Volume 1, Chapter 47: The Princess is Missing

In the dead of the Chou hour, Gu Han was startled awake by a sudden chill. He turned to look outside—the window had been left open.

"Pass down the order, have all soldiers heighten their vigilance. Send our scouts out further; within a radius of fifty li on either flank of the main army, I want everything in plain sight." After much deliberation, Mạc Đăng Dung could only conclude that this was the sole course of action.

Mo Li directly rolled his eyes. This old fellow was as troublesome as ever, always insisting on getting to the bottom of every question. He would never stop until he had dug up eighteen generations of one's ancestors. This was the aspect of Mo Li that left him utterly helpless, yet he could do nothing to change it.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Allen muttered, repeating the same word over and over again as tears welled up uncontrollably. Even though he refused to admit defeat, he had to acknowledge that this time, they were truly trapped in a desperate situation.

"The mirror? Where is my mirror?" They were still holding my hand, but I hurriedly yanked it away, searching frantically for the mirror Yulang Qi had given me just a moment ago.

In the Continent of Myriad Martial Arts, as long as one possessed formidable strength, moral character seemed to matter very little. Greedy individuals, provided they were strong enough, could easily acquire the material wealth to satisfy their desires.

The floodwaters in the valley had receded significantly. Judging by Yi's estimation, he could now wade across. He smiled bitterly and looked up toward the east, only to see a pale sliver of dawn appearing on the eastern horizon; daybreak was imminent.

Two days later, in a hundred-li stretch of gobi desert in the western region of the Land of Death, the soil was saturated with a thick, pungent scent of blood, causing countless animals to flee rather than linger, hurriedly rushing off into the distance. Only a few wild wolves and a dozen or so ravens remained, continuously scavenging the ground for leftover corpses and bones.

The Green Tribulation was still a tribulation, and moreover, the lightning serpent's thunder tribulation was one controlled by a spirit, making this power of heaven and earth utterly unpredictable. It depended entirely on the lightning serpent's mastery of the laws and his own capacity to endure.

Qin Hu's expression turned stern as he immediately replied, "Rest assured, I will go right now to step up shift rotations and strictly protect General Lao Zhong!" Hanging up the phone, Qin Hu immediately summoned his subordinates along with Chen Liang, who had not yet departed for Xiangnan University, and relayed Lin Yichen's instructions to them.

Yang Qiqi nodded with a heart full of worry and was just about to speak when Anliang's voice came from outside: "Your Highness, it is done!"

Geng Gong pondered in silence for a long time before finally saying, "To crush the enemy barbarians, we need a full month. Fan Qiang, Yan Qiang, transmit my command: starting today, our daily grain and forage rations are to be cut by two-thirds of the usual amount!" Fan Qiang left in resentful frustration.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes surrounding the square, the nearly thousand-zhang-wide Fiery Cloud Demonic Blood Pillar fiercely smashed into the body of the thousand-zhang sonic demonic dragon. Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the colossal pillar pierced straight through the dragon's massive form.

With that, the brawny man walked behind him, unlocked the door of the large iron cage, and stepped inside. Cold-faced, his gaze followed the man, glancing toward the massive iron cage. It was only then that he noticed the cage was packed with a dense mass of dark figures—about a hundred people in all.

After Murong Zhao finished his meal and left the Shuxi Yuan, Yang Qiqi had a chair moved out to the courtyard so she could sunbathe.

Although his value was entirely due to the vigorous backing of the Jingwu Sect, no one could say for certain whether he might ever leave it.

Yang Fu was so furious he was shaking with rage, yet he knew well that family scandals should not be aired in public. If word got out that Yang Jingjian had visited a vaudeville theater during his mourning period, the future of the legitimate eldest son would be completely ruined.

When Chu Nanan claimed that the Jin people had a guaranteed victory in establishing their empress, she was actually underestimating the difficulty. How many emperors of Great Yan had desired to elevate their favorite imperial concubines to the throne? Yet in the end, things invariably fell short of their wishes.