Chapter 206: What Matters Is Speed

The Grand General Tianzhu Mansion.

The imperial court officially issued its decree: Er Zhu Rong was appointed Grand General Tianzhu, overseeing all state affairs.

Er Zhu Rong moved swiftly, and his next two tasks were clear.

Replace key positions in the Luoyang court with his own men, and grant titles to the northern military meritocrats.

Er Zhu Rong had no intention of consulting others; he decided to make these decisions alone.

On the table lay a sheet of white paper, covered with the names of northern military meritocrats.

Entering, she saw three rows: one friend named Liao Zhaiye, another named Binglinchengxia. Neither had turned on voice chat; they typed only. She hadn’t played with them before and didn’t know their usual heroes, so Baoli Guo didn’t pick one yet—she’d adjust her pick later.

An Junxi said nothing more but followed Yi Nuohan’s instructions, carrying fresh clothes into the bathroom.

Lan Ran observed for a while, a surge of heat rising in his chest, prompting him to make a sudden decision—he pressed the communication button on his smart glasses.

With that, she plopped down on the steps and played with her phone; the vegetables she’d planted in the mobile version of Animal Crossing seemed ready to harvest.

Yu Tianyang trembled as he took the pill from Yang Xia, then knelt and bowed three heavy head-knocks to Yang Xia. Rising, he slapped his chest and vowed: “Uncle Yang Xia, rest assured—I’ll walk the righteous path. When I master the immortal arts, I’ll protect Yujiacun and keep outsiders from bullying our village.”

Few knew of this matter; those present all understood that making it public would harm everyone, so no one bothered to tell Li Yuan.

He realized his mistake: “No, I don’t dislike you at all—but we’re not that kind of ‘like,’ you know?” Xu Chen hurriedly said.

He’d only spoken offhand. Had Wen Jingzhi not suddenly intervened between him and Wen Nuannuan, he’d never have resorted to such a tactic.

Ge Ermu’s gaze was terrifying; seeing this look, Yu Xinyu instinctively stepped back.

The progress bar had no sharp edges whatsoever—it looked like an inflatable toy, perfectly suited for children over two years old.

The heat before him grew heavier, the danger sensed by his body more lethal—but Dagu didn’t care.

In the age of cold weapons, agriculture was the state’s pillar industry; thus, in Liu Xiang’s eyes, Zhao Guo’s merit was hardly less than that of Han’s frontier generals.

For others, finding such a demon might be difficult. But he was different—he knew of one. One such top-tier demon who had long dwelled among mortals and seized a divine position.

Spirits as a lifeform are generally quite agreeable—even relatively hostile ghost-type spirits can coexist harmoniously with humans.

Students of the War Academy are natural scouts, possessing exceptional single-combat burst power and far superior scent and speed compared to ordinary military scouts.

At that moment, Ling Nai, her face slick with sweat, trained as usual, her eyes fixed on the red cloth hanging over the cliff.

“Before that, may I ask you a question?” the man whispered. His tone was no longer weak and listless as before—it had gained a certain depth, perhaps due to the strange red light.

Yan Qing spoke, then turned and walked back inside; her figure was so frail it seemed she might collapse at any moment.

Chu Yueyao, having been divorced by Xuan Mubai earlier, escaped punishment when Xuan Mubai was executed for the crimes of regicide and patricide.

Back then, he was still a sixteen-year-old boy. Now, looking back, that vow of his was a joke.

The Demon Light is the greatest secret of the Demon Altar. When the Demon Armor was dismantled and destroyed, only eight components were taken—its final component was the Demon Light.

Long after Su Tang had finished speaking, He Lan Feiqiong remained lost in thought, staring at the pool, silent.