Chapter 55: Words of Advice? The Generous Rewards of the Grand Competition!

“Township head?” Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

He had met the head of the Seventh Commune in Kaiyuan County once before.

At the time, however, he had merely exchanged a hurried greeting while investigating Zhou Lianshun’s case.

Recalling the bespectacled man with his warm, amiable face, Qin Feng felt that he was probably a thoroughly upright intellectual.

“Go back and eat first. Wait until the townshi—

The longer Yang Shuo remained immersed in the blood pool, the greater his gains would be. Naturally, he hoped to prolong the period during which its effects lasted.

Quite clearly, this was a military mutiny—or rather, an act of self-preservation by these abandoned black soldiers.

However tightly the imperial camp was guarded, its defenders could never search him, Empress Xiao, or Emperor Yelü. That was undoubtedly its greatest weakness.

“Young Master Yun, why must you do this?” Gu Tong urged, still unwilling to give up. In his eyes, Xiao Yun was merely a spoiled young man with some ability and talent—arrogant, contemptuous of everyone, and convinced that the whole world ought to revolve around him.

For those who walked in the shadows, knowing too much was not necessarily a good thing. The reason she had managed to survive until now was that, after suffering countless lessons and narrowly escaping death, she had finally learned—however imperfectly—where to draw the line.

Gu Xinxuan had wielded the Hundred-Battle Thunderlight Spear for more than a century and had encountered every sort of situation. By holding his ground and refusing to attack, he prevented Shi Xuan’s sword light from penetrating his defenses, at least for the moment.

Lightning leaped incessantly across the sky. Ring after ring of thunderous power encircled Thunder City at its center, as though it were a thunder beast intent on destroying the world.

The Yang family had someone spread a length of white silk across the princess’s bed. If the silk remained untouched the next day, it would be tantamount to proving that the princess had lost her chastity before marriage. In truth, Lady Yang did not doubt the princess’s virtue; she was merely using the threat to pressure the palace and force its hand, hoping to make the deed an accomplished fact. Yet given the princess’s temperament, how could she willingly allow herself to be manipulated?

Besides the Puppet Bridle Technique, Lin Gen’s supreme martial art, the Sun-Returning Imperial Art, was of equal importance.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain at the Jingmen acupoint beside his waist. It was the sign that the restriction had been forcibly broken through. In an instant, the true energy within his body began circulating through his meridians without the slightest obstruction. His body could move again, and all his martial power had returned.

After hearing the exchange between Qin Zhonghai and Xiang Tianshou, they immediately understood. Only then did they realize that the two men were using the Tower That Reached Heaven as their wager, intending to settle their victory or defeat through it.

Lin Tiansheng merely smiled indifferently and moved to raise his hand. As far as he was concerned, all he needed was a different location, and he could deal with these useless gluttons just as easily.

Those who keep company with vermilion become vermilion; those who keep company with ink become black. Once a knight devoted himself to the imperial court, his fate in this life was already decided. No matter whom he served or how lofty his mission, he remained only a blade for killing—for he possessed nothing else. He had only that one blade.

When Heaven’s Will saw the flying swords Yuantu and Abi slash through the air, it was stunned. Dao Ancestor Hongjun, by contrast, was delighted. Although he and Heaven’s Will were currently working together to suppress Candle Nine Yin, he much preferred to see Heaven’s Will injured. Then he could replace it and seize control of the Three Realms, using the power of the Boundless Calamity to transcend everything.

But had Bu Jingyun not already returned the World-Destroying Demon Body to the Divine Mother? Why, then, was he still using the Maha Infinite?

Someone running across the roof of the train had already alerted the armed police enforcing the lockdown. The young man ran ahead, while two armed officers carrying rifles began climbing onto the roof after him. Hearing the pounding footsteps behind him, Dongsheng did not look back. He simply chased the young man with all his strength.

In the glow of the setting sun, the gardener appeared to be around sixty. His face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were heavy with gloom. He glanced at Lu Yun, then lowered his head again, ignoring the question entirely.

Just as Li Yu was about to accept Huang Shuo’s wager, a handsome young master walked over—so strikingly beautiful that it provoked envy. He wore the same ocher-colored finery, yet beside him, Huang Shuo was like mud compared with the clouds.