Volume 1, Chapter 34: Princess Jiayou

"Princess, it is time for you to go in."

Ye Li sat down, her heart filled with trepidation; she could not fathom why Lady Qin had appeared so suddenly.

After Lin Yiyi had left, Xiao Zhao slowly opened her eyes, her fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly beneath her. Though she did not know what was troubling the Highness, she knew that since he was lost in contemplation, he must have hit upon something crucial, and all she needed to do was wait.

Today was an important day for Zhang Xiaoliang—tomorrow, he and Wu Doudou would undergo their bone marrow transplant surgery. Zhang Shuxin had already secured his leave, and by evening, he would head to the hospital to meet with Wu Doudou and prepare for the following day's procedure.

Furthermore, regarding the five hundred breech-loading flintlock muskets provided by the Ministry of National Defense, Zhu Xiongying, recognizing the strategic importance of the oil deposits in this region, had granted several hundred of these weapons to Zhu Hui.

Meanwhile, Sikong Chanyue, watching the battle from the shadows, could not help but let a meaningful smile touch the corners of her lips.

Feng Chen’s hawk-like eyes lingered on Gu Lanjiu for a few seconds. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he let out a rising, melodic sound from the back of his throat—a tone both indifferent and seductive.

Zhu Zhan was pleasantly surprised; he had not expected to see his nephew, Zhu Xiongying, here. It felt incredibly heart-warming.

Except for Gou Hanshi, the other two were visibly exhausted, especially Tang Sanshiliu, who abandoned his usual talkative nature, went straight to his room, collapsed onto his bed, and covered his head to sleep.

The shock caused by the electromagnetic railgun was immense. A giant bear that would have required a life-or-death struggle to defeat had been obliterated by a single shot. This dealt a massive blow to the other teams, all of whom were left stunned by the sheer power of Lin Mu’s company.

The Sixteenth Town, Marquis of Wucheng and Administrator of Changsha, Sun Jian: Combat Power 210,000. Total troop strength: 25,000.

"Someone actually stole the Wuji Pill, and from under the noses of countless experts! This person is formidable indeed! Who on earth would dare to cause such chaos in the capital of the Dongsheng Empire?" The people of the Western Regions Empire had received the news and were currently pondering the situation.

Lin Tian stood quietly to the side, observing He Shang’s techniques for preparing and cooking the ingredients. Most importantly, he watched the control of the heat during the stir-frying and the precise adjustment of the seasonings.

Lin Pingzhi requested to lead the troops to break the formation, and Pingyangzi readily agreed. Although Lin Pingzhi was a branch member of the Xia family, his talent was truly the finest among the younger generation. It was because of this potential that Xia Caijue had secretly imparted the Heavenly Secret Arts to him, allowing him to use certain methods known only to Heavenly Seers to make outsiders believe he was the one chosen by Heaven.

"They are all failed experiments; they died because they could not withstand a certain powerful consciousness!" Yi Changjian explained.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing this, Dijiang let out a cold laugh. He then transformed into a monster never seen before and swallowed Guang Chengzi in a single gulp, leaving him no chance to even detonate his own essence.

Yin Xue, however, did not come. Because of the Lobster Festival, there were still many matters at the company that required her personal attention.

As it turned out, after traveling a hundred miles, they encountered Simba. The two looked at each other and shared a bitter smile; needless to say, just as Song Tianji had predicted, everyone felt that the Insect People had been so severely crippled that they no longer posed a threat. Now, the one they truly feared was Song Tianji.

Matters had reached this point, and she was truly reluctant to drag her sect into the conflict. However, avoidance could not solve the problem; as it stood, the two great sects were locked in a stalemate that could only end in ruin.

Her hand started to rise, but she pulled it back immediately; she had forgotten that her hand was still wrapped like a mummy.

"What do you think of this time?" His voice was cold and peculiar, his face still wearing that deeply uncanny smile.