Chapter 39: The Sandbank (Part Eleven)

“Let’s put that aside for now! First, tell me what you’re doing,” Su Jinyu pressed again, not so easily fooled.

The servant, having prepared the offerings and paper money for the ritual as instructed, took the basket and headed alone toward the back hill without once pausing.

By the time Pei Cong returned to the mansion, the bedroom was shrouded in darkness; not even the silver lamp had been lit.

“That term ‘bubble’ sounds unpleasant, senior. Don’t pick up those crude words from the academy. In your world, we should call this a soulmate,” Chen Nian said seriously.

The new dean, seeing the funds in place and already harboring resentment toward Chi Miao, did not hesitate to send him away.

As the words fell, the sphere formed by the Zero Boundary tore apart the primordial demon core, dissipating completely into the world.

Such a rude and unreasonable attitude, coupled with the tone, made it seem like a personal vendetta was being aired publicly.

If they learned that the Burning Flame Valley had taken action, they would certainly intervene—and with their strength, it was far beyond what the Burning Flame Valley could bear alone.

At that moment, a servant approached with a tea tray. Boiling mountain spring water was poured into a purple clay teapot, where tea leaves had been placed in advance. The aroma of tea rose gently with the steam.

Moreover, the Snake Emperor would soon set off toward the territory of the Blue-Eyed Green Snake. It had to accompany the expedition. The strength of the demon clan generals was unrestrained by human rules; before they fully matured, the demon clan was the best place for it to feed and grow.

Afu took the carrot and bit into it, but after one bite, he sensed something was off and tried to spit it out.

After subjugating Athens, Sula reorganized the government, establishing a fourth military governor and abolishing the election system for the top ten generals.

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The order sparked widespread resentment among the people. With the grand tide of events, Li Zimu truly dared to pour oil on the fire and kill his own kin?

Yi Xin thought for a moment. “Alright, then tomorrow your third uncle will take you to apply to Columbia University.” Yi Haoran was only sixteen; a year’s delay wouldn’t matter much.

The two sat with Yi Huan at the same table while waiting for wontons. They chatted about raising supplies and organizing a group of students to send to the front lines. Yi Huan was startled and quickly said, “The front line is fighting; bullets don’t discriminate. It’s too dangerous for you to go.” They might even cause trouble for the soldiers.

After pacing a few times inside the room, someone approached the bed and placed a hand on the boy’s forehead. The touch was icy cold, like frozen ice, yet the sweat did not freeze, as if it contained a warm yang energy slowly dissipating, like the last slant of winter sunlight fading from the earth.

Seeing Fu Chen, the guards standing beside the Taoist relaxed slightly, though still wary, clearly not yet fully at ease.

Zhou Zhi already knew about his relationship with Lu Se, so Lu Cheng no longer bothered to hide it.

“Right now, the best external support is the Yue Nan army. Once Commander Jiang sends troops to attack Zero City, the Hu Dong army will have to redeploy defensively. That way, the war in Ji Province can be avoided, and the Ninth and Tenth Divisions can rush to Jin Gu or Haicheng to reinforce. This deadlock can then be resolved,” Lady Yan spoke confidently.

Princess Changxun suddenly tensed, gritting her teeth; tears she had tried to swallow back welled up instantly, but she fought hard not to cry.

“Little sister Yun Zhu, let’s sit down quickly; we’re blocking others,” Teng Kang smiled hurriedly.

“General Lin, are you really going to do this?” the man in the black suit furrowed his brow, asking with concern.

“How do you know that staying by my side guarantees peace for the rest of your life? Why not accept my offer to buy you a house in Yan City? That way, you could live freely, no longer a servant,” Feng Yufei said, somewhat perplexed by this point.

Seeing Liu Zaishi’s Jin Zhongguo was like a leopard spotting prey, swiftly pouncing. Jin Shenghan was on the defensive this time, becoming restrained, retreating all the way.

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“You’ve already taken the princess’s blood; your goal is achieved. Why don’t you leave?” Chen Xiang no longer cared if he was a prince. In her heart, anyone who hurt Feng Yufei was her enemy.

The servants began chattering excitedly about Sergey, telling Jiang Chen all they knew.

Eight talisman scrolls shot out with force, glowing points spinning in the air, forming a circle.

“That depends on whether you can help us restore the situation as completely as possible. The more information you provide, the greater the reward—between two hundred and a thousand,” Mo Yixi gauged the amount carefully, not wanting to arouse suspicion with too much money.

When she finally woke, Lin Qingqing was soaked in sweat. She wiped her face and suddenly realized she had been silently crying without knowing when.

Generally, these secluded sects, when emerging into the world, inevitably bore some arrogance. After all, they were cultivators, far stronger than ordinary people. The earlier attitudes of the Big Knife Sect and the four from Hongwu Mountain toward Qin Zihao were a prime example.

Liu Shishi clung to Cai Yi’s arm unwillingly. The preparations for Yu Zui’s case were well in hand, with funding and scripts easily managed.

Among the brothers, open and covert struggles were inevitable. Each generally knew the cards the others held. But now, being seen as aligned with the Crown Prince faction naturally caused resentment toward him.

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