Chapter 127: The Charge

Wade sped through the heavy snow, riding his sled, when he spotted flames flickering ahead. Fires had ignited on the snowy mountain, sending thick black smoke billowing into the sky. It seemed as though the entire ratmen’s cave system had been set ablaze. On this barren, treeless mountain, the only source of fire was within the caves themselves.

From afar, he could make out the silhouettes of figures standing beneath the flames. The dragonborn led a group, all gathered where the firelight reached, deliberately avoiding the shadows.

A dozen or so black insects swarmed nearby.

Her fierce battle record was notorious; even he had been kicked out of bed by her once—though she would never admit it afterward, no matter what.

Laughter echoed faintly in the distance, fueling Wu Hai’s growing irritation until he could no longer contain himself. With his hands clasped behind his back, he strolled over leisurely.

Whether in her past life or this one, her obsession with agriculture and relentless spirit of inquiry remained unchanged. She had worked diligently, amassing rich experience in sericulture.

Chu Nan was like a blazing fireball crashing into an invisible wall of rules. To everyone’s surprise, he managed to melt a large hole in that barrier, slipping through it in a flash.

The thought of savoring her favorite fragrant dishes in the dead of winter kept her tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

As long as Carol was in his hands, Zhao Yuanshuo dared not entertain any wild ideas in his heart.

Hearing this, Fang Lin felt the genuine warmth of Long Xiao’s care. Nestling happily in his embrace, she seemed on the verge of drifting off to sleep.

“If you’re polite to me, you’ll end up at a disadvantage,” said Flower Leopard, suddenly launching a flying kick—an unexpected strike, catching his opponent off guard, a tactic typical of street brawlers.

Qin Zongyan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “His life or death is of no concern to me.” Years ago, he had entrusted the decision over Qin Shao’s fate to his son.

With her sweet appearance and innocent tone, Cheng Nandie easily won others’ favor—unless they harbored suspicions against him.

The dazzling light was so blinding it made people squint, like lightning streaking right before their eyes.

Xinfang quickly fetched a tall chair. Youning lifted the hem of her garment, settled onto the chair, and crossed her legs with ease.

“Thank you, sir!” Ling Yuntian said joyfully. Then, bowing in apology, he took his leave promptly. Meanwhile, Chen Yutian, guided by the chief clerk Tang Jing, proceeded to the main hall.

Curious, Chu Yu listened intently, puzzled by what Lu Jianyu meant—after all, he had only drunk a jar of medicinal wine. What harm could come of that?

At the same time, both nations felt a heavy burden, urgently discussing strategies to eliminate the pirate band.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, the sleeper on the bed blinked their eyes open.

Why were all those immortal cultivators described as dwelling deep within ancient mountains and renowned peaks? Because those places were rich in spiritual energy, quiet and undisturbed, allowing one to focus. On the southern mountain, the Gathering Spirit Formation barely met these two essential conditions.

“How do you feel about it?” Ling Feifei asked, seeing his expression was nearly certain but hesitating slightly. The matter was no doubt complicated—after all, colluding with foreign tribes was a grave crime. She had no misjudgment about Xiao Chuli; his nature was kind-hearted. Only tonight did she dare confront him so boldly.

Due to Chu Xiantian’s abundant talents, his current combat power was enough to easily slay even a sperm whale-sized opponent.

That momentary pause lasted less than a tenth of a blink, yet within that brief instant, everyone’s vision momentarily blurred.

Situ Zhen and Fu Jingzong exchanged a glance, surprised. They had expected the emperor to insist on war, meaning they would have to argue strenuously to persuade him to cease hostilities. Yet unexpectedly, the emperor agreed to peace talks—and what was more, entrusted them with the mission. Where could they find suitable envoys for such a delicate task?

No wonder those two male Vermilion Birds fought desperately to claim the female Vermilion Bird for themselves.