Chapter 742

Xiao Yu spurred her horse back a few steps, stopping beside the Old Ancestor of the Snowy Mountains, her face filled with confusion, though she lowered her voice and stopped shouting.

"A mere squad leader from the opposing Qin army dared to insult the Old Ancestor—shouldn't we have shouted him down?"

"Even if the Old Ancestor wished to curse him in return, it should have been the disciple's place to step forward—why did you order me to stand down?"

"You don't understand—this is psychological warfare on the battlefield! I am the commander, and I am the one initiating the psychological strike; the enemy's commander, Meng Yi, sent a lowly squad leader—"

In a riverside tavern in Ziyang County, Ji Ruohua sat at a window seat on the second floor; inside, the tavern buzzed with noise, servants shouting as they carried platters of delicacies to each guest's table.

But his true qi was still weak, and the sudden jump, triggered by the shock, made golden stars flash before his eyes—he nearly collapsed.

Bo Yanhe clearly remembered she had been staying in the courtyard, yet somehow, upon waking, she found herself in the forest, surrounded by things she could hardly accept.

During this time, Old Nine directly sealed off the maritime borders of the Free and Easy Empire, cutting off all external contact except through the Northern and Southern Boundary Rivers, which became the sole gateway for outside Wanglai. Control over the Northern and Southern Boundary River regions was fully entrusted to the Qilin Trading City.

"Makeup? How do you even do that? We don't have any tools for makeup," Pu Xiao asked.

Here, Nan He realized that if he continued explaining in this manner, he'd exhaust himself, so he briefly and roughly recounted the entire matter to them.

As Li Ran neared the large cauldron, all four felt a sense of shared dread—especially Xu Mengkong, who wanted to rush forward to help but was immobilized by the binding.

Zhu Yan thought for a moment, opened the car door, and stepped inside. She disliked troubling others—whether taking a taxi or the subway, she preferred this "dedicated driver"—but habits were hard to break.

Lu Yan could not possibly, like in some exaggerated TV drama, vanish in a flash of lightning to reach the top floor.

After resting in the Free and Easy Empire for a month, Old Nine hosted a grand banquet in the imperial capital under the pretense of celebrating Yu Shengxiang's birthday, inviting members of the Yu family to attend. Beneath the cover of the banquet, Old Nine began outlining his plans to Yu Shengxiang's grandfather.

The two ran four to five hundred meters; Tang Haodong assessed the direction and declared, "The enemy is encircling us from the east—we'll fight our way back east." Using the forest for cover, they fled toward the east.

She had been walking when she suddenly encountered Huang Yufen; she felt she had seen Huang Yufen somewhere before, so she followed her to find out which school she attended.

"Demon Lord, no matter what, he served you for years—his intentions were good. The misunderstanding is cleared; let him return. Give me this small favor," Liu Li continued to plead.

"Qiqi, you can summon purple light, correct?" Liu Li asked, slowing her steps. The pale blue light slowly dispelled the darkness, revealing faint outlines of towering, dead ice pillars all around.

Leng Yue tried to channel her qi to seize the dagger, but suddenly found her body limp and powerless; behind her, the Crown Princess clung to her like an octopus, rendering her completely immobile.

Niu Er rubbed his head; though physically strong, he was no strategist and couldn't fathom what Liu Yifeng and Han Xing were plotting—but one thing he guessed: they wanted to distance themselves from Jian Nan Chun and seize the treasure alone. Who wouldn't want a divine artifact?

Haotian's pale face remained cold and stern, his brows slightly furrowed, lost in thought, as if pondering something.

Leng Yue was immediately dragged away by two eunuchs; Ling Tian frowned, about to speak, but Leng Yue silenced him with a glance—he had no choice but to hold his tongue.