Chapter 91: The Impregnable Fourth Checkpoint

The fourth checkpoint.

General Gao and Deputy Commander Qian stood respectfully outside the checkpoint, watching a large man approach from afar.

His hair was as black as crow feathers, neatly combed back without a strand out of place; the silver threads woven into his robes shimmered with a soft glow in the sunlight, deepening and mystifying his overall presence.

From behind him, blades and spears stood like a forest, armored soldiers poured like rain, advancing in perfect unison.

General Gao and Deputy Commander Qian were overjoyed.

She remembered she had received no news for years, and her heart darkened—having warmth was truly a gift from heaven.

“What do you want?” A chill crawled up from her soles; Yan Yuanfan’s whole body turned cold, enveloped by the fear of the unknown.

The Ji family were no fools; after so many major events three years ago, they would never believe Ji Yanmo had no part in them. They had also subtly realized Ji Yanmo was seeking revenge for the Lu family. Though there was a strange feeling about it, they eventually accepted it.

Ji Xinliang, seeing the old lady so delighted, concluded that Ji Nuanxin’s disappearance was unknown to her—and this was all for the better. If the grandmother didn’t know, she wouldn’t grieve; at her age, how could she endure such sorrow?

But now, Li Huairen gathered power in his palm, concealed by multiple spells to deceive Yun Chi, then struck her vital point with a single blow.

“Then, Mother, let’s go now. Ji Xinliang is also at home.” Ji Nuanxin checked the time; Lan Qianxue and Ji Xinliang should have returned from the Xiao household.

Lin Yating was genuinely delighted—Xue Shi’s leniency had completely surprised her. She bowed to Xue Shi as if reborn from death, repeating twice: “Thank you, Grandmother. Thank you, Fourth Sister!” Only then did she stop.

Chu Xiangsi refused to waste time on this issue, her gaze growing colder than ice.

Qiujue sighed in despair, cursing herself for neglecting her training these past days—how else could she have moved so slowly and thus delayed matters?

She stepped forward again with catlike grace, standing before Gao Jianli, her lips curved in a vague yet dangerous smile.

After returning to the quarters arranged by Gao Tangling, the hour was nearly midnight; Mingyue felt she was on the verge of collapse.

Look, there are still fans who understand—someone as low-key as me would never be high-profile.

“Do you think this is possible? These were all posted by reporters themselves. I’m just an ordinary person—you’d have to overestimate me to believe I could get someone to delete videos. I won’t discuss this further with you now. I’ll accept your Weibo apology and drop the matter.” Lin Fan said.

“Hmph! This is the Heavenly Kingdom! It has endured for ten thousand years! What nation has passed down its legacy for ten thousand years?”

Their relationship, through repeated battles, grew increasingly intimate; their conversations no longer felt awkward.

“My hands are clumsy? I’ve threaded thirteen already, unlike some people who struggled desperately to thread just four.” Biyun let out a loud “Hmph!” and glared challengingly at Ziyan.

The Princess of Anping grew more convinced it was a good idea. After all, Mo Nishang was the host of this banquet; if an examiner died in her own home, no matter how you looked at it, her reputation could never be cleared.

He hadn’t expected Master Lin to repay him with such a generous gift; without further words, he immediately gathered his staff and began preparing the medicine—the phone calls for purchasing herbs were too numerous, they were already overwhelmed.

Maocheng lies on the southern bank of the Yi River, one of the five cities once ceded by the State of Zhao to the State of Yan. Now, with Yan’s forces retreating, it has been reclaimed by Zhao’s army; the border between Yan and Zhao has been pushed to the Yi River.

Huo Shu sat aside, watching the drama, assuming Yu Yue would offer advice—only to realize she was merely curious about the full story of Xi Chong being dumped.

Shi Xian met Jiang Hansheng’s phoenix eyes with calm composure, as if nothing had ever happened.