Volume One, Chapter 44: The Tyrant Cao Cao Rises Once More

The Yellow River surged relentlessly at Guandu Pass. Liu Xie stood on the riverbank, watching the fleet slowly approach from the opposite shore, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Cao Cao has arrived,” he murmured.

Once the currents stabilized, they tied ropes and ventured into the water to inspect, only to find nothing beneath the surface. The riverbed was nothing but ordinary sandstone, seamless and intact, as if no cavities had ever existed, no strange fish had ever appeared.

Jiang Wan muttered the same two words repeatedly, scouring the dance floor and bar area, yet there was no sign of Zhang He anywhere. She was on the verge of biting her lip to bleeding, frustration and unwillingness welling up inside her.

I shrugged as if it were routine. My mother kept signaling my brother to chase after her, but he, uncharacteristically, refused and instead returned to the sofa. This infuriated my mother, yet she dared not scold him aloud for fear my sister-in-law would learn of his neglect.

Putting aside whether he had the strength to summon the Fourth Blade, the man was already down—how could there be a Fourth Blade?

The numerous experiences, lessons, and accumulations after arriving at the sword hall were merely supplementary; they did not constitute the main framework for this entirely new ability.

Yakumo Yukari smiled serenely as countless messages flooded the chat, all eager to join the Yun Alliance. Secretly, a sinister smile curled on her lips.

Whenever Gu Xixi thought of Teng Qiming and Su Zhen, she despised herself deeply for failing to cherish the happiness before her.

The heroes in Li Bai’s poems could kill a man within ten steps, but Chu Jiangyue now left a skeleton with every step, as if strolling leisurely through a garden, wielding his blade with effortless ease.

“No need for your hypocrisy!” Lin Min, standing nearby, overheard Gu Xixi’s words and suddenly snapped sharply, attempting to pull her away.

On Poloro Island, silence reigned. The branch school officers cleaning the battlefield, the secular media who had rushed overnight, the trainees in intensive training, and some anxious parents who had also come in the night—all were unaware of the events unfolding in the dormitory area of the Sea God Temple.

Yashui Xingxing produced a green ark. Then, merging into the rosy mist, the ark soon glowed with a jade-like translucence.

I shook my head, then pinched the bridge of my nose and fell into deep thought. There was definitely a ghost haunting this villa, but its origin was unclear to me. Too many illusions had appeared tonight, populated by too many people, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

“But why can I freely enter the Withered Wood Courtyard and cultivate anytime beneath the Chaotian Treasure Tree?” Tang Xia’er asked.

Atlan was Smith’s hometown. After his death, his wife Elena buried him there. Due to pressing matters, Mo Feng had only attended Smith’s funeral and had never returned. Now, with some free time, he decided to come pay tribute to his old friend.

Of course, Shao Pictures could film in some theaters owned by Debao, given that Debao rented from Shao Pictures, but combined, the two chains had fewer than thirty theaters.

Wang Ning remained silent, biting her lip and tilting her head to glare at me, tears welling in her eyes.

Last night, I truly tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Arriving in a familiar city always brought thoughts of that familiar person. A love that never truly began, extinguished before it could start, somehow always lingered in memory.

Wang Ning and I cleaned the room together, and from that moment on, it became our home.

Especially with Mo Yufei’s Vajra mental power, it had formed an invisible yet potent spell-like force. Coupled with Gui Xian’er’s spiritual turtle mental power, the protective power was even more formidable.