Chapter 294: Mother and Daughter

The power didn't seem particularly great, but Ye Xuan had a feeling that if he were truly struck by this yin wind, he certainly wouldn't remain so unscathed—it seemed to carry an ability to devour the heart and gnaw at the bones.

"The remaining city guards can still control the situation; I'll keep an eye on the feudal lords' officials. If anyone moves a finger, they'll be executed without mercy—absolutely no leniency." Yang Xin's expression was gentle, her touch soft, yet her words sent a chill down the spine.

There came two sharp "clack" sounds as the donkey cart's wheels rolled over the threshold; a large man sat on the driver's seat, whip in hand, the curtain of the cart hanging low, concealing whatever lay within.

"Has the prey emerged yet?" Not wanting Zhu Zi to know too much about his humiliating ordeal inside, Xu Zuoyan asked.

When Ye Feng heard that voice, he recognized it immediately—it was the voice of Hou Tu Granny. He frowned slightly, a wave of annoyance rising in him: "Treasures of heaven and earth belong to those destined for them"—how could anyone be so desperate, so shamelessly persistent?

This was once the territory of Cangyan State, but now it had become the domain ruled by Lichong Palace.

Just then, a lightning bolt—vastly larger than any before—suddenly streaked from the horizon and struck a shabby, unremarkable temple outside Yangzhou City.

Even without speaking or chatting, simply watching the girl's every frown and smile could make one's mood utterly different.

Theoretically, Prince Yan hoped Goguryeo would be destroyed the next day, but he had to prepare for a prolonged war. And preparation—no matter how long it took, it was never too much.

Hearing this, Shan Bao's gaze flickered with a cold, sharp light as he turned to Luo Ji and asked in a chilling tone.

Hmph, the Lu family father and son probably guessed he didn't have much money—they piled snow on top of snow last time, and now they're trying to pull the rug out from under him, one trick after another.

Wang Ximeng had to admit his teacher's talent—he might not be a qualified teacher, nor a qualified emperor.

Just as he reached the ticket office entrance, Li Yaoyang heard voices arguing and instinctively quickened his steps to investigate.

After eating dinner with the blind old man, Li Yaoyang strolled toward the alley's mouth, toothpick between his lips—he didn't believe the Death God would invite him to dinner; better to fill his belly first.

He looked nervous, occasionally licking his dry lips, a sight that made Li Yaoyang want to laugh.

Zhang Tude immediately recognized Li Peng—he held a lantern, staring at Zhang Tude with confusion, but then, upon seeing the yellow liquid on the ground, he jumped back in shock.

"His mental resilience is terrible—he passed out without even being touched?" Fatboy complained.

This was one of Baisha Ju's top-ranked restaurants, where each signature dish cost as much as an average worker's salary for two or three months.

Kishin: First-generation Cauldron Shadow! I just thought of a certain World's Cauldron—is it the same kind of existence?

Weakness Insight: Normal damage dealt by your troops against barbarians and other neutral units increased by 9%.

Lin Fanxing's killing intent and accusation made Lin Cheng uneasy; he quickly put on a helpless, affectionate fatherly expression.

The Three Immortal Isles are only responsible for the lowest-tier chaotic beasts—those with physical forms, not exceeding the Heavenly Immortal rank.

After appearing, the Golden Crow flew upward along the lava; Wang Daoyuan and Zhou Luan hurriedly followed behind.

The Star-Shattering Divine Lord still hadn't moved, but a blade of light descended from the sky, repelling the bone puppet.

Zi Mei had just placed Xiao Zhu on the bed when she suddenly cried inwardly in alarm—she had taken on Yu Sheng's form and temporarily resided in Pingyang's mansion, feigning rest to slip away quietly, but had stuck a Sound-Tracking Talisman beneath the bed; now that movement had occurred, it meant Pingyang had arrived.

The newcomer's voice was like pearls pattering on jade plates; Yu Pei felt as if the faint sliver of sunlight he'd barely glimpsed in the emerald bamboo grove had been completely blocked by this person.

As for the king's issue, Sanlang explained it clearly—By said it was fine; after all, he'd never sat on the throne before, so just maintain good relations with the King's Alliance.

Based on the strength of Zhou Luan's Tribulation when she formed her Golden Core, these things could easily handle nine rounds of Golden Core Tribulation.

Seeing Mei Wan refused to speak, Yu Pei didn't press further—there were countless branches of the Demon Clan; perhaps this delicate-looking Mei Wan was actually a ferocious demon beast in disguise?

Now that he thought back on it, the old tailor realized he'd been reckless back then—he'd moved his entire household to Hushi without even asking any questions.

The soldiers beside him surged forward, binding Zhang Xingcai tightly and dragging her before Yang Ling.

Thus, Marshall seemed to pay more attention to Tong's hand, unintentionally loosening his grip on Chun's.

Cao's troops searched everywhere inside, yet didn't disturb a single bird or beast—it was truly strange.

The illusory long table had vanished; only a silver-white contract floated in the air, scattering faint, starlike glimmers.

"Father, from now on, if you have anything to say, say it directly to me—don't go through Sister-in-Law," Qi Yanling said coolly.

Since the first time he refused to comply with the other's wishes, this time he certainly wouldn't either.

How could this ordinary life possibly deserve such deep devotion from one heart? Leaning into that warm embrace, countless emotions welled within him; tears spilled uncontrollably, soaking Jin Jingxuan's robe.

Without a powerful navy as backing, anyone who dared cross the river would have their retreat cut off by the Jiangdong Water Army.

Soon, footsteps sounded outside the room—he realized Li's guards had arrived to rescue him, so he didn't linger, immediately leaving Li Jinshan's bedroom, exiting the door, and climbing out the same way he'd entered.

Liu Tian grew anxious, for Han Yan's aura was growing increasingly faint. Otherwise, though it was still early morning and visibility wasn't clear, Liu Tian could still faintly make out the green tomb beyond the bamboo grove.

But now, not only had all the stalls vanished, but countless people were hidden here.

As the round stone drew closer to the stone mountain, ripples like water waves appeared on the mountain's surface, gradually spreading outward.