Chapter 159

My family is from the Yimeng Mountains—a revolutionary base, but also extremely poor. Since I was old enough to understand, I had one thought: I must leave these mountains and never return.

So I studied relentlessly, and eventually achieved my goal—I passed the exam and came to Shencai, the most prosperous city in the country. How could I possibly stay somewhere poorer than my hometown? What about my parents? They depend on me for their old-age support.

I understand this, because I’m not much different from you.

Ye Qiu said nothing; his eyes, like stars in the sky, emitted a silvery-white glow.

The method was simple, the goal clear. The first batch of soldiers performed well; many endured hellish marches and drills, and their fates changed forever.

They all raised their weapons, glaring fiercely at Zhang Qian and the others, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

He silently groaned inwardly, then found a spot shielded from direct sunlight, covered himself with cloth, and fell back into deep sleep.

“This second one might be difficult,” Zhu Bajie said hesitantly, staring at the still surface of the pond.

What he saw: Zi Han had landed atop an ancient tree; before him stood the ancient city, its gates wide open, guarded only by two sentries—but both sentries possessed the cultivation level of Void God.

These people channeled power into the formation, and immediately Chu Tian was bombarded by furious attacks. Naturally, the attacks had no effect on Chu Tian; only after the golden light vanished did they see him standing inside the formation.

Hua Wujì was still taken to his room; under Hua Mantang’s orders, four servants were assigned to attend him—an uncommon luxury for Hua Wujì.

“Forget it, little brother. You’ve drunk enough. Stay here tonight,” the Tree Emperor urged.

Gu Xing was vast; from afar, it appeared a deep blue, entirely covered by endless seas, within which numerous peaks rose from the water.

Tong Yujin suddenly beamed and said, “Thank you, Magistrate An!” Then she bowed and turned to leave.

One of the two was a dance student, the other a performance student; once on stage, they didn’t sing at all, just said they couldn’t sing well.

“Just now, Consort Zheng proposed offering her personal tribute to the frontier generals, so we are discussing this matter,” Wei Shu interrupted Wei Han’s words, smiling at Ye Qingyu.

Yan Xi and Yan Jiu leapt down, rolled on the ground, and each rolled to the opposite side of a stone pillar beside Ye Fenglin and Jason.

Tong Yujin finally sighed in relief; after the temple fair, she slept until noon the next day.

Demons evoke a sense of evil and deep sin. Most people, upon hearing “demon clan,” immediately react with fear, disgust, and avoidance—yet they forget that the demon clan and the divine clan are fundamentally the same; the former is merely fiercer, the latter gentler. Few realize: knowing a person’s face doesn’t mean knowing their heart.

She glanced sideways at Zhao Minzhi—and sure enough, saw Zhao’s face pale. Clearly, she’d said plenty of bad things about her just now; otherwise, why this reaction?

After all, giving away one fan brings different benefits than selling a batch of fans.

Xia Yufei seemed to freeze for a moment, then lowered her head slightly, pressed her lips together, and said nothing.

She struggled desperately, but Wang Jiancheng’s eyes were already red; her resistance only enraged him further.

The carriage returned to Qi Prince’s mansion; before it even stopped, a guard rushed forward to report: Qing Wei had urgent business and sought Liang Ci, and had already been waiting in the mansion for some time.

But before he’d run more than a few steps, someone shouted: “Long Live the 32nd Army!”—The Red 32nd Army was the predecessor of the Red First Front Army’s 9th Corps; after the union of the First and Fourth Front Armies, it became part of the Left Route Army, operating under the Fourth Front Army, and had come specifically to welcome the Red Sixth Army.