Chapter 210: Everyone Is Struggling

The Grand General Tianzhu Mansion.

Before Er Zhu Rong marched south, he also transferred He Ba Sheng from his post guarding Pingcheng.

With sufficient elite troops and fierce generals assembled, Er Zhu Rong set out for Luoyangcheng.

But not long ago, news arrived from Hengzhou: without He Ba Sheng to hold the line, the surrounding Hu Ren had risen in chaos.

Hengzhou was no ordinary place—it was the stronghold of Er Zhu Rong’s northern faction.

If this place fell into disorder, it could easily spread disaster to Jinyang.

And Yuan

Before Nanxi could react, Zhu Ling dragged her backstage, where a long, narrow corridor connected the church and all surrounding buildings. One side bore murals of exotic lands; the other, a latticed wall through which sunlight filtered in dappled, faint patches.

“One upper room, boss!” Di Jing entered dressed as a young master, shouting at once, while Mu Yuncheng, plainly attired, entered slowly from behind—others could only find their master-servant dynamic bafflingly disordered.

The tent was now packed with people: besides Mo Yiyue and the two who had just spoken, there were Ye Feiyu and Yang Ling, Chu Shuiyao and Lu Xiao, Mu Yun, plus numerous heroes and several commandants.

Refining a furnace-ding requires more than just the Five Elements’ essences; those essences are merely the primary materials, and additional spirit herbs are still needed—in total, refining one furnace-ding demands over a hundred heavenly treasures.

Since magic-side forces have already begun deploying angels, the “key” to unlocking the “Numerical Void Zone” must be prepared.

Upon hearing Liu Qi’s cry, the Qi army soldiers’ morale also faltered, for they knew reinforcements were coming—that was why they had held on this long.

Before reaching Luocheng, they had long dispatched numerous scouts to gather intelligence on Luocheng; after all, knowing oneself and the enemy ensures victory in every battle—if even the enemy’s situation remains unknown, what hope is there for anything beyond?

“Ruoxi, Liu Ruoxi—what a beautiful name!” Shang Zheng said, enraptured. Ji Lingsheng rolled his eyes: you’re so blinded by lust, even if she were called Cuihua, you’d still think it lovely.

A hundred meters tall, cast entirely in gold. Standing like a celestial god between heaven and earth, its height surpassed even the imperial palace of the Da Kun Dynasty. Its expression was exquisitely lifelike; even as a statue, it was enough to strike dread into any martial cultivator below the Heavenly Rank.

Now, the entire village had vanished—even the livestock was gone without a single trace.

After days of continuous meetings, the Blue Star Clan’s high command had reviewed every scrap of intelligence gathered from the entire Spirit Star. As they watched the red-marked demon invasion zones multiply on the holographic map at the center of the round table, anxiety deepened on every face.

An Yifei said nothing; his fingers opened and closed, and two water-elemental spirits suddenly materialized in midair.

“Second Elder, calm yourself—why rush so impulsively?” The First Elder paid no mind to the scene, and seeing Lin Da unharmed, asked casually.

Suddenly, a figure sprinted toward them from afar, staggering badly, shouting: “Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang!” Zhang Zongfang jolted upright, looked—and saw Tie Shan approaching in utter disarray, while countless powerful spells rained down behind him.

The wedding day had grown too quiet; they could only drift, linger, and cling to fate’s path in the darkest corners. The unbearable length of days without a glimpse of light had left them perpetually agitated.

Although DreamWorks’ building stood only Shiji stories tall, each office was spacious—An Yifei’s alone resembled a palace.

“City God Guo, has Fang somehow managed to intercept your Nine Stars in a Row?” Fang Shaoyuan’s face was ashen, like a dying man’s, yet he asked calmly.

Under the pull of that terrifying suction, Kong Que’s Three Kings, who had witnessed it all from nearby, were filled with terror. They tried to cast spells to flee but could not resist the overwhelming force; paralyzed by fear, they were pinned helplessly in place.

The moon hung like a crescent hook in the sky; the wooden yacht drifted idly near a reef, anchored loosely. The seawater desalination unit aboard was genuine technology—an American military submarine device An Yifei had purchased, eliminating any need for him to carve water-gathering arrays.

To support Fang Shaoyuan’s plan, Han Chi the Ancestor feigned an indecisive struggle with this fragment-soul.

According to the original text, Fu Feng is portrayed as domineering, ruthless, cold-blooded, and arrogant. He was indeed at fault today—for failing to stop General Gao from drinking—but he had genuinely been unaware of General Gao’s health condition. As the saying goes: ignorance excuses blame.

He always felt this Xunhuan Zhenren was clearly someone with very peculiar tastes.

Add to that Luo Long’s 229cm arms and large hands, and the Chinese man deliberately raised the shooting angle… When Luo Long finally released the ball with calm precision, the two Kansas University defenders could only watch helplessly as it arced toward the hoop.

Liu Wei drew a deep breath, compressing his sword-intent space into his mind-sea, shielding his spirit-consciousness and preserving the last thread of clarity.

Earning five million by dining with fans—if word got out, wouldn’t it seem like some kind of transaction? Yet thinking of Su Yan Dong and Song Xi, those kind-eyed elderly couple, they hardly seemed like people with ill intent.

“Enough talk—deploy the charging beam on the mechanical dog!” Liu Xun smiled at the opponent, assuming he was being disrespected. The impetuous youth immediately ordered the mechanical dog to attack.

“Father, I believe anti-corruption must be pursued—but selectively. Those with exceptional ability may be set aside for now, even granted temporary promotion.” Zhu Biao smiled, a sly glint flashing across his face.

Marquis Jinghai Wu Zhen, overwhelmed by the people of Liushu Island’s enthusiasm, wrote a memorial to court asking Old Zhu to decide whether to annex Liushu.

This time, Zhou Zimo did not refuse; he took the phone and skillfully entered his number.

Liu Sanbian nodded, bowed again to the crowd, then turned and plunged into the throng without looking back—yet his slightly reddened eyes betrayed that his heart was far from as carefree as his demeanor suggested.

But Ye Yi still had her scan her fingerprint; since she hadn’t registered before, Ye Yi also had her create an ID—but “Ye Rou” was already taken, so she chose “Rou Ye” instead.