Chapter 955

Now, officials across the land all hope Xu Chengchu remains unharmed, wishes for his swift recovery, and urges him to conclude the case promptly.

Execute those who deserve beheading, confiscate the properties of those who merit it, exile those who warrant it—finish the Grand Canal corruption case swiftly, return to the capital to report, and leave behind a noble name in history: a minister who sacrificed his life to serve a wise and enlightened emperor.

Stop this nonsense—it’s gone far enough.

Xu Chengchu was attacked; the emperor dispatched the Capital Garrison. If Xu Chengchu dies in Wuchang Prefecture, what will the emperor do?

She always felt this child had given too much; whenever the child faced injustice from this world, he never reacted—and that made Yan Qingzhi begin to feel guilty.

The most dejected were those from Liusui City—they knew Liu Tian’s sword strike had once defeated his own father, so how could he now lose to Mo Fan, a Realm-Formation cultivator?

Puff! A streak of blood sprayed open; under this slicing technique, countless cultivators were sliced in half, then shredded into fragments.

Ning Bi was startled, fearing the man might lash out at him in rage, so he hurried forward, patting his shoulder, trying to soothe his furious mood.

Mo Fan swiftly devoured the food—crude and unrefined, nothing fancy—but he ate with great delight.

“So beautiful!” Lu Lele stared with a dazed, lustful gaze at the mural, stepping forward involuntarily.

Gu Changjian ultimately did not seek additional allies—he knew that even if he tried, he would find none.

Again and again, she pushed him away—no one knew how reluctant Ning Bi was to let him go.

Having slain Chu Tianqing, the immortal and peerless of the Tai Chu Clan, he slowly turned his gaze toward his next target.

Qi Kaishang and Nian charged at Min Xifeng without hesitation; only Zan Jinchen hesitated for a moment.

Shi Tian’s heart turned cold—he suddenly realized his life was a borrowed one; the greatest danger he’d faced today was not the Lin family’s pursuit, but encountering a beast of at least fourth-rank.

Those present, upon seeing the black-armored warriors on the Heavenly Ladder and the corpses, instantly understood what had happened.

Fueled by this desperate will to survive, Yu Jin walked to the control panel, mimicking the elders’ motions—he gripped the handle and strained to shift the cannon’s aim.

The corridor in the courtyard was paved with Qin bricks—each brick thirty-seven centimeters long and wide, about ten centimeters thick; such bricks were typically used for paving the tops of city walls.

These words warmed Xu Feng’s heart—it was the first time Xu Yong acknowledged him as his son.

Having lost the sports arena, Lin Rui decided not to interfere further; leaving it under the Hehuan Sect’s control was better than letting another faction seize it.

The other replied coldly, “Do as you please.” With that, the gothic loli tossed her zanpakuto aside and leapt gracefully to Lin Ming’s side.

But—shouldn’t this be the login screen? And why are all the items in the purchase interface grayed out?

Under a clear moon and sparse stars, in Huaiyin Commandery, at the residence of the Valiant General, Xu Qing—a broad-shouldered, muscular man—sat upright in the main hall, flanked by his trusted advisors.

“Of course,” Yingdige affirmed. “Clones haven’t been trained. Though they won’t reject the body, their strength is far weaker than the original’s.”

Zhao Ji deeply understood: his faction had been utterly purged by Zhao Huan. After the Zhang Bangchang incident, even if Zhao Huan died, he posed no threat whatsoever.

Wang Yongjia was confused—he had no idea what Li Kuan and Wang Fu were talking about, or why he was being told to thank them.

Before today, Li Kuan’s family’s favor was no mere words; among all, Li Shimin’s affection for them surpassed even that shown to the most beloved princes—the Wei Prince and the Chu Prince alike fell short, let alone others.