Chapter 115: The Young Man from the East

It was precisely for this reason that Li Xun said the court’s attitude toward Zheng Zhilong was “more cautious than utilitarian,” revealing a deep-seated wariness.

“Who are you?” Tirlandt asked, sitting on a wooden chair as he regarded the unfamiliar young man before him.

This area, true to its name, was a place piled high with discarded debris. More accurately, the floating objects here offered no sustenance whatsoever to most solid beings.

Moreover, these skeletal soldiers—whether newly summoned or restored—seemed as if imbued with some magical force, rushing madly toward the Bone Staircase before transforming into materials for its construction.

Now, as late autumn approached, the weather grew colder, the winds fiercer, and the chill heavier, making the prolonged wait physically uncomfortable.

“All right, you two may choose whichever you prefer. I will have a server accompany you,” Park Ji-Hoon said to Park Xiao-Jing after a brief survey of the surroundings.

Lin was curious about how it intended to attack the fragmented Ershi; it appeared only a card was engaged in battle, seemingly disconnected from other creatures.

“Madness? No, no! I’m not the mad one! It’s you!” Pandilia suddenly rose from the sofa, her gaze unwavering as she shouted at Xialan.

“Speaking of which, Zhao Junchen is indeed quite capable! In recent years, the Ministry of Revenue faced many difficulties, yet Zhao Junchen always managed to raise funds and find ways through crises. How could such chaos as today have arisen otherwise?”

As Li Yufei flew over Zhucheng, he noticed it was the height of revelry; even from the skies, the noise below was deafening, causing his ears to ache.

“Understood. Go back and inform the magistrate that tomorrow at noon, the commanding officer will lead his troops into the city.”

***

Furthermore, with the initial mastery of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, he could feel his demonic body gradually strengthening under the influence of the potent elixir.

The soldiers of Great Chu gripped their spears, eyes unwavering, as if ignoring the southern frontier troops entirely.

Lu Ming hovered midair, adopting an attacking stance once more, then swiftly overpowered the Storm Ape with a few precise strikes from his spear.

The Nine Heavens examination was divided into three sessions, each lasting three days, with two intervals at the Tribute Academy allowing brief respite.

Upon hearing the response, the Divine General Camp trainees inhaled deeply, their gazes turning grave as they looked toward a building inscribed with three bold characters: Mission Hall.

Lu Ming’s heart leapt with joy at the scene before him. He cautiously leapt down beside the bonfire, eager to observe its mysteries and uncover what secrets lay within its flames.

He cherished a happy family; his wife and he had been devoted from their school uniforms to wedding gowns.

“You always call me by my full name like that; people might think we’re strangers,” Nan Yue said with a smile.

“Besides, some matters have yet to be fully handed over; I still need to consult my wife,” Dai Xi continued.

Regarding the recent appearance on SBS’s Popular Song program, since it focused on solo pieces, Eun-jung had other engagements, as did others; Park Hyo-min seeking out Lee Seung-jae was somewhat surprising but not wholly unexpected.

After several days of careful observation, Wu Yan noticed swarms of black butterfly ants emerging from the soil mounds, flying in all directions. The area around the mounds was open and exposed, unsuitable for using any hypnotic grass.

***

In past history, following Meng Tian’s suicide, the Chu-Han struggle allowed the Xiongnu to reclaim this region until the Han Dynasty under Emperor Wu regained control.

Qin Tian was truly astonished at how many people the great clans dispatched for the search. Traveling the mountain path to Tianqiong Peak, he encountered numerous troops; imagining the entire Taiyu Mountain Range was overwhelming. The major families’ madness over an ancient secret realm was unparalleled.

Yet, just as they felt assured, Yang Ting suddenly flew back from nearby—not on his own accord, but propelled by Luodan striking him into the air again.

However, according to Tang Ningya, divine artifacts in mortal hands were at most considered ordinary weapons, incapable of unleashing their true power. Yet the overwhelming pressure now was as close as the terrifying might unleashed by the Blood Sacrifice Altar in the Undying Forbidden Land days ago.

This man, clad in coarse hemp cloth, had likely reached the highest realm; the more so, the less his presence could be discerned.

The Yuan family patriarch was no good man, but in the end, he took action to atone for his mistakes, albeit in a tragically fierce manner—both pitiful and admirable.

“Call me Liuyun... Long Yuxuan. My cheap master’s surname is Long; from now on, I will go by Long Yuxuan,” he said coldly, his eyes devoid of any light even as he spoke.

The corpse before them was shriveled, skin wrinkled from desiccation, muscles thin and dry, the head resembling a skull covered only by a thin layer of skin. Its eyes nearly bulged from their sockets, filled with terror as though witnessing something dreadful before death.

“It’s nothing. I just get angry thinking about He Qingping,” Bai Yi said awkwardly, glancing at Chen Qiuping, his heart a tangled mess.