[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn":3,"chapter-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-93":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Thirteen Years as King of the Great Song, I Learned I Was the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2271788,4437,"Chapter 93: Soaring Free Above the Hundred-Foot Tower","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-93",93,"\u003Cp>No matter what Wang Jing did to move the body, as long as the bloodstains remained, he had no way to defend himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The panicked horse bolted away, dragging the man surnamed Duan dozens of zhang at high speed, screaming continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Bao Dachang, weapon quality on the island is generally ranked by grade: the lowest is inferior grade, followed by common grade and fine grade; for most people, a fine-grade weapon is already quite excellent, and such weapons typically involve careful selection of materials and craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Fatty turned to look at Yang Chen, he found Yang Chen staring at him with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot, clearly not taking his words seriously, which made him extremely annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you all standing around for? Who fired the gun? Don’t you know internal conflict is forbidden in the community?” Lin Jin’s tone was cold, radiating an icy aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lay on the bed without any grace, eyes open, the image of Qing Fei blocking a sword blow for her flashing vividly again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, she lost track of time; Su Yunxi’s expression had gone numb, and she just sat there grinning vacantly, unaware she’d long left the snow mountain region, while Lin Shi had simply fallen asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woodcutter’s axe flew sideways, severing the funeral banner before Colonel Qi, cutting off his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a critically injured patient rushed to the ER—even if they’d already stopped breathing when brought in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Pengcheng, not some place for the Ke family to run wild!” Wan Junmei shoved Wen Yao behind her; as she shouted, Wen family guards surrounded the main hall in three layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad man’s strike missed; he smoothly shifted his staff from a downward strike to a horizontal sweep. The staff, nearly eight chi long, left Wei Jie no room to dodge or evade—he could only raise his right arm to block the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Mo sneezed, muttering under his breath: Why do I always feel something’s off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he immediately ordered everyone to maintain distance and attack, avoiding letting the enemy’s final desperate move cost them their lives—it simply wasn’t worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Renzhi’s expression changed; he remembered something and turned to look at the security captain still lying on the ground, his eyes asking for confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being startled by that gaze once, Tian Mo took it seriously—Mei’er’s recent changes had been too numerous, and had he simply not noticed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man was the legendary hermit whom Bei Qi Yun occasionally mentioned, a national treasure of the Shitian Divine Empire, a reclusive master of swordsmanship—the Sword Saint, Sheng Kexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protection level of energy shields isn’t always better when higher; human warship shield technology can already distinguish between internal and external threats—for example, a warship can maintain its shield to block incoming ion cannons while allowing its own ion cannons to pass through unimpeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the place they’d seen, it had long been looted countless times, so no good items could remain here, let alone anything worthy of being called a “treasure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bo Wang became a phantom, appearing beside Chu Yan, standing with hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the three jade altars before him, his eyes shimmering with faint light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Yin Jianwei glanced at them and waved his hand: “That’s enough for today. Go back to your rooms and reflect deeply. Go.” Then he left first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, everyone regrouped and boarded the bus. After leaving Y City, the vehicle headed toward the scenic area. Outside the windows stretched winding mountain roads with nine bends and eighteen turns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aunt Gu, I’d never lie to you—I really don’t know.” Li Feng’s face flushed; he felt he’d just made another childish blunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched, he couldn’t help tapping a rhythm on the table with his fingers, gradually becoming absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she’d always played supporting roles, her pay never dropped below one million, and sometimes reached two or three million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spring Festival? Too late now.” He was surprised—it was already October, only four months until Spring Festival; selling pigs before Spring Festival? Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the visitors were finally bearable—each one a talent, and all spoke pleasantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seats in front, behind, and on both sides of this one were empty; some boys felt uneasy, thinking they should’ve sat in that section instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sank into deep thought; Murong Bing didn’t rush him, only watching him with a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why Tian Dali prepared to enter the Spirit Realm… from the moment Liu Runian decided to send Tian Dali to Longxiang Mountain, this guy had already prepared for the worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step exuded imperial majesty, making onlookers feel an invisible mountain pressing down on their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the group decided to march en masse to Longshou Mountain, kneeling outside every palace gate and wailing like ghosts and wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Sovereign of the Nether Realms, upon hearing this, flew into a rage—but when he saw Ye Mu’s face, his fury instantly vanished, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, chilling him to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, the young man clearly serving as the enemy commander suddenly moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Zixi continued speaking with her eyes closed, her head never leaving the soft pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped out of the private room; the deafening music immediately made An Duxia frown—but the restroom’s soundproofing was decent. She stared at her red-lipped reflection in the mirror and sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must throw a magnificent wedding, making all of Chaoyang know she alone was Xiao Mocheng’s only Jin Princess Consort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Wang Han suddenly stopped walking and speaking, raising his hand to signal everyone to stay silent and still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! I swear I’ll innovate and carry out the publicity perfectly!” Wang Junshuai saluted.\u003C\u002Fp>",968,"2026-06-19T22:30:31.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9270d3c260d27c5b0ed9b1de7af98b9975249f5750e4c0f3aa559ba873020782","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-94","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-92",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-cover.jpg"]