Chapter 560: You Tell Me This Is a Rebel Army?

The two’s conversation ended in acrimony.

Winnie still worried that Alvin, amid his growing power, would follow Vandil’s path and become the architect of the Empire’s renewed division.

Her concerns were not without reason.

Alvin had been abducted to the ‘Astral Void’ at birth and vanished for a full year; no one knew how he returned, his origins shrouded in deep mystery.

And from the chaos

One by one, powerful gods descended from the heavens, stepping directly into the teleportation gates; their initial fear and dread had vanished, replaced now by excitement and fervor.

If we’re to put it that way, the Shennong Ruler is still not complete—the missing piece was taken by the man in blue.

Wu Hui’s gaze passed over him and settled on the middle-aged man at the front; now, with all his power concentrated, Wu Hui finally saw his true strength.

Seeing how badly Ashina An had been treated, Sakazaki Takuma shook his head, unwilling to strike him further; he closed the door of the Extreme Style, ordering all disciples not to disturb that madman.

After the Yùqīng Dédé Armor was unsealed, its attributes surged, but its controllability plummeted—many transformations could no longer be executed.

Seeing Li Shenyi shake his head in regret, Liu Ziyue’s heart warmed; she knew the tea he brewed was for her. She asked about Long Zhan’s condition; like the physician of the Virtuous Prince’s mansion, Li Shenyi spoke half, withheld half—when pressed deeper, he only evaded with vague words and sighs.

All listeners froze, eyes bulging, jaws dropped—this included Su Han, who had been eavesdropping quietly nearby.

She knew he was hinting at her. She was unused to the ruling class’s methods of domination in this era. As clever as he was, he must have long sensed her differences; he said nothing, merely waiting for her to speak first—she knew.

About half a cup of tea later, she drew her left hand from her wide sleeve and, as she reached for the teacup on the table, glanced at Chu Yunyi with a faint smile.

But as it happened, what you fear comes to pass. One day, Director Zhao of the Subdistrict Public Security Bureau called him personally, ordering him to return to the bureau immediately—there was an important matter to discuss. His tone was absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Yet when Zhou Xiong heard what Yang Jin had asked him to do, a flicker of regret shot through him.

The hospital door burst open as the on-duty doctor and nurses rushed in; hearing the sudden wailing, they assumed the patient had suffered some emergency.

In fact, Wang Peng’s drawer still held two more of these cigarettes, but after hearing Zhong Hongxuan speak so confidently, he believed the cigarettes truly had a source; since ordinary people couldn’t get them, he wouldn’t hand them out casually—better to keep them, perhaps they’d come in handy someday.

Cang Yuan truly had nothing more to say—if you didn’t look at it with such burning eagerness, he might have believed you.

“Alright.” Shi Jian strode in boldly, leaving Cang Yuan and Qianji dumbfounded—indeed, stones and humans were fundamentally different.

“Hey, Shuier. Did Jing Moxuan do anything inappropriate to you yesterday?” Luo Yao Yao rushed to ask, interrogating Han Shuier like a census officer.

Li Dapeng gently pressed his finger against a strand of spider silk, silently sensing the vibrations coming from the culvert.

In silence, hear thunder; in the soul’s depths, listen to spring. Boundless petals drift like dreams, fine rain beyond the horizon as precious as oil. It slips into night with the wind, nourishing all without sound. Spring breeze dares to thin the willows; night rain stealthily moistens the blossoms. Flowers are not flowers, dreams are not dreams, the moon is hazy, the birds more blurred? Does spring’s charm intoxicate, seeping through the curtains?

Recalling what the scout had just said, Jiuhuang leading the Heavenly Dynasty’s troops through the forest, Ba Si’s face flickered with triumph.

From the very peak of Guangming Peak down to its base stretched a vast, winding, thousands-of-zhang-wide circular staircase; the entire mountain was densely packed with buildings, from bottom to top, countless figures could be glimpsed moving within, clad in robes of different colors, shouting orders in unison, training fiercely.