Chapter 899: Exorcising Malevolence

In the study of Gu Shouyan, head of the Gu family.

Gu Shouyan sat like a mountain, his brows tightly furrowed.

Gu An and Gu Quan bowed their heads, hands clasped:

"... The Dao Ting Si carried out a mission, surrounding a Mo Sect outpost in the wastelands three hundred li west of third-grade Ma Ling City, but fell into an ambush..."

"Fortunately, the Young Master was cautious, had prepared meticulously beforehand, and led from the front during battle, jointly suppressing the Jin Dan demon cultivator with Xia Diansi, thus stabilizing the situation."

Feeling the warm, familiar embrace in her dream, Mi Lan instinctively nuzzled closer, found the most comfortable position, and sank into quiet sleep, a sweet smile curling at her lips.

Seeing the Red Army standing ready on Jianziling, the Central Army did not launch an immediate attack, for they knew this was the gateway to Jianghua County—the Red Army would surely station heavy forces to defend it, and could never be allowed to seize it so easily; they knew it would take great effort to take it.

Clearly, this was due to the opening situation of the match—entirely different from what they had envisioned before it began.

Perhaps heaven heard her plea: Zhao Ni survived the grueling month and heard the news of Li Yu's triumphant return; she burst into tears of joy. Zhao Ni did not care whether her beloved man was a hero of Zhao State—she only wished to live safely beside him, day after day.

A single strike forced everyone to retreat, revealing the ferocity of Zhu Jiuyin—this was all earned through Zhu Jiuyin's relentless aggression, which is precisely why Zhu Jiuyin exerted such overwhelming pressure.

The snowfall was heavy; after only a short while of talking, both were covered in snow, like snowmen. Mielie shook off the snow chunks, draped his arm over Lu Yun's shoulder, and left.

Because aircraft carriers, like nuclear weapons, are primarily deterrent weapons—they may never be used in a lifetime, and even if used, may not prove highly effective—but they must exist; only then will other nations respect you, acknowledge your naval strength, and recognize you as a maritime great power.

Poor Zhe Er Dan, though cunning and calculating, mistook foolishness for malice; the result was self-induced chaos, leaving him trapped in utter desperation.

Li Kuafu could not be certain whether his feeling was reliable, but he still had great confidence in this intuition of his.

Thus, a problem that left Zhang Wen utterly perplexed now lay before him—whether to continue the campaign or to withdraw his troops.

As one of the eight administrative stars, if the port relied solely on docking fees to survive, the planet's decline could not be far off.

Aircraft were far more powerful than that—each one, like a hen laying eggs, dropped death; under open-field combat conditions, the Northern Song army could hardly resist them, and even in city defense, these would inflict massive casualties upon the Northern Song.

Renzong himself had considered where Han Qi would go if he resigned—there were many fine posts in the northern prefectures, as well as in Henan; even Renzong waited, planning to recall Han Qi after the storm had passed.

Only pirates within a three-hundred-kilometer radius centered on Sumanda Island knew what these outsiders had done.

With no weapon, only a simple straight punch, Ben Shanglai Hao barely had time to raise his arm to block—then came a grating "crack!"—his arm was broken, yet the big man's fist still smashed through it, striking his chest with full force.

Old Chen did not answer, frantically yanking everything from the living room and bedroom down, then sighed deeply.

The ruffians of Bianliang were the most pragmatic—if they weren't, they couldn't have survived in Bianliang at all; Bianliang wasn't just filled with the constables of Kaifeng Prefecture, but also with high-ranking officials and noble scions—offending any one of them carried dire consequences.