Chapter 172: We Are All Brothers

Pingyang, Baima City.

As daylight fully broke, Li Shuang stepped out of the doorway, his face slightly haggard.

After several days of persuasion, Li Shuang finally resolved the crisis in the rear quarters, restoring harmony to the household.

Large quantities of supplies and personnel arrived in Pingyang via the Fen River from Bingzhou, making the prefectural capital feel crowded.

Now, between Li Shuang’s wubao and Baima City, tents stretched endlessly across the open ground.

Having heard that Li Shuang had been ordered by

Li Xianyuan introduced the two, and Xue Shao invited Wu Youji to sit, then got straight to the point: “What brings you here?”

“I… finished crying.” Wang Yu could only sit up straight on his knees and wipe the tears from his face with his sleeve.

“It’s his nature. There’s no mistake!” Wu Zetian felt increasingly stifled as she thought—Xue Shao had led the Right Guard for so many years that now, in their eyes, there was no law of the state, no emperor, only brotherhood among comrades, and loyalty solely to Xue Shao and their general.

“And then?” As the street grew busier, the two found a bench, ordered a few local pastries, and settled in comfortably to wait.

When Yang Ziwan conducted her inquiry, she naturally obtained no useful information. Thus, she inferred from Xu Chen’s usual demeanor that he must be from a prominent family—poor youths rarely possessed such bearing.

Looking back now, their original stance had never been firm enough, and later, at Hulagu Pass, they witnessed something clearly beyond ordinary human capability.

“Whirlwind Slash!” The principal seized the perfect moment to activate his skill card—two great blades transformed into a storm of blades, shredding both shadow clones instantly.

Lin Dong didn’t leave the auction empty-handed; in the final few lots, he bid a flat one million and secured the item—no one competed with him.

“You mean… the left and right paths we took are actually the same road?” The conclusion left them staring at each other—they had both clearly seen the two paths as distinct.

“That’s terribly unfair to cardmakers!” Li Mu and Chen Jing, both cardmakers, felt indignant upon hearing the news.

And along with the spiritual qi circulating through the meridians, it would finally enter the opponent’s illusion sea, forming a seal—then, even if Ye Tian possessed heavenly abilities, he would be bound by my control.

Sikong Changting simply couldn’t outmatch her, so he surrendered and agreed to let her stay.

Behind the main courtyard stood a hut resembling a woodshed, its windows covered entirely in black cloth. Inside, a single oil lamp burned, its tiny flame the only source of light.

Yet Rong Gui’s despair never lasted more than three seconds; before his last words had even faded, he rallied again.

Prince Ximen Xue, summoned to court by the Emperor, heard Rou Princess’s words and grew deeply anxious—who dared question the Emperor? What had happened to the Crown Princess of Chu Yun? She was always composed and reasonable—how could she make such a basic mistake?

Qi Tong then turned to criticize Zhu Qianwei’s blind loyalty, saying he shouldn’t die for a foolish ruler like Kui Xi. “Why must you kill her to the last? She’s not a boy,” Zhu Qianwei said.

Chen Yan had expected the contest for the Yongde Imperial City slots to take a long time, but never imagined the top ten would be decided in a single day.

Yet he dared not voice this thought aloud—he worked for Boss Qin.

“When he first entered the Tonghai Realm’s early stage, he entered the Confucian trial ground—the Yinming Space.

Thinking of this, Baiyue swiftly left Ling Wang’s mansion, packed his belongings, and rode through the night to Gu County.

Lian Zhou paused slightly at his words. She lifted her gaze, her heart filled with mixed emotions, then finally nodded.