Chapter 98: Swearing to Heaven, Sima Sanlong!

The battle at Qijue Pass.

It drew the gaze of the entire world.

Countless covert agents held various transmission treasures, closely watching every change.

One such treasure cost a thousand taels of silver, worthy of being passed down through generations, yet now everyone possessed one, as if they had become as common as bai cai.

All to transmit the news back immediately.

Forces across all lands, north and south of the great rivers, could learn the latest battle reports in unison.

Though Wei Fanyin bore no resemblance to his birth mother, at this moment—perhaps drunk—he was reckless, precisely because he was drunk.

“You… why are you trying to harm us?” Li Zhongyu raged, for Cheng Donglin had deliberately diverted the danger toward them.

Han Yue stared at Yang Yuanwu without speaking; such figures existed at every level—he had long known the seventh level would not lack such people.

Zhang Quansheng was the first to reach the rear compartment of the cart, rummaging through its contents; in truth, the rear compartment held nothing, yet Zhang Quansheng peeled back layer after layer, even pulling out the spare tire, yet found nothing at all.

“From another continent?” Gu Xuanzong’s eye twitched. “Mid-stage Golden Core? You tell me you’re from another continent?”

Whoosh—a vast expanse of heaven descended from the sky, like the heavens themselves falling, heavy upon the Jian Shi Zhenjun’s sword.

The Geng family swallowed their humiliation, merely shook their handkerchief fiercely, let out a cold snort, and rose to leave.

Yu Zichan watched Changsun Yun walk out, filled with bitter resentment—he had been so close to success.

He never doubted her intelligence; when helping Wu Xiangxue investigate Yao Xi, he had already known she was highly capable.

Some men, while having companions set their broken bones, still grinned at their former enemies, revealing bright white teeth.

Too hard to raise, so he sat on the cart and wove the wildflowers into two garlands, placing one on each head.

Later, he struggled into Suzhou City, met people, experienced events, even befriended Yang Pu—a “noble” by traditional definition—and eventually reached Jingcheng and entered the imperial court; the story seemed to be turning toward a better path.

First he ordered Zhao Ming to eliminate him in the mountains, then gathered the village’s able-bodied men to rescue him, and now publicly flatters him before everyone—what is his true intent?

Everything around him grew sharp and clear, yet waves of immense noise nearly overturned Wang Ye.

As Gu Qingyao returned to the sofa, Han Xiao pulled her over, and the two began whispering quietly, though no one knew what they said.

After assembling in the grand hall, the group boarded the school bus in batches, gradually returning to No. 1 High School.

Yet recalling the handsome soldier who had spoken to them at length—likely because they were from Yizhou—he kindly explained affordable, comfortable inns in Suzhou City and the regions ravaged by rebel forces, smiling warmly and kindly.

How shall we tell the people in each city the truth? And what will society become once they know it?

This “illegitimate son” had been well protected since the day he was born, taught by specialized instructors in every skill: shooting, hand-to-hand combat, driving, history, military strategy, art, even wine tasting and court etiquette.

Du Yi strolled leisurely, his steps short, yet strangely, after just a few steps, he had already covered dozens of zhang.

Watching the two depart, Shi Jue shook his head. Ten thousand li—even if they had ulterior motives, Shi Jue had more than enough time to safely bring Zhang Han back.

Gu Liuxi secretly followed Xi into the Celestial Prison and saw Xi open his arms, close his eyes, appearing utterly serene, as countless spirits continuously flowed into his body.