Chapter 96: The Identity of Niangmu

Liu Agong tightened his grip on the “chicken feather duster,” feeling a flicker of unease in his heart.

Seeing his demeanor, Huang Niangmu couldn’t help but say, “Can’t you act more composed? Is it really that terrifying?”

“You’re human—you don’t understand,” Liu Agong replied, utterly exasperated.

“That little girl’s flames are far too powerful—even from this distance, we feel uncomfortable.”

Huang Niangmu turned her head to look at the other middle-aged man, who had already retreated beyond the pavilion.

He too had messy hair and a scruffy beard, his eyes dull and vacant, his posture broken and defeated, like a beggar begging on the streets.

China currently has no nationwide standard rifle, which is the most troubling issue; Wang Hanzhang was powerless to change this. Cannon calibers also differ—every country has its own rifles and its own cannons.

She had intended to stand by Claudie through thick and thin, but alas, her feelings were unreciprocated; the other’s gradually closed heart left her no way to draw near.

“That’s good. Our goal isn’t to fight—we just need to find a place to lie in wait. The rest isn’t our concern,” Liu Renjing said, though he didn’t finish: he couldn’t let others know the Turks were his doing, or they’d be finished.

At the county office, he’d drunk countless cups of cheap tea, haggled endlessly with the county magistrate, yet the final outcome remained the same: wait for reinforcements—or a miracle from heaven.

“Hahaha.” Hong Chengchou was pleased with Zhang Yuan’s tact and lack of ambition. In Hong Chengchou’s eyes, your merit is yours alone, and what isn’t yours won’t be given to you. Zhang Yuan truly earned his merit—his humility shouldn’t obscure it.

Lin Xiao had just taken a sip of tea when Princess Yao Rui finished speaking; he spat it all out immediately, his face filled with disbelief.

Emotions—various emotions, intense ones he hadn’t felt in twenty years—surged through his chest one after another.

Tianba Hu looked at Wu Hao, paused, then said: “I see too many questions on you. Could you explain them?” As he spoke, his sharp, gleaming eyes locked tightly onto Wu Hao.

So buying horses in Shaanxi was no problem. At the time, a top-grade Mongolian warhorse cost only eight taels of silver, a mid-grade one seven taels, and a low-grade one six taels, while a civilian horse was valued at twenty-four taels.

Only after Honglian drew her number did Sui Feng follow her back to the area where Class One was stationed.

Alchemist—Lan Ningyi thought of this and immediately rejoiced. How vital an alchemist was to Yunhe Sect, Wang Feng and Lan Ningyi both knew. If Yunhe Sect had even one alchemist stationed now…

Because ordinary cultivators, after leaving the Fire-Scorching Pool, need at least three to five days of cultivation to stabilize their enhanced power.

Lin Xinxin didn’t know Lin Xi’s plans, but she was glad that the next morning, Chen Zian had completely stopped mentioning helping her with work.

To be honest, Mingyue Daye’s appearance was truly pitiful—besides his smudged cat-face, his hairpin was crooked, his robes disheveled. Those who knew he was the Demon King’s heir were fine; those who didn’t thought he’d escaped from some refugee slum.

Fu Liuyin felt a faint unease. After barely enduring the morning, she pulled Zhao Xiao toward the dormitory.

Fang Fang stared enviously—the jewelry and fabrics looked high-quality; she only had velvet flowers and two silver hairpins. She thought of borrowing a few pieces from her cousin for a few days—but would her cousin agree?

Wan Yuning reached out and clasped Fang Sheng’s arm; Jiang Yuanzhou was utterly unreliable—she had no one to rely on but Fang Sheng.

I’m sorry for making you wait so long for updates. Just give me a little more time—I’ll sort out the remaining matters and my emotions, then updates will return to normal.