[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan":3,"chapter-memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-95":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Memoirs of the Heavenly Khagan",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2311813,4516,"Chapter 95","memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>Luoyangcheng Imperial Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This unfinished imperial palace had a large gap in its northwest wall, left unrepaired due to the Liuzhen Rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it is occupied by the Imperial Guard’s encampment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main hall of the palace has been completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain fell lightly; Li Shen wore armor, guarding before the palace, his entire suit soaked through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Mingyue held an umbrella in one hand and a food box in the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duke had already taken the elevator to the top floor; this elevator was exclusive, inaccessible to outsiders, so the moment he stepped in, Na Tie knew exactly where he was going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yuhong did not order Pan Long to conceal himself; instead, he landed openly beside Meng Feifei’s residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, let me rest a bit longer,” Liu Yaoxi groaned, half-dead on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, among the gang that caused trouble at the casino last time, only the cripple was truly terrifying; he had prepared elaborate traps waiting for the cripple to walk into them, but the cripple didn’t show up today—he’d wasted his effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for your lordship to trouble yourself—we’ll talk over there,” Kong Deshou declined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter what palace it is, let them fight their fight—we’re leaving,” Tang Tang had no habit of watching spectacles; she knew clearly now she must leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the girl could walk on her own, he shouldn’t keep carrying her around—after all, he had no real connection to her; constantly holding her would invite gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yingtong suddenly turned back to Feng Jianming: “Our baby’s waiting for his dad to earn his milk money,” she said, smiling as she gently stroked her belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Feng took off his heavy outer garments, revealing the fitted black undershirt, still marked with several blood gashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I’ve never killed anyone before…” Xue Tenghao stammered, his mind involuntarily flashing scenes from cop movies—bullets exploding skulls, blood spurting everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, only by finding a way to resolve the feud between the Southern Sea Poison Sect and the Dark Night Paradise was there anything he truly should—and could—do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m only at Wuwang Third Stage…” Ye Feng thought to himself, aware of his weakness—if his fists were stronger, would the other dare act so?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many underworld factions with irreconcilable grudges chose this place for their battles—far from imperial authority, they could settle matters directly without fearing police interference or harming civilians; win and rise, lose and become a dog—simple, brutal underground rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhe Mile released Leng Yu Rou; her throat tightened with emotion, all her unease dissolving the moment she met Long Moxuan’s parents. As Moxuan had said, his parents were easy to get along with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xing Fei had said, the two had flown millions of miles chasing the mysterious song, only to end up back at the starting point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to the next room—they need rest,” Long Banshan stood and said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither spoke another word; they slipped inside, using the night and the not-tall trees for cover. Long Banshan and Huang Qikun moved like hunters, studying every blade of grass and twig in the jungle, advancing with extreme slowness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hei Zi still drove, but Bai Yanan sat silently in the front passenger seat; the atmosphere between her and Hei Zi was strange, and Leng Yu Rou did not press for answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Ge could not communicate with the Soul-Eating Beast. Chu Ge glanced at the silver plaque hanging quietly at his waist, then reached to unfasten it—to discard it, to remove the latent threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you’re supposed to introduce yourself,” Li Mei, seeing Xing Fei’s silence, nudged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Xuanling then imprinted the control method and incantation for the beast servant into Ke Jingyi and Wu Lingshuang’s mind-seas using spiritual awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>",620,"2026-06-20T12:30:56.711Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b5449f945c4c9c03afe47cfbb07a13c953839a87e638643d998c3621fd979c0e","memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-96","memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-94",211,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmemoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-cover.jpg"]