Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Hidden Hand Behind the Scenes

Countless bursts of light collided, moved, exploded, and scattered, dazzling and vibrant, like a grand and spectacular underwater fireworks display.

Last time, a great deal of benefit was gained from Dialect; this steward immediately began to chatter away.

Fan Weiwei’s eyes shone with admiration and respect—doing a good deed is not difficult, but doing good deeds throughout a lifetime is the real challenge. Life’s difficulty lies not in a moment of outburst, but in long-term perseverance.

The Divine Slayer General responded in a deep voice. Rumor had it that Chu Wuli possessed the strength of a Celestial Master, but no one had ever witnessed it firsthand. The Divine Slayer General was equally confident in his own abilities; among the imperial army, he could suppress the other seven divine generals, his fighting power second only to the Crown Prince. Chu Wuli, a man with no background, was certainly someone he felt confident about confronting.

If the Xuantian Sword Sect did not initiate an attack on the Manifest Sect, the Manifest Sect would not provoke the madman Chu Wuli. Otherwise, if Xuantian Sword Sect were to press in force, Manifest Sect had already experienced that pressure and suffered losses. In local disputes, Xuantian Sword Sect undoubtedly held the upper hand.

It was a pity that peace had reigned across the Four Seas for too long; now there were rarely opportunities for him to charge forth and quell rebellious subjects.

Yet, being too fierce was not good either. If everyone avoids him, how could that work? After some thought, he summoned two personal guards and instructed them to immediately deliver his message to Xiao Hua and Wang Yuanbao, asking them to relay it respectively to the Five Nobles and Seven Families of Great Tang, the Four Families of Guanzhong, the Huazhu clan of Jiangnan, and representatives of powerful merchants in Chang’an.

As they spoke, Redbeard took out his communication jade talisman, intending to exchange imprints with Dialect. Dialect did not decline; he most enjoyed befriending forthright people. In the past, his cultivation and status prevented him from exchanging imprints with Redbeard, a Divided Spirit cultivator; now, that worry was gone, so he also took out his communication jade talisman.

Even though Lin Shuo had only imperial-level cultivation, these late-stage Saint realm experts dared not show any disrespect toward him.

Wind Lie was wild and arrogant; his contemptuous words echoed across the world, enraging everyone to the extreme.

Li Tianliang poured out all his thoughts in one breath, and only then did everyone understand what was truly happening.

For this battle, the Eighth Route Army convened a high-level meeting to discuss new tactics under the changing circumstances, focusing on light firepower centered on grenade launchers and flamethrowers, and, after seizing large quantities of Japanese artillery, the army’s new strategies.

Seeing this, Fang Hong hurriedly took out the water bottle he had just put away and generously offered it.

Although Misaka spoke in a low voice, her tone was anything but quiet; furthermore, Li Yu was the center of attention, and Misaka’s words instantly reached everyone’s ears.

But what exactly was hidden beneath it? Wei Qinghe shook her head, thinking it might just be her own illusion.

From the synthesis of the alloy blade, it was clear that the crystal’s energy had been absorbed into the alloy blade, causing a new transformation.

Many years ago, that mad old man had told him that only those living in this era could change it. He himself was a remnant of the era, and so never had the chance, placing his hopes on him. Regrettably, he too had followed in that old man’s footsteps.

After the National Army wiped out the retreating Japanese forces in the city, they then shifted troops to sweep the battlefield outside the city.

First was the “blonde defeated dog” trope: as the childhood friend with blonde hair, she was consistently defeated in the imperial court rivalry against the black-haired “fall-from-the-sky” type.

It seemed either not all the secret agents at Shangyuan Village had confessed, or the Japanese commander hadn’t disclosed the entire plan to them.

How bitter and helpless can one feel? Wearing such clothes—what’s the difference compared to not wearing any? Is there any difference at all?

“So this is how it is, it makes me so angry. Lovers? Lovers, my foot—they’re having an affair!” Xia Qi exclaimed indignantly.

Looking around, finding nothing worth lingering over from the giant beast, he prepared to leave. This item would bring him tremendous benefit on his cultivation path in the future—there was no doubt about it.

The Blue Spider was now sitting on a short-haul flight from Bangkok to Khon Kaen. In thirty minutes, the plane would land at Khon Kaen airport, and the equipment needed by Sky Eagle would arrive immediately. Only then would Sky Eagle officially signal the decisive battle to Black Lizard.

“Huh?” When he saw the two figures clearly, Xing Fei’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could it be them?

“Susu, what’s wrong? Your eyes are red.” After Susu came out, a boy sitting nearby asked her.

“Some love is like tonight’s fireworks—brilliant, yet leaving no trace in each other’s lives...” Mi Jiu said somewhat sadly, as the fireworks cast a kaleidoscope of dreamlike colors on her cheeks.

No one could have imagined that this figure, counted among the highest authorities in all of Britain, would appear in Cambridge. Even more bewildering was that Prince Grey arrived alone, without a single attendant.

“In other words, there aren’t enough people?” Chu Tian frowned, finally understanding why Sister Hong had said so much.

Worried about their son, Ru Tian's parents accompanied him, the three flying together on broomsticks.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingzhi’s expression softened, and a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of his cool lips.

Sure enough, upon reaching the second floor, Manager Ma produced a note. It was brief, with these words: “I am aware of the situation. Do not act rashly. In ten days, we will go to the Northern Frontier in person.” It was signed by Mei Lan Zhu.

At dawn, Du Feng awoke, and upon leaving his room saw that Ding Qiang’s room was already lit. He knocked on Ding Qiang’s door.

The next day, preparations for selecting the champion on the stage began in an orderly fashion. Countless mounted messengers departed from the Prince of Qin’s residence, delivering news to martial arts sects across the land.

“Shaoze!” Fang Nai Xun gathered her courage and walked over to the deep purple sofa, calling his name.

On Wujie Mountain, Xun Qiandu was packing his bag. Having learned the news about Dudu, he could now descend and return to the Chinese medicine clinic.