139. Who Shall Be Lord of Jiangdong?

Jiangdong, Wu Commandery, the residence of the General Who Guards the South.

After Sun Ce was struck by an arrow, he sustained severe injuries. Thanks to the doctors' urgent care, he narrowly survived, but excessive blood loss caused him to fall into a deep sleep for several days.

During these days, no one—neither civil nor military officials of Jiangdong—could find peace or rest.

Sun Ce alone was tied to the future of Jiangdong and the destinies of many. Should anything happen to him, unforeseen upheavals would surely follow in Jiangdong.

Today, upon hearing that Sun Ce had awakened from his coma, everyone hurried to his side.

“Rise, Zilong. What urgent matter brings you back?” Zhuge Liang looked at the young man before him, a youth brimming with unlimited potential.

“Hahaha, the hunting grounds are indeed extraordinary; they have nurtured a primordial spiritual treasure!” A streak of light tore across the sky, appearing just beyond the valley.

The clamor of footsteps rang out—a dozen or so guards from the estate, wielding broadswords, burst through the bronze gate, encircling Ye Qingyun and his companion.

As the golden sun leapt above the horizon, Qin Meng witnessed a magnificent sight: rows upon rows of military tents sprawling before Xianyang City, arranged meticulously in perfect order like a fortress embracing the city.

With a single palm strike, he shattered the blade that had crept behind him. Gasping for breath, he focused his mind, unleashing a tremendous aura belonging to a tenth-rank Breaking Illusions cultivator that radiated from his body.

At that moment, a black spear wielded by You Ming came hurtling from behind, its aura of annihilation sweeping through the heavens and earth, following the momentum of the attackers, surging forward to pin Qin Feng down.

In the end, as Mu Feng’s sword loomed overhead, he had no choice but to wave his hands, reluctantly casting layer upon layer of shadowy fists to barely fend off Mu Feng’s relentless assault like a tidal wave.

Now, facing a fierce deity such as Chu Fengmian, none dared seize what he guarded; any who tried would be blasted to oblivion by his ferocity and dominance. His ruthless power was evident in how he single-handedly annihilated hundreds of Holy Emperors, high-ranking Holy Emperors, and even the three Supreme Elders and three World Revered Masters of the Prison Sword Sect.

Having just captured Tao Yi City from the Qin army, General Wang Ben, commander of the Qin forces attacking Wei, was present in the city. Qin Meng had come specifically to meet him.

“Old man travels the world studying, and today, passing through here, I was drawn by the charm of this teahouse. My ancestral home lies in the south of the Yangtze; it has been twenty-one years since I ventured north. Hearing of the Sui army’s invasion, I crossed the river to return home, hoping to offer what little aid I can.”

Li Qingmu’s attire was simple—a pale blue palace gown. Her hair was unbound, cascading freely over her shoulders, and from head to toe, she wore no jewelry, not even earrings.

After her tears, Li Qingmu began her house arrest life within the Phoenix Yang Palace. The confinement affected her little, barely disturbing her existence.

But he knew this was an unchangeable reality. After all, these secrets could not be taken out of the laboratory; otherwise, utter disaster would surely befall him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized something. Casting a furtive glance around to ensure no one was watching, he quietly exhaled and turned his gaze back to the two pouches clenched tightly in his hands.

Even if he survived, his cultivation would be utterly destroyed, and he would never practice martial arts again in this lifetime. She was utterly and irredeemably ruined.

Li Shang’s voice echoed through the tunnel, causing everyone to look up, though no one held much hope—after all, a corpse merely turning around hardly promised anything extraordinary.

Receiving a reply, Li Shang nodded to the stout man, and the two headed outside. Min Qian wished to follow, but Liu Yiqing gently shook her head. She knew more than Min Qian and understood their true purpose.

Once everything was settled, the two left the villa, changing into Zhang Kexin’s top-tier Land Rover Range Rover, and drove to the Jiulong Club.

Xiao Mo sneered, feeling that Yun Xiao’s smile was chilling, as if he were about to seize her Dragon Pearl.

Under Yang Lu’s threats and temptations, the island lords exchanged glances, none daring to make the final decision.