Volume One, Chapter 91: If You Desire It, and I Possess It
At three in the morning, Wen Xuyu opened her eyes in a haze, her mind muddled and confused. Darkness greeted her, and for a moment she couldn't tell where she was. After a few seconds of dazed silence, memories surged back, a wave of sorrow rising from the depths of her heart, spreading through her limbs. Tears burst forth unbidden, soaking her pillow as they slid down her cheeks.
The night was tranquil; perhaps the sword mages and sword cultivators who had been battling all day were exhausted, or plotting greater schemes. For once, there was an unusual accord—a rare ceasefire.
Zheng Tan made his way to the back courtyard. The boy, Liu Yao, was still playing alone with his toy car, as he had before. Sensing the unfamiliar visitor, he glanced up, his gaze lingering on Zheng Tan for two seconds before returning to his toy.
At this moment, the mercenaries, who had been seething with rage just moments before, began giving meaningful looks to Xing Jue. They dared not provoke anyone from the Bai household—not for any special reason, but simply because they could not afford to.
Xiao Jiannan was steady as a rock, unmoving except for the cigarette dangling from his lips.
Suddenly, Xing Jue’s hands moved with lightning speed, his ten fingers interlacing and merging. Above the valley, a ring of dark, eerie light exploded skyward.
Everyone watched in silence, knowing the outcome would soon be revealed after this violent clash.
There was no suspense: if Wang Cang was determined to win, the current law enforcement squad could not possibly withstand the combined might of the central district.
Ren Dan approached Long Yin, anger flashing in his eyes. Yet Long Yin was unfazed, glaring back with equal intensity, refusing to yield.
After these elite humans departed, Tian Xiang was left with tears streaming down his face. Tian Yao sighed deeply, placing a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.
The clean, porcelain-like cheeks, though not exactly delicate, exuded an innocence unmarred by blemish. Yet those blood-red eyes were exceedingly strange—this was, unmistakably, the Blood Sister who had once crossed paths with Xing Jue.
No one knew how much time had passed before he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. His bones cracked and popped like beans in a hot pan.
Just as Xu You used grain to lure the Wei army into attacking Cangyuan, Yuan Mulan now used herself as bait, gambling that Xu You would advance eastward.
The mist atop this mountain was peculiarly beautiful—red, pink, purple, gray, a cloud of many colors, soothing to the eye.
Xu Muzhou and Le Bing were both shocked, each thinking to counterattack at this moment, but their reactions were still a step too slow.
“Grain? Rice? White rice!” This time, the crowd below couldn’t contain themselves, whispering excitedly to one another. People, when overwhelmed with emotion, always want to share it.
The population around Fengdu had already been relocated, and most of the houses had been demolished. Demolition was easy for those who could lift a thousand pounds with one arm—a wall could be flattened with a single kick, a few people would rush in and smash everything, and a house would be leveled in no time.
On Liuzhou Island, although the vanguard had been sent out, the guards remained close by. The most capable fighters, equipped with the best weapons, led the way.
At the foot of the Broken Stone Hill, the group finally realized just how desolate the place was. Nothing but rocks as far as the eye could see—what else could there be?
Erwa chuckled, scratching the back of his head, clasped his fists and said, “Sorry, I’ll go with you another day.” Afraid that Liang Huan would scold him further, he dashed off in a flash.
The person who injured Zhao Anshen could not have been from the Duke of Mu’en’s household. Even if Fang Ying and the Duke had such intentions, the Grand Empress Dowager would never agree. Besides, Fang Ying’s child had not yet been born; who could predict the future? There was no need to rush.