"Le! Step aside! Ji Sen, go teach them a lesson!" Li Yongle glared at Snake Brother with disgust, his voice icy.
Long Ling lay unharmed by the entrance, brows furrowed. Though weakened, there was no serious harm.
The radiant hues above and the five-colored lightning below symbolized the rules of heaven, the order of earth, and all things in existence.
Later, Commander Yu sent her south to seduce Commander Duan, and years later, she allied with the Wanxi faction against Cao Gun. The outcome is recorded in official history, so we won’t dwell on it, but Commander Yu’s scheme succeeded.
Young Master Le glanced at the two, hesitated, then pulled out his phone. Seeing Xiang Shaohua’s name on the caller ID, he signaled for silence before answering.
Liang Fei’s face darkened at this. He had assumed Ma Ruixuan had feelings for Wu La, but no—what he mistook for affection was outright disdain.
Li Jing’s arrival immediately dispelled the crisis for the Northern Army of the Holy Dragon Kingdom. Once the soldiers received the antidote, their strength gradually returned.
"I’ve already arranged for a meal. Don’t the Chinese have a tradition of discussing matters over dinner? Why don’t we follow suit?" Jie Luo suggested.
When Li Yongle saw the words "Chuan Tianjiao Spicy Hot Pot," he nearly slapped someone on the spot.
He even wondered if Bai Yu harbored some deep-seated hatred for him—why else would those eyes glare at him with such murderous intent?
"How would you know without trying?" Ye Qinglong retorted. Truthfully, the earlier clash had left him unsettled—his qi churned, his organs shaken—but he’d fared better than Zi Tianxiong, at least keeping the blood from spilling.
To the faculty of Shencheng No. 1 High School, especially homeroom teachers like Wang Hong, both Li Jinhua and Zhang Yun were untouchable goddesses—figures to be fawned over, never offended.
Chu Feng only remembered after Wu Ruirui’s remark—he was still a freshman, while she was already a sophomore. By seniority, he really was her junior.
The Immortal expert, confident he could slay Luo Ping and the others in one strike, suddenly lost track of their auras. Shock flashed across his face before his gaze erupted with killing intent.
Drunk and unrestrained, he spewed crude jokes without care, oblivious to the other patrons. Zhong Lingyu remained expressionless, ordering another bottle of liquor and a plate of peanuts.
Though Xiao Yue couldn’t guarantee victory, making him lose wouldn’t be easy either.
The onlookers tensed as the two were beaten, the military rods striking without mercy. The instigator, realizing his laughter had dragged the squad leader into this, burned with shame and dread.
The Guru People’s faces twisted in fury, but now wasn’t the time to berate these "deserters." For now, they’d let them into the base—punishment could come later.
"Didn’t Han Xin of the Han Dynasty immediately assume command of the entire army?" Li Chengqian was determined to secure this leadership role—his rise to power hinged on it.
Passing through the woods and skirting towering banyan trees, they came upon a moss-covered wall. Li Yang and Chi Yanhong followed a long, winding stone staircase, its steps weathered, until they reached a collapsed archway, its rotting wood faintly scented with incense.
"Oh, Zhu Zhu’s a proper graduate of the Central Drama Academy. Her acting’s nothing special, but her fundamentals are solid. I’ll talk to her—if you run into issues during filming, feel free to ask her." Meng Bai wore a look of earnest concern.
This served two purposes: helping the lead actor grasp the role early and ensuring the crew stayed aligned on the script’s vision, avoiding thematic drift during production.
"The matter’s settled. Anyone who dares object can rot in the Imperial Prison," Emperor Longsheng snapped.
As producer and lead writer, he could steer the plot and post-production, but on-set cinematography depended entirely on the director’s skill and style.
"Thank you, Young Master Pei." Guo Xin clasped her hands in salute. In their past life, the Pei clan had risen during the Spring and Autumn period, flourished in the Han Dynasty, and by the Wei-Jin era, the Hedong Peis rivaled the Langya Wangs in prestige—a legacy spanning two millennia. She wondered if this world’s Pei family mirrored that glory.
"Girl, those earning millions can afford risky investments—even if they lose, it’s no big deal. But with your modest savings, even if you aren’t scammed, losing it would still sting, wouldn’t it?"
Li Chengqian’s voice rang steady, his gaze unwavering, not a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
I can only write after getting home at night. I’ll do my best—no guarantees on quantity, but definitely more than five chapters.
The Cang Luochen of old had been almost miserly with words around him, her every step measured, never speaking or moving unnecessarily.
The old man collapsed to his knees before Chen Kai, kowtowing fervently between praises, his voice thick with sobs.
After the meal, her grandfather left, entrusting Shu Dan to his care. Only then did she realize the boy’s unnatural pallor was due to illness.
This act won widespread praise from netizens, proving that deep down, Chen Ya still yearned for purity.
