Chapter 70: Deep Palace Under the Moon, the Noble Lady

The assassin said nothing but drew the long sword at his waist, its tip pointing directly at Yun Meng Feixiang.

Tian Maoping was utterly astonished—how had Li Qing's attitude undergone a complete 180-degree turn? Who had played a pivotal role in this matter, causing the entire "Gate" to treat him, a mole, with such leniency? He simply couldn't make sense of it.

Outside, everyone erupted in a flurry of noise, all talking at once—no one expected these necromancers to be so brazen, to show such utter contempt even for the Heavenly Gods.

The Xiliang army launched a surprise attack, expecting at least scattered resistance—but to their utter shock, the Gan army's main gate stood wide open, the ramparts devoid of soldiers, no heads showing, no arrows fired; the vast camp seemed utterly empty.

Listening to Falude's laughter made me deeply uncomfortable; anger flared in my chest. I didn't flee—I turned around and unleashed the divine incantation I'd just prepared—Great Divine Buddha Hand! My hand stretched endlessly—BOOM—one crash as my hand collided with the flying mountain, yet the mountain kept pressing down with relentless force.

By the time we arrived at Tong Jing School, it was already past four in the afternoon—most of the time had been spent on the road. It was infuriating. But the entrance to Tong Jing School was bustling; students arriving for registration packed the gate so tightly it was like a marketplace.

I knew Ouyang was just speaking offhand—he didn't know Qin You was an orphan; he'd always assumed Qin You was my biological brother. I'd assumed the same. I didn't place much value on blood ties—I valued emotion. If someone went all out for me, I'd take them as family.

Wan Xiu was now an untouchable wound in Lin Jianlan's heart. Even though he rationally told himself her leaving her parents and family had little to do with him, the pain still lingered deep within, a faint ache—because of Lu Man's words, he still clung to a sliver of hope that Wan Xiu might still be alive.

Originally, Yue Hun and the others had walked separate paths, ignoring each other and thus coexisting peacefully—but when Yue Hun and his two companions drew near, the two men named Ha Kun and Cheng Za blocked their path.

The guest chuckled, "The inner courtyards of Wang Fu are labyrinthine—even guests staying a month often get lost. If you wander into the wrong place, both host and guest would be embarrassed, and I couldn't bear the blame. Let me guide you." Without allowing Lin Jianlan to object further, he strode forward, lantern in hand.

The next day, the Grand Priest remained unconscious; Jiang Yi had no choice but to stay put. After all, he was the one who'd created this mess—he had to help clean it up, no matter what.

The moment Tian Xing retracted his Shadow Concealment technique, he was startled to see a gray-brown, shaggy ghostly hand suddenly bursting from the ground before him, moving back and forth at the very tip of his nose, as if sensing the faint trace of alien life.

"General, watch your words," Zhou Tai thought the same—but privately speaking with Han Dang, he had also deeply despised Lu Xun. To say it so openly, however, was an act of disrespect; he hurriedly tried to calm Gan Ning down.

Zhao Shu froze—he'd heard of Deng Zhi's name, but why here? Guo Huai quickly explained nearby; only then did I realize Zhao Yun's vanguard force was commanded by Deng Zhi as military advisor. It seemed fate had its own design: though Zhao Shu had desperately tried to alter history, many things still unfolded as before—Zhao Yun and Deng Zhi remained partners.

Bai Li Qingyun held a shield in one hand and swung his spear, infused with martial energy, to sweep aside the dense rain of arrows ahead, truly leading the defensive shield formation as it shielded Xiao Yumiao and Qin Xuanye in their advance.

So that one day, when she found her family and her beloved, she would have sufficient strength to protect them.

A man stood before them, clad in a pale red long robe, his pale silver hair tied high, his frame powerfully built, his features refined yet elegant, his aura overwhelmingly dominant.

The commander's hand suddenly stopped, resting on his wound, fingers curling, pressing hard—seeming as if he admired the man's action, but only Mo Xiuyuan knew the immense force he applied to make the wound throb with excruciating pain.

It was indeed because my actions in Fengdu Mountain had been too extreme that he took notice—if so, then I was already being watched; any future moves would be far more difficult.

Mu Yun refocused his gaze on the Purple Cloud Eagle because of that voice—but he saw the eagle had drawn even closer. Only when Danqing Luo, Mo Yunchen, and Xi Shuang appeared beside him did he realize it.

Two snake eyes, as large as carriage lamps, fixed on him; a tongue as thick as an infant's leg writhed in and out beside its gaping maw.

Qi Yuan blinked in surprise, then finally gave a slight nod, yielding to Ye Haochuan's apologetic and hopeful gaze.

Judging by the battle's results, the Liangzhe army was unquestionably the victor—but from the broader strategic perspective, Qian Liu's primary objective had not been achieved: the siege of Hangzhou remained unbroken. Thus, the Liangzhe army could be said to have lost without being defeated.

The sword qi shattered their energy walls and force shields, shattered their purple-gold armor, and slammed violently into their chests and abdomens.

Leng Rufeng and his attendants brought some wool blankets to the Tuoba tribe, initially using the sale of blankets as an excuse, gradually seeking opportunities to approach the Tuoba Khan's residence.

A warm current surged straight to his brain; wherever it flowed, spring bloomed and flowers opened—exceedingly pleasant, his spirit instantly revived.

Since high school, Sha Dutian had always left Zhao Ruozhi with the impression of being steady and mature; though he often acted carefree, whenever it mattered most, Sha Dutian always stepped forward, like a towering, unshakable pillar.

Then again, An Zi had his own silent grievance—this guy was just too kind-hearted; according to Er Dan's report, the direction they were currently heading was Yunjin Palace.