Chapter 25

The practice of donating land to the gentry has become rampant, and there is a saying that perfectly captures the severity of the situation: "Once a scholar passes the provincial examinations, they immediately accept land donations and become wealthy."

He then added, "Brother Jia, thank you for your help today on behalf of the entire Big Dipper Sect. This is a token of our sect; should you ever have any needs in the future, simply present this to any of our disciples at the Green Mist Sword Sect." With that, he handed over an object resembling a token.

Yongning Avenue is the main thoroughfare of the capital, leading straight to the Yongning Gate. Even with his extensive experience in surviving assassination attempts, Qin Fengyi had not expected an attack to occur on such a prominent street.

"Are you planning to write all these wedding invitations yourself?" Linlang noticed the several bundles piled by the table leg and exclaimed in surprise. Naturally, their wedding would not be a hasty affair; the Xi and Shen families were both prestigious and deep-rooted clans with intricate social networks. The preliminary list alone contained over a thousand names.

It was the first time Zhang Yan had seen a feudal prince make such a grand display and still turn a profit, for Qin Fengyi had declared that on New Year's Day, he would ride on a parade float to celebrate with the common people.

Since Ye Chu had acted as the "matchmaker" between him and Ye Jiarou, he would reluctantly treat her to a grand meal, which could be considered compensation for what was soon to transpire.

Xie Mao had only brought two guards, while the Yang estate, despite its vast number of people and chaotic horses, possessed unexpectedly low combat effectiveness.

Upon arriving at the Prince Yu estate, the family first went to see the Princess. She smiled and said, "You’ve returned just in time; I was just saying that if you didn't arrive soon, I would have sent someone to look for you." As she spoke, she reached out her arms to Dayang, who ran over to cuddle with her great-great-aunt.

Xie Mao had spent months of patience fishing him in, and he was satisfied enough just to have him in his bed; he was not picky about the finer details. Since there was no affection involved—merely a physical release—it mattered not to Xie Mao whether Yi Feishi’s responses were genuine or feigned.

Driven by a fit of rage, the three abandoned their mutual suspicions, moving with lightning speed and unleashing their ultimate techniques as they charged at Chu Chen.

Although he was a transmigrator with a system, he was, at the end of the day, a youth from the 21st century. It was only natural that his legs would turn to jelly when facing a fierce general of Huang Feihu's caliber.

Ximen Manor is not large; it is merely a village that originally belonged only to the Ximen family, which gradually expanded to the dozen or so households it contains today.

Most of the nurses and doctors in the hospital are officers of the Alliance Army, along with special forces trainees like Jiang Lan who specialize in medicine. They move in and out with a casual air, but every action is under the surveillance of the central AI, requiring the utmost caution.

He wanted to take a taxi home and pay upon arrival, but unfortunately, Xuan Yalan and the others had gone to Huangfu Xuanqing’s place to hang out, and with no one at home, Na Tie had no choice but to find another way back.

A flicker of disdain crossed Qing Hong’s dark eyes; she truly did not hold Shui Mian’s meager skill in high regard, but in front of so many people, she still had to put on a show.

"Judging by their attire and their method of killing, their identities are already confirmed," Yang Rui said.

Yet at this very moment, rolling waves of mental energy had already saturated the surroundings, as if darkness had blanketed the entire sky and earth.

Rou Lan watched Qing Hong’s retreating figure, her brows twitching involuntarily as cold sweat broke out on her forehead. While the statement was true, there was no need to say it with such righteous confidence.

Bruce clawed at his throat, feeling a powerful force gripping his neck and hoisting him upward. He thrashed his injured leg desperately, blood staining the ground.

No one wanted to die, especially after experiencing so many perils. Yet, when they turned back, their eyes met the captain’s firm expression and the smile on his lips.

Perhaps, it was time for a change? There were many beautiful women among the survivors, many of whom had cast flirtatious glances his way before. Could his previous insistence on remaining single and obsessively practicing swordsmanship have been a mistake?

At the very least, a spiked club was far more useful than a sword; one could simply swing it wildly and crush a skull in a single blow.

It stood to reason; she had neither given Li Qing her phone number nor told him where she lived, so naturally, he had to ask others for her contact information and address.

Thus, Zhang Xuan expanded his mental energy until it reached about twelve hundred meters, at which point his strength began to falter.

Leiland had no time to see the movements of the person behind him; the stench of air ionized by intense electrical currents had already flooded his olfactory senses, which were far superior to those of an ordinary human. The familiar sound echoing in his eardrums only made his heart grow colder and more panicked.

Su Lingxuan exhaled slowly, his expression grim and his face slightly flushed. He held his White Fox Tachi in a reverse grip, pointing obliquely toward the sky. Behind him, the assassin, who had been wielding a thick-backed broadsword with both hands, remained frozen in his striking stance as if turned to stone.

There was only one explanation for this situation: the people here had been killed while almost completely off-guard. Only someone from within could have achieved such a thing.

If she could have spoken, Zhang Xuan wouldn't be standing here; Hong Yin would have already scurried over to discuss the competition with Margaret.

Beneath the blood-red firmament, at the bottom of the lake where the two dragons contended for the pearl, three bolts of lightning struck the black urn atop the black platform. The urn shuddered violently, and a faint crack appeared on its surface.

Qing Yan muttered "Mandala, Mandala!" to herself. Suddenly, a flash of insight struck her, as if she had recalled something, but her thoughts were pulled away when her purse was snatched.

At this moment, Wei Xinhan and Tie Xiong were finally persuaded to calm down, though their worried expressions remained as they kept their eyes anxiously fixed on the movements over by Lei Hu.

He still did not react, his shoulders remaining rigid. Lost in deep thought, Yu Xie did not notice.