Chapter 90: The Shockwaves in Dongqi (Makeup for Yesterday!)

The third pass was seized.

Like a gale, it swept through Linzi in an instant.

It immediately shook Linzi, sending the court into panic.

The Seven Absolute Passes were originally built to guard against Bei Jin’s invasion; yet Bei Jin’s army has not even moved, and Dou Changsheng alone, wielding a sword, has taken two passes in succession.

Upon first hearing the news, everyone in Linzi thought it was absurd.

The mighty Seven Absolute Passes had been forcibly taken by Chen Qingyao at the first pass—this they

“I got fired. I tried my best. My hands are sore. I didn’t want to strike—just wanted a break. Boss wouldn’t let me rest, so I just stopped. Then he fired me.” He Yishu cut to the point.

Since this was a farm, patrols were active at night to prevent nighttime mischief; yet Ye Laiqing walked past these patrols, and they acted as if they hadn’t seen him at all, letting him pass unchallenged.

Some mourned the loss of a scenic landmark in the capital; others lamented they could no longer eat the delicacies of Qionglou; still others, whose family members had been taken, realized this was no assassination—but a purge.

The place Zhao Daidi brought Wu Yuqian to was indeed secluded—a grove at the foot of the mountain outside the village, discovered once by Zhao Daidi while gathering mushrooms.

As Xu Zishan entered the classroom, the previously noisy room fell silent; pairs of bright, curious eyes studied him.

Compared to those gossiping paparazzi, they trusted the brother they’d followed for years, and trusted what their own eyes had seen.

“How can you not attend, Prince Jing and Princess Ning? This is a festival of imperial harmony!” the Empress said sternly to all.

Ji Fei had beautiful eyes; when silent, they looked especially lively, and when speaking, they would gently curve.

Then she lay down fully clothed, as if mentally shaken; her second senior brother Xu Wei followed her to her quarters and saw she hadn’t even closed the door, already lying on the bed.

Qiao He felt Ji Nanchi had grown increasingly brazen—this medical cultivator was introduced by his nephew’s disciple’s disciple; what business was it of his?

Wang Panpan sat at the dining table and screamed upon seeing Wen Gu and his sibling descending the stairs.

A clamor rose from her side; amid the chaos, Fu Luoyi quickly forced several bowls of medicinal broth down her throat; before long, Gu Nanwan had fallen into a deep sleep.

“Do you think everyone should be as loud and dramatic as you? How would revolutionary work get done?” Xie Yun enjoyed watching Wang Panpan flustered.

The development path was now set; Zhou Li only needed to accumulate resources and summarize experience.

Then, on the march, recruit soldiers—first build a battalion’s framework; upon arrival, test the troops against bandits and puppet troops to hone coordination.

Regrettably, Zhou Li still lacked advanced stellar energy reception and control techniques, and could not smelt An Su Yin.

Then she went downstairs for breakfast, chatted with Aunt Zhang, relaxed her mood, and finally went upstairs to sit in her room.

The room lay in quiet peace; morning light streamed through the window, like mist sprinkled with gold, and the faint rise and fall of a figure was visible behind the half-drawn bed curtains.

Cultivators are as numerous as cattle and horses, but those who truly reach great divine powers are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; they require immense fortune and must risk death and spiritual annihilation to seize their path, only then might they defy heaven and attain the immortal golden body.

Though his voice was soft, it carried a bone-deep sorrow; his resolve radiated an unshakable conviction that moved all who heard.

His outstretched fingers appeared ordinary, yet an invisible force bound all surrounding energy—as if heaven and earth had slowed beneath his palm’s shadow; even Hai Pingyi could not move, helplessly watching the hand rush toward him.