Volume 1, Chapter 22: Undercover

"Such a clandestine matter, unknown even to my mother, yet Prince Liang is aware of it. Empress Zhou is truly formidable," Gan Ran mused for a moment, speaking languidly.

Their bodies appeared to be composed of countless flowing blue lightning bolts; as they trod upon the earth, each step left behind a scorched, charred footprint.

The Dowager Concubine said to Aunt Yu, "Help her up and get her seated; she must be frightened out of her wits." She turned her head toward A-Xin and added, "Go and summon Concubine Ning. Ask her to explain exactly what is going on." A-Xin acknowledged the order and departed.

Fang Baihua was in a state of disarray, hesitating over whether this summoned horse could even be ridden, when Zhao Hao already raised his sword and galloped off in pursuit. Worried that Zhao Hao might come to harm, Wu Song and Zhao Chuan followed closely behind, leaving Fang Baihua no choice but to leap onto her horse and chase after them in haste.

Likewise, Skanda was faring no better. Amidst his shrill, furious roars, a section of his clay chest collapsed, and as he swayed and tumbled toward the ground, it became clear that this was a battle of equals.

Originally, this wouldn't be considered a flaw—he was, after all, a bandit, and he used whatever methods were most effective. However, he found himself subconsciously employing these same tactics against Helan Yao. Although he hadn't landed a hit yet, what if... what if, as his cultivation level increased, he actually struck her? What would he do then?

Chen Tang stared at Ace, remaining silent, while the rapier in his hand pressed forward with slight force, the blade piercing one-tenth of a millimeter into Ace's brow.

Although Tiao Tiao had been exposed to computers for a very long time, his years of fighting and physical training had honed his bodily functions to a level that perfectly surpassed the vast majority of professional gamers.

"There are many fakes on West Street. You must never go there to buy anything. [Imperial Palace Joys: The First Poisonous Empress]" Prince Qing cautioned.

Baron Henry of Rodok and his soldiers sat aboard their triangular-sailed warships. In an era where land travel had barely developed, the Nords had few rivals along the coast. Their longships, capable of sailing from either end, made both advance and retreat simple, while their excellently improved keels allowed them to shoulder the burden of ocean voyages.

Seeing Zhang Yaming's actions, Helen did not stand on ceremony. Mimicking him, she plucked a cucumber and took a bite, immediately followed by a strange expression on her face and an exclamation of surprise.

Both had slept much during the day, and now they found themselves unable to drift off. Lying in bed, they began to talk.

Fu Yingying’s eyes were bloodshot. In the end, she said nothing more, merely stepping forward until she was almost pressing against Xia Hanting.

Huang Yuangui was a super-soldier who had just joined the Special Operations Division. He had been transferred here to take charge of local biochemical beast suppression missions before his training had even lasted a month.

That tank also came under attack. With a sound like countless steel wires snapping, the armored war machine disintegrated into a pile of scrap metal.

"Don't worry about that. Once we break the grand formation, I will immediately handle the matter of the sheep entrails. By the way, do you have any medicine for treating wounds?" When Ye Nan made his breakthrough in T Province, Sun Lin had been severely injured while covering him. Although he hadn't said anything aloud, he had kept it in his heart.

That room was generally used by people playing on the beach to store their clothes and wash up. It was likely Evangeline had gone for a swim in the ocean again that evening.

Having said this, he leaned over and kissed Xie contentedly. Amidst her playful scolding, he slipped away, ducking into the kitchen to busy himself with his culinary creations.

He knew something of his uncle's plans, and it was precisely because he knew that he pressed forward with such unswerving determination.

The cheering that followed the silence was particularly intense. Although Zhang Jiabao had never really held real power while in Huiting, his performance during the siege had earned the recognition of many. Having fought side-by-side, many soldiers were on good terms with him; Zhang Jiabao felt that his wedding night was likely in jeopardy.

The King of Kui’s body trembled slightly. Sitting atop his holy beast, he had no intention of fighting Ye Yan—if even the Li Beast could be slaughtered by him, he would be no exception. He hurriedly fled. Lacking the ability to command demonic beasts like the Li Beast, he instantly unleashed his Source Qi. The aura of a Saint King steadily rose, surging toward the void.

Indeed, Chen Chujian was not joking. What he said, he did. It truly became an imperial secondary palace, and because of this, it became the only sect to survive.

Regarding these people, aside from Liu Qilong, Duoduo, Liu Qingfeng, and Liu Qingbei—to whom Sun Yue had told the truth—he simply managed the rest. As for Liu Wanfeng, he had dismissed him by letting him ponder movie plots.

Ning Qi suddenly walked over, placed a cup of iced coffee on the table, and spoke to Li Wei in an apologetic tone.

The eldest son of the Fan family had even prepared for the worst; even if Zhu Shun could find enough craftsmen, the issue of bleaching would always constrain the output of the paper workshop.

This... would make it significantly easier for her to tamper with the script and abuse her power for personal gain.

"Not yet, but as long as we know who it is, it will be easy to handle. Your Imperial Father will explain it to you slowly; listen patiently." The Empress interjected.

At this moment, he had broken through to the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit. His spirit was abundant, and that primordial incarnation, resembling a Heavenly Emperor, appeared even more majestic and noble. Surrounded by the aura of a Heavenly Emperor, the pressure it emitted was soul-shaking.

Every spoonful promised a surprise; the combination of different ingredients mixed into the porridge created a texture that was truly appetizing.

Having only taken two steps, these attendants—accustomed to a peaceful life where they wouldn't even dare kill a chicken—could not withstand the aura of war and smoke clinging to such a fierce man as Yang the Bald.

When that hideous ghost face let out that cry, I knew he was no longer simply Zhang Lingsu.

"It's you!" Alastair was startled. Having been wounded by Cui Bin last time, he hadn't expected him to track him here.

Zhang Zhijie merely smiled without speaking, which only made Zhuang Liuyun feel colder. She began to waver, for she truly could not see through this young man before her, as all the schemes she had painstakingly devised had ultimately been defeated by him.

A servant took the cotton cloth and delivered it to Ji Heng. Ji Heng carefully touched it and found that the fabric was woven very densely; although it felt slightly coarse, it was very flat, and the thickness of the entire piece was uniform. He praised it inwardly, then signaled for the others in the great hall to examine it.

It was King Helu of Wu. I hadn't expected him to appear at this moment. I hadn't seen him during the earlier battle and assumed he had taken the chance to slip away; I never imagined he had been hiding nearby, waiting precisely for the moment when the Elder of Zhiguang let down his guard.