Chapter 153: We Are All Readers of History

After receiving the imperial edict, Zhu Rong did not hesitate a moment and immediately ordered Gao Ang to lead the vanguard southward.

Such actions could not possibly escape the eyes of the Luoyang court.

After all, many of the garrisons and commanders stationed along this route had been sent out by Luoyang.

The news reached Luoyang quickly; upon hearing it, Hu Hou flew into a rage and confronted Yuan Xu face-to-face.

“Your Majesty, why are you summoning Zhu Rong southward?”

The black-armored warrior murmured the phrase several times—“After three defeats, invincible!”—and his body suddenly glowed bright; an invincible battle aura surged forth. He too could not help but feel his blood boil.

Emperor Jing gazed upward as heavenly punishment descended, striking him instantly. He no longer paid attention to the three of the Second Law; he knew their chances of surviving this heavenly retribution were nearly zero, and even his own survival remained uncertain.

That night, Cao Ren and Cao Hong split their forces to encircle Kui Mu Lang’s camp from both flanks. Fifty thousand Cao soldiers advanced as if through an empty land.

With a deafening explosion, a violent blast rapidly spread beneath the ground, as if about to rip open the earth’s crust.

The three generals nodded, but their minds were clearly elsewhere; the fine tea offered to them remained untouched.

He had now thought it through completely: the fact of heresy was undeniable; even if he himself did not cultivate, those with intent would still take notice.

Liu Bian found it strange—what was going on today? He had met Liu Yu’s subordinate only once; why would he suddenly pay a visit?

After he broke through two of the Three-Star Forbidden Techniques, many members and organizations sent him letters—some expressing sincere admiration, others seeking collaboration. But as he vanished for a month, such letters gradually dwindled.

It was clear that Chen Yajing did not wish the atmosphere to grow awkward, yet even so, the meal remained tense; all three sat with heads bowed, eating in silence. Seeing this, Chen Yajing had no choice but to speak first.

She nervously picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. From the receiver came a voice—Xia Shu, filled with fear.

The power was incomparably immense; in the howling wind, Su Tong and Jun Yan could see massive crimson fists, each pounding against the Fire Gate, shaking it violently.

Now that he thought about it, Gong Shaochen had concealed his feelings, forcing himself every day to pretend to be her good friend.

The Black Dragon spoke in human speech—its voice deep, ancient, and filled with mad, terrifying resolve, sealing the death sentence of Long Che and the others.

This old woman dwelled in seclusion on Jiehe Peak; though born with crippled legs, she used a single flower mirror to behold all beings of the divine, immortal, and mortal realms. Today, the mirror’s appearance was as if the Dao Lord himself had descended.

Seeing He Louyuan nod seriously, Li Xun’s mouth gaped wide enough to swallow a whole chicken.

The White Emperor did not grow angry; he decisively abandoned the struggle, yet his eyes darted about, as if plotting how to seize the ancient jade. Not only because of its value, but because it had once belonged to the Qin Emperor, the White Emperor could never let it go.

Su Chen gritted his teeth and, using the secret technique of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, made the old man open his eyes again, restoring some awareness; his complexion turned ruddy, but his limbs remained unresponsive—only a faint smile managed to appear.

After speaking those words, the villagers, overflowing with gratitude, returned home; having been away for a month, they all longed to see their own households.

At the lead of Puchi the Dowager, the maids in the courtyard burst into laughter; the Prince’s face flushed crimson, and he silently crouched in the corner, drawing circles on the wall.

Tang Yixin immediately spotted Yan Luosheng sitting on her bed, drinking red wine straight from the bottle like it was beer.

Watching Ning Ruxi support the unconscious Long Shaoyan against a tree, the White Tiger didn’t even bother to greet him—he dashed straight into the dense forest. For days he’d eaten nothing but wild game; he was determined to catch a few deer to satisfy his craving.