Volume One, Chapter 36: Sowing Discord

The earlier incident had led Madam Jiang to believe that Xia Huaian still harbored feelings for her, but this moment brought her to a sobering realization.

His anger was not stirred by a desire to stand up for her; rather, he was merely incensed that Xia Zier had given the money to the secondary branch of the family.

Without electricity, the internet, or television, the nights in ancient times were truly miserable; one was left with nothing to do but stare into the dark and count the stars.

"Don't panic, take a deep breath. Don't think about the restroom, don't think about drinking water..." Poison Milk Powder said, sounding uncharacteristically "sympathetic."

Having said all that in one breath, Huangfu Lei seemed to have exhausted all his strength. With a heavy thud, he collapsed back into his dragon throne, looking utterly defeated. The sorrow in his eyes was impossible to hide; he looked like a child who had been deeply wronged after being hurt, his head buried deep within his hands.

Currently, the five spotted tanks of the Red Team were mostly concentrated near the town. Three T57s were inside the town, with two of them stationed at the lower edge, barely managing to keep watch over the southern half of the map.

Naturally, he would not make things difficult for two frail coachmen. He had only ordered them to stop because he had discovered something suspicious about the coffin.

"After all, media coverage is beneficial for the future development of our hotel. The boss has agreed to a five percent discount on all your expenses. Does that sound acceptable to you?" Chen Shu understood their perspective; since they had renovated and reopened, many locals were still unaware that they could host engagement banquets there.

After all, the Profound Lands and the Martial City were unimaginably vast. Even if a Soul Martial Artist could move mountains and drain seas, they could not necessarily destroy the world with a snap of their fingers.

The moment she stepped onto it, countless illusions rushed forth, intent on disrupting her focus.

Meng Xingchen and Zuo Wushuang saw the four major battalions pouring in and cast a look of gratitude toward the Emperor of Zhao sitting upon the dragon throne on the high platform.

The following day, the thirteen members of the Monarchs all rode their motorcycles to the Villain Gang. Their purpose was twofold: first, to thank George for his help the previous night, and second, to ensure everyone in the Villain Gang saw that they had arrived.

Following this battle, the situation suddenly grew quiet. Before Feng Yu’s massive army could cross the Qingliang River, Murong Ping was unwilling to venture deep into enemy territory alone, so he ceased his strenuous efforts to attack Cang County.

Upon returning home, my eldest sister had breakfast ready and was waiting for us. Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, I knew she hadn't slept all night either.

I took a sip and thought to myself that even a young master like Xiao Chengqian couldn't drink this often; after all, some of the ingredients in it were things that money couldn't buy on the open market. I’d better hurry up and recover.

The Jingxiang battering ram was colossal and unwieldy. Pang Tong had used it previously when attacking Luoyang, and now, before the Jingxiang front, there were four such massive rams prepared.

Neither of them could have imagined that Pang Shanmin would actually order Zhou Yu to lead the Jiangdong troops across the sea to fight in Liaodong. All the Hebei forces had been brought to Xuzhou by Cao Cao, leaving their rear clearly undefended.

This time, as Zhuge Liang led his army to raid the border, Jia Xu had expected him to seek out a vulnerable city in Xuzhou to occupy and defend. He never imagined that Zhuge Liang would dare to use the "peril" of a mere earthen hill to obstruct Cao’s army. Furthermore, while Zhuge Liang’s decision to station troops on the earthen hill occupied a strategic position, compared to a fortified city, such a geographical advantage was negligible.

"By the way, Wuchen, how were you so powerful just now?" Recalling the display of might in the stairwell, Lu Wuchen’s mother couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Li Li walked to the crenels, shifted his shield slightly, and looked down. He saw three thousand Yan archers gathered into ten groups below the West City wall, drawing their bows and raining arrows toward ten different sections of the ramparts. Four or five hundred Yan soldiers, armed with pickaxes and shovels, were also divided into ten squads, rushing rapidly toward the base of the wall under the cover of the arrow fire.