Chapter 518: The War

Before he even finished listening, the Emperor of Qin’s face turned grim; he furrowed his brows, cut him off with a stern, angry tone, cast a disgusted glance at the minister, then flicked his eyes toward the other ministers aligned with the Second Prince, and coldly declared the court dismissed, his figure vanishing instantly from the dragon throne.

Thus, consumers across most regions of the country find it hard to taste authentic “Lanzhou Beef Noodles,” for only in Lanzhou itself can the dish achieve its original flavor.

As the sun sank low, Ling Feifei finally stirred awake, glancing at the dim candles already lit inside the inner chamber—huh? She had slept so deeply.

Chu Lei listened to Bai Yue’s words beside her, frantic, blinking at her urgently. You fool! Can’t you see what my brother’s up to at all?

Over the past month, she buried herself in studies at school, working through countless mock exams; at night, upon returning home, she slipped into her space to tackle the piles of exams Wang Tingting had gathered for her.

Lin Baibai watched the screen, where images shifted with the lightbulb’s words—One begets Two, Two begets Three, Three begets countless, countless stars shimmering brilliantly within, awe-inspiring.

But the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect acted with great caution; though they slaughtered mercilessly, most victims were lone cultivators or disciples from minor sects with little backing, never daring to provoke major sects like the Profound Heaven Sect.

It first sparked uproar within the Tai Chu Sacred Land and the Dark Temple, for many among them had encountered Wu Wudi in the Chart of Creation and suffered great losses, their memories of that bastard still fresh.

Gu Nianhua shook his head, turned the wheelchair, and, with practiced ease, guided Jinxiu past the crowd lining the gate, entering an inconspicuous side entrance.

The Nascent Soul cultivator’s face twisted in terror as he scanned wildly—not only did Di Tingfeng, the culprit, find it amusing, but Sima Qianqian laughed for a long while too.

Thanks to Hengdian’s unique infrastructure, future resource shortages won’t be an issue.

“Hmph! Are you referring to Zhao Mei Ming and the others? Can she do what Qian Buzhan couldn’t?”

Jiang Yunshu knew she had to rise early, so she went to bed early the night before—but when she was woken at three a.m., she was still dazed.

In the past, watching his father and Shen Shiyue’s performances, he always felt sorrow over their love’s tragic end.

Unlike the Soul-Annihilating Needle, usable only within the Illusory Spirit Realm, the Soul-Shattering Dagger can be used in the real world.

As the stronghold of Blood Robe Marquis Bai Yifei, Snow Robe Fortress was connected to the outside world by a single drawbridge, a true case of one man holding the pass against ten thousand.

Stripped apart by that sky-splitting claw, the few within the Bodhi Heart Circle struggled briefly before being swallowed whole by Fang Hao’s “Mystic Yin Ghost Veil.”

Gifts for a bride’s dowry serve only to show sisterly affection—after marriage, seeing those gifts reminds her of her sister’s bond.

Indeed, with this, neither the giant bird carrying the two nor the explosive clay bombs could pierce the wind wall to reach the opponent.

Faced with Mao Yue Xiyen’s sudden remark, Uchiha Sasuke had no idea what she was thinking.

Hearing the stumbling footsteps inside the room, Ling Xiaohan immediately tiptoed back to her own chamber, cracked open the door a sliver, and saw at the corridor’s end, Leng Yuchen in a dark blue robe, tossing Zhong Xinrou outside the door.

One slap sent Zhao Muer sprawling to the ground, then a foot came down hard on his face.

No matter what organization this was, if they dared strike first, they must be ready to face retaliation.

Many confused people asked—among them, even the reinforcements from Yujing—frustrated and baffled.

This man was surely a high-ranking ally reinforcement; thus, General Lan Chunhui bowed his head, clasping his fists in apology to Han Zijian for his earlier rashness.

Upon a single glance, seven purple-red stone pillars, each as tall as a man and cylindrical in shape, stood arranged within the great hall.

Originally, Hu Jing knew she couldn’t summon Lin Fengyi—after all, she wasn’t close to Lin Fengyi at all.

He had once mocked Ryan for his lack of experience, yet now it seemed those words had silently slapped his own face.

Su Tu waved his hand, several severed heads flew out, landing on stones, pupils dilated, still holding a trace of despair.

“Let’s raise a toast,” Leng Pengcheng smiled, glancing around, then lifted his exclusive jade wine cup and drained it in one gulp.

He was not an ungrateful man; the Empress Dowager had been kind to him—could he demand she repay kindness with malice?

Yu Qingli cast a Five Thunder Correct Law, the lightning illuminating the dark stone hall as it struck the monster within.

Wang Jie immediately relaxed, tossing in a handful of plant fruits resembling Sichuan peppercorns.

Though the man resented Lin Zhi’s impulsive actions, he could not deny the growing unease spreading within him.

Gu Huaicheng wasn’t afraid of censors gossiping—he feared chiefly that the outside world might tarnish Cheng’er’s reputation.

By the time Zhao Hao returned to Jiangning City in his heated palanquin, dusk had fallen, and lanterns had been lit along the streets.

Remembering that Ba Mu’s master had passed away, leaving no way to verify with him, Lu Chuan’s face showed a flicker of disappointment.

Wang Jie’s entire focus was on the snow cat; after waiting a long while, three long knocks followed by two short ones finally sounded at the door.

Based on his last memory, he had not yet detected any mark implanted on him, so the arrival of Zhou Li and others filled him with shock.

“Why not ask His Majesty what he wishes me to do?” Consort Yan replied coldly, meeting the emperor’s suspicious gaze.

But that was before—now, it was different, for this phenomenon was caused by him, and he stood now atop the central dragon pillar.

Many matters depend not on how harsh the conditions are, but whether a better solution exists—what matters is weighing pros and cons. Tu Fa Nutan realized he had almost no choice but to agree.

“What, are you afraid? Of course we are— we’re just here to hold you steady. Our master is already on his way.” The man sneered.

Shi Wei Xiao Hospital’s morning breeze was also known—like the affiliated hospital of the Medical University, few ever came for treatment. As a result, students had little to do during daily internships, and many chose to take part-time jobs; Chen Feng understood this well.