Chapter 88: High Fifth Rank

Half an hour later, Ye Cheng had risen to the fifth-grade upper tier.

However, Lin Yaoxue’s cheeks were slightly pale, and there was no color at the corners of her lips.

“Your Majesty, you expend your inner power for this humble one, even raising my cultivation. What merit could I possibly have? I do not even know what to say.”

Ye Cheng was deeply moved. He pitied this capricious woman and reached out to stroke the soft and alluring little...

I was honestly breaking out in a sweat when I heard that. What, what? Leftover from New Year’s? It had been half a year already, and who knew whether it had passed its shelf life. If it had expired, so be it; if it just failed to light, that would not be much either. What I feared was that, if it did go off, it would be even more powerful than before it expired.

“It is not time yet. Why are you so anxious?” The old man glared at his foolish disciple, slowly eating a slice of watermelon, from time to time lifting his sleeve to wipe the juice from the corner of his mouth. He looked much like Chen Haoran.

On the sixth day after Huo Qubing crossed the Yanzhi Mountains, the Xiongnu garrison in the western city finally received word that the Han army would soon launch an attack there. At once, the entire western city fell into panic. The soldiers defending the walls began moving the Chanyu’s valuables, and the wives and children of the Chanyu and the Prince of Huxu also began packing their belongings and preparing to flee.

At this moment, she finally had the chance to hold the man she loved in her arms. Though he was not conscious, in that instant Huo Ying felt content.

Yin Jisuan had always been fickle and unpredictable, and few could ever make him willingly yield. By then, even if we found him, he might not agree to help us.” Qing Kuang shook his head and sighed, voicing his concern.

Li Laosi stepped outside, pushed the broken bicycle into the doorway, then went into the room and took out a bicycle rear seat and a large box of tools.

“Sis, what are you doing? It looks less like home than if you weren’t even here!” I could not help complaining when I realized it was the older sister.

The rule of the Southern Liang court permitted imperial princes to hear state affairs, but not to deliberate on them. Thus Xiao Beiping and Xiao Beiding were both present in the Fengtian Hall for the morning audience, though they were not allowed to speak. Duan Zhong naturally saw them as well.

Throughout the entire northern underworld, aside from Mad God, no one knew how Qiao Ke thought. Even Mad God only knew that Qiao Ke had told him two words—no, rather, had written two words.

“I know!” The old coach let out a thunderous shout, leaving everyone at Pinghui stunned. It was the first time they had ever seen their coach like this.

People seized upon the wording used by the Lin steward, Lin Hu. Facing the Lord of the Ghost Prison, Lin Hu had actually spoken the word compensation.

“That depends on the person, or rather, on the target. After all, no matter how polite we are, we still cannot offer courteous greetings to a vicious and venomous beast.” Li Qingyuan said with a faint smile.

“Heh heh, this friend of mine has the surname Lin. He is no ordinary man.” Xu Yan kept them guessing.

But by then it was already too late. Leng Qiushuang’s hand had already touched that object.

“Here’s what we’ll do. We’re out working right now, so you just wait. Once we’ve delivered this current load of people, we’ll come get you. It probably won’t be until this afternoon. Just go on and do whatever you were going to do.” After the person on the other end said that, he hung up.

This time, Jiang Yikang and the other two sat even more attentively beside Tang Daguan, memorizing every movement he made, while at the same time observing every blade of grass and tree on the vast Mount Heaven before their eyes.

The sword intent, invisible and formless, once again filled the surrounding space. Though the eye could not see it, one could faintly hear the clear cry of a sword’s edge, and also feel the bone-deep chill that seemed able to slice through the skin.

Not for anything else, but precisely as shown in the present scene. This Ghost Shadow Flash could be understood as an invincible technique.

The color of beast fire was forever red, carrying a faint scent of blood. Yet the more flames it absorbed, the more traits the beast fire acquired, and the greater its power became.

Immediately after, Jiang Chonglang projected a second photograph on the slideshow. In the picture, Yang Qianting stood at the entrance of a large shopping mall, posing with a scissors hand gesture for the camera.