Chapter 239: Prefect of Kaifeng, Governor of Dongjing (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Before long, it was the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth month, and Dongjing City was filled with festive cheer.

This year was different from before: the court had launched military campaigns abroad, expanding its territory and seizing a landmass equivalent to nearly half of Western Xia.

Though such matters brought little actual benefit to the common people—and even drained their labor and wealth—strong state meant strong people, and strong people meant strong national prestige, a mutually reinforcing relationship.

The court governed the Six Extremes, with all eight directions paying tribute; vassal states bowed before it, and the people stood taller, speaking with greater confidence.

He could not imagine what would happen if his identity were exposed, but one thing was certain: he would never leave this place again. No matter how powerful a man might be, he could not fight against an army, especially not here, in Base 51.

Right now, time was the most critical factor; no one knew how long the beast battles would last—perhaps slowly, or perhaps immediately.

Xue Ming glanced at Gu Lao; his aura had not faded, and thick killing intent surged forth, as if ready to erupt at any moment.

Yet his expression remained wary, for in that moment of perception, something felt off—the punch striking his body had felt unnatural, as if hitting something hard and unyielding.

Indeed, every thug who knew of this man’s abilities sighed upon hearing of his release from prison.

Sela Zade smiled: “It seems Joshua is already desperate. Very well, let’s head to the Conduit Workshop for the next exam.”

At this moment, Ling Xiao was glad he had moved the beauty cream and related research materials elsewhere. Had he not, and had the police seized them under the guise of investigation, who would he have appealed to?

One legend after another coalesced into China’s unique mythology, revealing a complete and intricate divine system—no one could help but marvel at its vast depth.

First came the manufacturing of machine tools: materials, processes, logic—no level could afford the slightest error.

The four had planned to arrive early, but were held up for a long while by a livestreamer who was genuinely drunk.

Afterward, the bride’s parents grew increasingly opposed, so she decided to act decisively: she married outright, making the deed irreversible.

Two Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators had come—clearly, those behind this were determined to kill Yu.

Hearing this, Ning Ye clenched his teeth. If only he had any power now, he would have killed these two bastards on the spot.

Yet she did not wish to have further contact with Bo Jingshen—such closeness would easily expose her. She nodded and hurried out.

After entering, Zhou Fan stated his identity and produced a medical report.

Lin floated upward, keeping her buttocks off the ground, barely lifting her head, then placed both hands on the table and nodded.

“The inner disciples’ side will rely on you, Brother Ye—you’ve been in the inner sect for so long, surely you have some connections?”

Jun Mo Shang felt her fingers trembling, as if something were hidden in her palm. He smiled. The light fell, casting a soft glow over his sharp, austere features.

When the spring of the forty-third year of the Xia calendar arrived, the ice and snow of the Northern Sea had not yet fully melted, yet Wang Rui began leading the vanguard forward—after all, the distance from She Diao City through all of Xianbeiya to Taixi Continent stretched over ten thousand li; early planning was essential.

Sai Hua Tuo suddenly pulled his hand back, making the iron chains clatter loudly, then patted his belly.

Seeing this, Liu Jun froze—he had not expected Li Yang to be a martial artist, let alone one with such skill. Instinctively, he switched tactics, changing from a grappling hold to military fist techniques, swinging a punch toward Li Yang’s head.

Yet this simple, coarse-looking giant elicited a look of deep respect from Li Tan, the current leader of the Zuo Gang, who personally poured him a full cup of red wine.