Chapter 110: Xiao Feng, Tai Zu Chang Quan

The man wasn't afraid of being watched; his Tai Zu Chang Quan punched through the air with a "huh-huh" sound, continuous bursts of explosive wind echoing.

Zhao Ti stopped walking, his expression thoughtful.

The Tai Zu Chang Quan this man practiced differed not only from the version circulating outside but also from the one inside the palace.

Originally, the Tai Zu Chang Quan was identical inside and outside the palace, but over these years, the palace version remained unchanged, while outside, over a hundred years had passed, and many variations had emerged.

Each province

There was no lavish drinking or flesh-pools and meat-forests inside, yet there were plenty of people shouting loudly with off-key voices and lazy, inactive limbs.

As Yue again lunged forward, the man's broad face suddenly froze mid-laugh, and he let out a shout as he toppled backward.

"Won't you help me?" the Golden Mane Lion asked, dodging the shadow flying snakes while calling out to Jiang Chen.

The Divine Wood had not yet been secured, and his grandfather was still missing; each of these matters weighed heavily on his mind.

She trembled as she reached to pull back his sleeve and inspect the wound, but the man grew more excited at the sight of blood, drawing closer to them.

Princess Rong walked out drenched in cold sweat; the more she thought, the more she sensed something was wrong. The Empress Dowager seemed dissatisfied with this marriage, her words subtly criticizing it as mismatched in status.

Then, screams once again pierced the bamboo grove, startling birds into frantic flapping flight. Following the sound, far off they saw a naked man lying on an open patch of ground.

Even after Yu Sangning's carriage had left the parking lot, she remained seated, dazed.

When A Xun and the others heard this, they were first stunned, then relieved—they remembered the powder Fang Yan had given them; otherwise, their brothers outside might have died on the spot.

Ji Fan Yue didn't utter a single word of hesitation; she directly ordered the old physician to test the Chan Yan Vine in front of everyone.

Thinking of this, Liang Chen sighed and shook his head, pushing the thought aside for now; what mattered most was gaining a deep understanding of the entire great array, otherwise how could he hope to break it?

Yet, had it not been for the Daoist Priest's warning, he might never have noticed this detail—other feng shui masters would have found it even harder to see; should he warn Zhang Yuanzhi later?

A few outgoing men directly called Ma Jin "brother," and Ma Jin was preliminarily accepted by his colleagues.

The warhorse crashed to the ground; Ashina Simo used the momentum of his fall to break free from the spiked club's pressure, rolled once on the ground, and put some distance between himself and Wang Dahu.

The last middle-aged man, showing signs of age, frowned deeply and analyzed solemnly.

Especially those last two lines: "Human life holds sorrow, joy, separation, reunion; the moon waxes, wanes, dims, brightens—such things have always been hard to perfect; may we live long, sharing the same moonlight across a thousand miles."

But from the city's fall to the news reaching Pyongyang took three full days; Pyongyang took time to respond, issue orders, and by the time the first Goryeo army arrived to suppress the rebellion, nearly ten days had passed.

"Looks like this year's unarmed combat candidates have a chance," Si Yu murmured, then turned to urge everyone to begin cultivation.

Just as Zhou Nan was at a loss, the great hall's door suddenly opened, letting in a cool breeze.

But as the struggle for the succession grew fiercer, and Prince Qin and Yan Yi stood in opposition, their relationship grew increasingly distant; until recently, when Prince Qin was deposed, Consort De grew to hate them both, constantly causing trouble for them in the palace.

Look at how the Emperor gazed at Xi Ronghua tonight, and the faint smile on his lips—he's like a cat that stole cream; contrast that with the grim face he's worn all this time, and Zhao Qing knew exactly what the Emperor intended.

"And you?" Guo Honglei asked out of nowhere. His eyes, though weary from illness, remained sharp and focused, deep and unwavering.

"Yes," Qin Hong sighed in relief: "Thank goodness I arrived in time." If anyone else had seen A Wan's face, the trouble would have been immense—he couldn't bear to imagine Xie Zhi being violated, even so much as startled.