Chapter 113: At the Beginning of Man, Nature is Good

Pingyang.

"So this is my fiefdom?"

Li Shuang sat atop his horse, gazing at a stretch of barren land, and murmured.

Jia Sixie followed beside Li Shuang, sighing inwardly.

"These are all excellent fields; pity that no one cultivates them now."

The collapse of the Northern Wei's Equal-Field System led to vast tracts of land lying fallow.

Including the fields of Chancellor Yuan Yong's original fief, the surrounding lands were devoid of human presence.

Since Arthur would speak up, he certainly could not be lying; Ji Lufei held even greater contempt for such behavior from a personal attendant, which only served to conceal the truth.

Why did Yin Nancheng feel that Yi Yunsheng showed no surprise at all, remaining so calm, while Ling Ling's face bore a look of extreme panic?

She shouldn't have come to find him; how could she be so stupid! This thought appeared countless times in Ling Ling's mind within just a few minutes.

Inside the restaurant, many others shared this sentiment; thus, in an instant, the second floor lost quite a few people, appearing somewhat empty.

As for the other eight on the remaining platforms, their expressions tightened; they exchanged glances. Clearly, Su Mu possessed terrifying strength that did not match his cultivation, a fact far exceeding their expectations.

There had been nothing joyful these past days; the only happy thing was likely this pair before them.

She wore an exquisitely elaborate palace robe, yet judging by the clothing and ornaments, it was still attire from the Xuanbei Kingdom.

The Director of the Southern Bureau entered the laboratory where Guan Fang had imprisoned Ling Binghan; here, dark laboratories were the one thing he lacked least.

At this moment, Meng Xiaoran still did not know he had become too immersed in the role; he always believed he was merely completing a plan, unaware that he had unconsciously begun to adapt to the roles of husband and father.

Even if she truly died, she would not leave; thus, gazing into the nameless one's eyes, a trace of killing intent seemed to emerge.

Attacking those she cares about: first Qin Wuyou, then Rong Ze; who would be next?

Noble Consort Dou turned the conversation back to Wen Yukou. Facing her piercing gaze, the expression on Wen Yukou's face could be described as unmoved. Unlike Noble Consort Dou, whose arrogance was bred into her very bones, Wen Yukou preferred to meet all changes with stillness. Therefore, even with her face swollen as it was, she did not mind in the slightest.

After several hours of sleep, Zhou Tian had finally adjusted his physical state to its peak; now was the best moment for him to breakthrough.

"Yes, this servant will convey the message to the Old Matriarch." Nurse An gave Wen Yukou a meaningful glance, as if still analyzing her words and deeds to find any anomalies. But Wen Yukou merely smiled faintly, pretending not to understand.

Suddenly, Zhou Tian's eyes snapped open, his pupils still showing signs of lingering fright. He thought of his mother; he thought that the purpose of his strengthening was to find her; he thought of the previous life-threatening dangers; he thought of the dragon's warning.

Lately, rumors regarding Zhu Nao's origins have been rampant in the capital. Not to mention the various military households, even Wu Cong could not help but suspect these news items were released by Zhu Nao himself. Although Zhu Nao ultimately did not remain in the capital, that was likely merely a matter of timing; his ambitions were already quite clear.

Just as during Zhou Tian's test, the attribute testing disc, spun to its limit, emitted a dull thud; immediately, a wave of qi swept out from the stone disc. However, this time the spinning stone disc projected only a single beam of light.

The path of Immortality is too bitter; the seven emotions and six desires bring only sorrow. It is better to be a mortal, living freely; though lifespan is limited, one can enjoy ease. Both the Divine Path and the Human Path are referred to by a single term.

"Shadow, you indeed have some skill—Fire Snake." Severely injured, Ying Xia Zang did not choose to continue fleeing but instead engaged me in a direct assault. The special effects of the skill he unleashed this time were quite dazzling, but I, who never let my guard down, would not fall for it entirely.