Volume 1, Chapter 56: How Could Third Brother Possibly Like Her?

"Brother, you're so damn slow. You sure like to nag," the youth on horseback complained to Murong Que.

The three of them instantly became alert. After all, this was still an active combat zone; if a Quanrong detachment were to arrive, they would need to prepare their escape. At this point, their physical strength was completely depleted, and they could not endure another major battle.

She gazed fixedly at him, truly astonished by his fickle countenance, which shifted between solemnity and gentleness. This man either possessed a bizarre and mercurial temperament or was simply too adept at concealing his emotions.

Asura stayed close to Burial Qingyi, its fur standing on end, looking thoroughly panicked. It kept raising its head to scan the surroundings, focusing mostly toward the cavern ceiling above, as if it could clearly see those wing-flapping creatures hiding within the darkness of the rock walls.

"Ah, it's not that I don't think so, but why would a Demon princess travel through our country in such a low-profile manner?" Zuo Junting forced a smile.

Tu Baobao sighed and recounted all the entanglements between herself and Angela to Xu Yaran. In front of Xu Yaran, Tu Baobao felt no pressure whatsoever when speaking, nor did she need to worry that Xu Yaran might harbor ulterior motives against her.

"You know I'm about to act recklessly. If you disobey me again, I'll finish things right here," Gu Yi said, absolutely not trying to scare Shen Xinyi. In fact, Gu Yi was genuinely thinking about it, though he still maintained a shred of self-restraint.

"Isn't that going a bit too far? They came to help, how can you punish them?" Shen Xinyi felt a pang of sympathy. To issue punishments out of nowhere—this seemed rather different from what she had imagined. She had thought the military was a place with noble ethics, but now she felt it was somewhat prone to favoritism and arbitrary punishment.

"Fengxian understands, and that is enough!" Li Ru smiled slightly. Seeing Lu Bu's expression, his knot of worry had been completely untied. With the sense of a job successfully completed, he took his leave from the ramparts.

At Greenie's exclamation, everyone's gaze converged upon Wang Ning. Few looked as eagerly hopeful as Greenie; Su Yuan, appearing in the capacity of a father, merely stared at him with intense curiosity, his eyes brimming with expectation—doubtless wishing for nothing more than a definitive confirmation.

And as the Confucian disciples trained in Cangjie's characters and accumulated righteous awe, these two types of spiritual energy complemented one another. The further along they went, the more it stimulated the potential and strength of the Confucian disciples, allowing figures like Yan Hui to grow in power at an astonishing rate, elevating the overall strength of Confucianism to remarkable heights.

Fang Ziyun smiled faintly, recalling her Sword-Singing Art and her domain. The swords ceased their humming and fell still.

Furthermore, the two men above both relied on external objects, which was equivalent to borrowing another's power, whereas this man relied purely on his physical strength, making him relatively more terrifying.

Chu Tianze widened his eyes. Under the observation of the boundless divine technique, he discovered that those people's vitality was drifting toward Yan Shaocong. The power within Yan Shaocong's body grew increasingly massive, and his complexion gradually returned to a rosy hue.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng instead grew calm, finding it rather comical. This nouveau riche's intelligence was surely somewhat impaired.

As for the affairs of the cultivation world, they were of little consequence. He carefully detailed the matters of the cultivation realm to Zhang Haotian, opening the latter's eyes to a whole new world. This included the distribution of powers within the cultivation world, hidden secrets among the major sects, and even various rumors, all of which he recounted to Zhang Haotian one by one.

"Alright, alright! Everyone be quiet!" Annoyed and flustered by the bickering of these individuals, Yuan Shao shouted loudly to cut off their verbal sparring.

Meanwhile, Sima Lan underwent a dramatic transformation, entirely enveloped in a radiant glow even more resplendent than the aura emitted by the divine deer. As she walked step by step, unaware even to herself, her aura, her pace, and her temperament all underwent a profound change.

Seeing Yan Mu's flushed face, Su Wanle realized the medicinal effect was likely taking hold. She hurried to the front of the car, pulled out her keys, and tried to unlock the door.

"As if you have the guts!" Zu Dashou sneered incessantly. Having grown accustomed to battle formations and years of bloodshed on the battlefield, he held these pursuing troops in utter contempt and ordered his men to loose their arrows.

Before long, the sounds of battle drew closer. Lin Xiangfeng shouted, "The Governor-General is here!" Channeling his inner energy from his dantian, his voice carried for several miles. Just as his focus wavered for a split second, several hidden weapons struck his body. Fortunately, the distance was great, so their momentum had already waned and they did not pierce deeply into his flesh.

Note: During the Warring States period, the great merchant Lü Buwei presented his pregnant concubine to the Crown Prince of Qin. She later gave birth to Ying Zheng, who conquered the six kingdoms and unified the realm. Both stories exemplify the usurpation of state power and have been endlessly relished by ambitious schemers throughout later generations.

Hearing简莫凡 speak so casually, with a tone that so overtly favored Yan Mu, Ji Siyue felt a surge of resentment well up within her heart. Could it be that he had already fallen this deeply in love with Yan Mu?

The princess's unexpected visit and the surprising yet joyous news she brought made Luo Zhen all the more eager to return home. Yet the greater the urgency, the steadier one had to be; failure was not an option.

"Aunt is here." Qingshuang smiled serenely and hurriedly motioned for Xiangru to rise, gesturing for her to sit on the rosewood reclining chair nearby.

Shortly after, Chen Hu let out a few calls to summon back the two badgers foraging nearby, then descended the hill, preparing to return to the camp.

Time ticked away second by second as we boarded the car and drove toward the restaurant. Little was spoken along the way, and the atmosphere felt somewhat tense, leaving us uncertain of the scene we were about to face.