Chapter 740: A General Falls in a Hundred Battles

Dispatching troops to Hexi to resist the Tibetan Empire—on the surface, it looks like just eight characters. In reality, the matters it involves are multifaceted, too numerous to enumerate, and its difficulty is no less than fighting a war of national annihilation.

For a regime that could still muddle along in the Central Plains for years to come, making the decision to dispatch troops to the frontier and do things that were "all effort and no reward"—it was impossible for there to be no internal debate.

As the true decision-maker of the Bianzhou court, what Fang Chongyong needed to do was not hesitate indecisively, not

Ji Yunqing, as the sect master, spoke first. Everyone here was old and gray-haired. By seniority, he had to modestly address many of the elders and hall masters as martial uncle or martial aunt—so why would he need to put on airs?

The two entered Suzhou city and went straight to the Lu family. Shopkeeper Lu asked their purpose and was quite pleased. He welcomed the two into the guest seats and treated them to fine wine and good food, then cleaned a quiet room and had someone lead the two to settle in. He even personally accompanied them on a tour of Suzhou city—truly attentive hospitality.

As time passed bit by bit, only five exam papers remained in his hands, and he finally handed them to the eunuch beside him.

A man in black crept up to Zhang Qiu's room, saw Zhang Qiu fast asleep, quietly drew near, pulled a sharp dagger from his chest, and was about to finish Zhang Qiu with a single strike.

Setting aside those who died in the Sea of Corpses on the Endless Sea, they accounted for nearly a tenth of the entire team—not an insignificant force.

Seeing Wild Rose's move, Ximen Jue immediately grinned. He saw through Wild Rose's calculation at a glance—indeed, this was their only path to survival.

In Wang's study chamber, elemental energy was already surging in the central palace, followed by the elemental energy of the purple palace, the left palace and the right palace, as well as the yin and yang palaces—all six palaces had unexpectedly fully formed.

But Xu Shu had been in the Zheng family for less than half a day, and in this short time, Zheng Wanfeng had already caused trouble twice. Showing such disrespect to Xu Shu, denying face to her own mother—this was behavior she absolutely could not tolerate. Since she had done such a thing, she would have to pay a price.

The late emperor has been gone for over ten years now... The Empress Dowager raised her eyes, her gaze toward Xu Shu complex.

Normally, this kind of sword technique could only be passed down to a heaven-chosen prodigy cultivated by the Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect itself—there was no other way to receive it. But alas, years ago the Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect fell into internal chaos. A high-ranking member of the sect, after losing a power struggle, brazenly defected and fled. The Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect naturally pursued him with full force.

Looking at how well Yan Wang now knew every troublemaker under his command, he couldn't have been any kind of soft touch in his youth either. When it came to shamelessness, this man was the grandmaster.

So far, Lin Ying's maximum load was still around two hundred. The moment she took on a weight of three hundred, she vaguely felt it was a bit strenuous, but she still completed the movements Yan Wang had instructed. The moment she set the weight down, someone—nobody knew who—whistled, and then the whole room applauded her.

It would be best to hold all the soul crystals in their hands and control the situation. If some accident happened one day, they could still search through the stones for Bai Qingqing's.

This gave the employees a reassurance. The boss didn't even bat an eye at a valuation approaching ten billion—his ambitions were truly enormous.

The other classes were better, at most just watching the spectacle. But when they reached the territory of the Monk Department, the students' whistling shook the sky, and the instructors couldn't control them at all.

A-Xing nodded, then told Ling Zifeng that she needed to step away for a moment. She followed A-Li out of the theater.

At this point, he seemed unwilling to continue on this topic. His heart still harbored the shadow of his crushing defeat at A-Xing's hands last time. Subconsciously, he didn't want to say too much in front of A-Xing.

Zhou Bingqing thought for a moment, then immediately walked to the door of each stall, pushed it open to look, and checked whether anyone was inside.

Chen Shuangjiang could only smile bitterly. This was already the fourth time. Such a great debt of gratitude—she feared that even being ground to dust would not be enough to repay.