anything you want, just say the word.” The Sun King’s gentle smile remained as if nothing had just happened—perhaps he was trying to soothe the other, for he handed the initiative to him completely.

This time there were nineteen more models than before; with every additional one, his concentration was stretched thinner. With twenty more, it was becoming extremely difficult to maintain control.

From the start, Qin Yang had no intention of attacking aggressively; scoring seventy points in a game might sound like enough to boast for a lifetime.

Both sides knew well that the Cloud-Piercing Army’s victory lay in the Junzi Banner’s tactics, the fearlessness of the new soldiers from Xiangyang, and above all, in that youth’s single sword stroke—the blow that changed the course of the battle.

Su Ke sat beside them, listening to the discussion. She felt that the frail old man, whose life seemed to be slipping away, was clearly beloved by the people. If a leader could achieve this, it would indeed be something to take pride in.

Shu Nian was somewhat dazed, remembering how Ye Yan had said on the phone, “Your future husband will take care of you and your family.” Her heart trembled again and again, and as she gazed at Ye Yan, her eyes unconsciously softened.

Had anyone else spoken to him that way, Fan Lijian would have cursed them out and told them to get lost, but he did not dare—his counterpart’s rank was simply too high.