Chapter 182: The Waters of Luoyang Are Deep

In the fourth year of Xiaochang, Hu Hou, who had held power in Northern Wei for many years, stepped down, and the young emperor took the stage, personally overseeing state affairs.

Smoke of rebellion rose across the land; the realm was far from peaceful.

Freed from restraint, Yuan Xu was brimming with vigor, determined to accomplish great deeds.

At first, he turned his gaze westward.

Li Shuang!

What Yuan Xu once believed to be loyalty had wounded him most deeply at the critical moment, filling him with bitter resentment.

“Li Shuang like

“Fine, you stay.” With that, Qin Che turned and walked away, not even glancing at anyone.

Being invited by a bandit hardly counted as anything honorable, but was it really wise for this bandit chief to design things so humanely?

“You call yourself Lin Tong? Call me Sister! Didn’t your mother teach you to respect hierarchy?” Ye Xuan said coolly.

“We the Xia family feed you—do you think we do it so you can sit around doing nothing?” The only man spoke coldly.

In the hospital room, Zhang Xiaofeng’s left eye was blackened, his eyeball bloodshot, blood still smeared on his lips, clear palm prints on his face; his eyes held anger, but mostly fear, and then emptiness.

“How did you know?” Yi Bailing paused, for the East Sea was still utterly calm.

Having dealt with Wu Lao, Lin Dong’s gaze turned coldly toward the others present, especially Chen Tianba.

His parents fell beneath their blades, yet he, even with a knife in hand, could not avenge them—he still had her, and the child; in this world, who would care?

“Damn, that’s amazing? Stick one on me—I’ll feel it.” Ye Xuanji still didn’t believe it.

The Gyarados, locked in place, could not evade the Metapod’s attack; even if it unleashed Dragon Rage, it could no longer dispel the Tri-Attack midair as it had before.

As if struck by divine inspiration, Kong Que poured all her strength into the Five-Colored Divine Feather at that instant; then five strange hues—green, yellow, white, red, and black—shot forth, like vine whips, lashing the unsuspecting Lion Demon away.

Li An took a deep breath, pulled out the jade pendant Duan Yuheng had given him, and said nothing.

Beside him, He Bing did not know what the military report said, but his seasoned eyes read the signs in Lin Yi’s expression.

That was a good idea; Li Chengqi pondered a moment—indeed, making Chen Xilie the fifth chancellor was better than Yang Shenjin betraying him.

Li An dared not advance; he raised his rifle and fired blindly toward where the sound had vanished.

On the other side, after leaving the Adventurers’ Guild, Li An hurried to find a nearby inn, rented a temporary room, confirmed no one would disturb him, then took out all the martial arts manuals he had received from Duan Yuheng.

Though the Crescent Blade was ill-suited as a weapon and better suited as a hidden projectile, it looked remarkably fitting in Qin Muzhi’s hands.

Yet he said nothing at this moment; the more he spoke, the more he risked exposing himself—better to wait until he had secured everything before speaking.

The two strongmen seemed ready to pursue the young man, but were halted by the king who stepped out next—yes, the king himself.

Suddenly, the grand hall fell utterly silent, the air frozen still; all watched the unfolding drama, eager to see what extraordinary qualities this commoner prince consort possessed to win the princess’s favor, and how this play would end.

Chen You surged upward with Divine Strike power, his speed already exceeding that of a mid-stage expert.

Upon waking, Bai Yu found two beautiful forms beside him—Liyas and Aixia, each resting their heads on his left and right arms respectively.