Chapter 189: Chief Administrator of Guanzhong

Jingzhou, Anding.

The Jing River basin resembles the veins of a leaf, branching and spreading, nourishing the Longdong region.

Along these veins lie numerous Han aristocratic wubao and Hu tribes such as the Qiang and Di.

The Hu clan, from which Hu Hou and Hu Xuanhui sisters hail, is a major aristocratic family of Anding.

Most powers in this region lean toward the Northern Wei court; otherwise, Northern Wei’s imperial troops could not have remained after their catastrophic defeat of 120,000 men.

Jingzhou, Anding.

The Jing River basin resembles the veins of a leaf, branching and spreading, nourishing the Longdong region.

Along these veins lie numerous Han aristocratic wubao and Hu tribes such as the Qiang and Di.

The Hu clan, from which Hu Hou and Hu Xuanhui sisters hail, is a major aristocratic family of Anding.

Most powers in this region lean toward the Northern Wei court; otherwise, Northern Wei’s imperial troops could not have remained after their catastrophic defeat of 120,000 men.

Qu Mingfei felt a pang of sympathy, but as he lifted his foot, he halted—clearly afraid of angering his master, his posture stiff and hesitant; clearly, Feng Guishui’s earlier words had taken some effect.

“Enough, don’t mention this again, Miss Mengyuan, just wait patiently.” Zhang Yang shook his head and walked out; after a soft sigh, Mengyuan vanished.

Seeing he still didn’t understand the situation, Zhuo Qiuyan sneered inwardly: fine, you don’t know? Then I’ll find someone who does.

They are all top-tier scientific talents who control core technologies; with such scientists joining, what is there to hesitate over?

Wang Shen said nothing further, merely waiting for Xu Wen to gradually process her emotions and calm down. After more than ten minutes, Xu Wen’s movements stopped, yet her gaze remained hollow.

The generals all wore troubled expressions, while Guan Yu and Zhang Fei remained calm, as if they had long accepted such circumstances; Liu Bei, severely wounded, could not speak at all.

Xiang Yang slashed forward with force; the red-robed middle-aged man raised his right hand horizontally, blocking Xiang Yang’s attack outright.

Seeing her father’s demeanor, Qin Susu took a deep breath—she knew her earlier suspicion was correct: her boyfriend’s cousin was truly that one.

“Kill him or not?” The man who had punched Xiao Yan unconscious turned to the one who seemed to be the leader.

To use an antimatter bomb measured in kilograms, Qiao Lü would have to unlock all five levels of Antimatter Mass Production—I through V; otherwise, the cost remains far too high.

Sunlight filtered through the barren trees, casting warmth upon the ground, dispelling the chill of early winter.

Yi Yu understood Chen Mi’s intent and abandoned the idea of inviting Chen Mi into Wufawutian—his legion simply wasn’t suited for someone with boundless charm.

Several years after giving birth to Zhang Qi, her mother died in melancholy; the father who gave her life, having accidentally learned of Zhang Qi’s existence not long ago, sent men to bring her back to the old family estate in Jiankang.

He pressed his lips to hers again, his hand shifting to her back; through her shirt, she felt his scorching body heat. She trembled slightly, unsure how to respond.

Mirror arrays merely conceal qi, refract true images, and construct illusory environments; advanced mirror arrays can deceive even the senses, trapping enemies in labyrinths from which they cannot escape, even starving them to death without revealing an exit.

Saying this, he rose as if to leave; Qin Ruonan stood up too and blocked him.

“Where were you that day? After I emerged from the secret realm, I searched for you two months without a trace—I nearly thought you dead.” The Sword Saint asked. Having failed to find Qiu Xuan before, now that Qiu Xuan stood before him, how could he not voice his doubts?

Ye Xiao was stunned by Qiu Xuan’s shocking words, staring blankly at him. Ye Xiao pondered, weighing the stakes—his decision now would determine whether the Mingyue Empire could still exist.

An Nianchu glared at Qiao Chu, muttering to herself but saying nothing; she stared out the window, trying hard not to recall what had happened, yet the more she resisted, the more vividly the memories rose in her mind.