Volume One, Chapter 58: But You Can Die by My Hand!

Shen Yuan turned her head, following the hand that had gripped her wrist upward, only to see a face beaten so badly it resembled that of a pig.

Yu Ming comforted himself inwardly, thinking that with a bit more training, once these men had mastered basic combat skills, they would be ready. Even if the Korean allied forces launched an attack, he could rely on the main camp to mount several defensive battles.

“It seems we haven’t concealed ourselves from them for long. Now that they dare to take the initiative and attack, they must have discovered our main forces have withdrawn!” Upon hearing this, Yu Ming could only offer a bitter smile.

The two dined with a sense of joy, but halfway through their meal, the noise outside caught their attention. As they rose, a figure clad in red burst in. Without looking, they knew it had to be Kong Lingyu—she was the only one in the estate who favored red.

When Yu Ming saw the enemy surging forward, he showed no fear, only a cold smile as he activated the Eternal Resolve technique within, eyes scanning all directions, ears alert to every sound. His spear danced with precision—never missing its mark. Each thrust sent an enemy cavalryman tumbling from his horse.

When one-third of the blood in the bag was depleted, Vivian stood holding it, no longer pouring its contents out.

Waving his hand, Abernath laughed as he signaled for someone to carry him out. Passing by me, the overwhelming stench of decay made me cover my nose, nearly retching.

Therefore, when Yu Ji once again unleashed the “Future Constellation” technique, those present gasped in astonishment.

“Looks like Big Bull knows how to hide his talents after all. I never expected him to possess such a rare magical artifact!” Wu Hai murmured faintly.

“Everyone, rise. What do you think you’re doing?” The Empress Dowager’s voice carried displeasure without even looking at them, but they all heard it clearly.

“No, it’s not—” Lin Hanxi blushed, unable to resist the gentle warmth from Leng Wuchen. This man had moments of fierce anger one moment, then reverted to his usual tenderness the next, leaving her utterly confused. She had always known this man was extraordinary and dangerous.

As for the man with the backpack, he stood not far behind Li Quanfan, casting him a disdainful glare.

For Wei Xun now, having decided to go independent, he knew he must thrive across all circles to swiftly amass wealth and rise in power.

Lan Yuer stood at Lin Yu’s bedroom door, waiting patiently—he had said he was off to fetch the key.

Cun Yi gazed at Yu Feng with deep affection before following the Pure Yang Cave Master. They arrived at a cave entrance; the master entered first, with Cun Yi trailing behind. A suffocating wave of heat hit them immediately; Cun Yi broke into a cold sweat, his skin burning with agony.

“I bought some talisman paper!” Feng Xiaoyou didn’t want to keep the talisman-making secret from Feng Songtao—after all, he was the closest person to her in this world.

Soon, soft footsteps echoed within the room—gentle and tender. Step by step, they approached Ji’er’s window, quietly seating themselves beside it. One hand gently stroked Ji’er’s head through the thin blanket.

Perhaps it was the irritation born of helplessness that made Kang Cheng lose patience first, directing his artillery fire squarely at Wei Xun.

The latter’s once delicate, jade-like face was now marked by wear and wrinkles, his beard half a meter long and tinged with white, giving him the wild look of a savage from afar.

Around them, the murmur of conversations filled the air; each gentleman behaved with refined elegance and graceful demeanor.

“Hey, what nonsense are you thinking about? Do you expect us to perform tricks for you?” Xiao Yixuan shot Lin Yu a sharp glance.