Whitewashing Peace

Elusa took a deep breath, pouring an immense amount of magic into the serrated greatsword, then brought it down upon the whirlwind where the Ibis stood. At that very moment, as the dense swarm of Moonbeasts appeared, far away atop the mighty Tree, an old man's figure emerged from a ripple of nothingness upon a branch.

Now, all the people of Circletown were wholeheartedly focused on the city's future. A brand new era belonging to Circletown was dawning. Jiang Nan, seated on a chair carved from purple-flowered alfalfa wood, instantly became the focus of countless astonished gazes. Seeing him step forward to exchange magic cores right away, many sneered with disdain—yet another wealthy upstart.

Glancing over those secret manuals, Qin Xuan began to suspect that the Buddha Lord must have obtained these martial arts from somewhere and passed them to his subordinates. That was likely why the people of Indu could perform the martial techniques of Huaxia.

Whether one looked or not, it made little difference. No one knew what grade of magic core the sweet potato would put in or which one it would produce. Given that, it was better not to bother. Everyone understood this well. The group flew back to Xiling Valley, where Freshwater in Green distributed the rewards—fifty thousand each for killing Liuchuan Maple.

With economic development surging ahead, Linhai County had entered a period of rapid growth. Skyscrapers were rising everywhere, major enterprises were settling in, and the county government was applying to upgrade Linhai to a city—clear proof of its ambition.

Heaven and earth thundered, waves like an ocean swept through the Ninefold Heavens. Qin Xuan remained unwavering, standing with his spear, white-clothed as snow, radiantly unmatched. With each thrust, he sent dragons and serpents flying, exploding in the void to dust.

Liang Yiping didn't even turn his head. He raised his sword and slashed it towards his own back.

After leaving the morgue, Yun Wei parted ways with Shen Xian, who needed to enter the palace and report this matter to the emperor.

Soon enough, Mu Yunge finally understood—she had unexpectedly been reborn on the very day, five years prior, of her wedding with Jun Xiye.

“Brother Nan Two? You’re alive? Don’t worry, we’ll rescue you soon!” Justicebringer shouted, feigning concern. But most players and NPC bandits were fighting outside the main hall; only Justicebringer and his close followers had entered. Though their words promised rescue, their feet did not budge.

Helian Jing, fighting sleepiness, ate with his eyes closed, crumbs of pastry at his lips. Helian Chuan frowned at the sight, but suddenly a peculiar feeling spread within him—a kind of heartache, yet different from the pain he felt for Mu Shiyu.

“What did the doctor say?” Among Ye Li’s colleagues, Qin Lang had met Li Li most often. Glancing at Ye Li, he signaled Li Li to come out.

But now, knowing the other party had the ability to make a fortune, pretending ignorance would be like willfully deceiving oneself.

Because of a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Shuangyue Geng Shilang’s mind was racing, so much so that many of his secret thoughts slipped out from his consciousness.

Cui Ze still had not discovered a way to extract Devil Fruit abilities from a user’s body.

It should be remembered that during the last crisis at Mount Dragon-Tiger, the Celestial Master of the Orthodox One was in seclusion, and disaster nearly ensued.

As Ximen Qing was about to take Shi into Dongping Prefecture, Brother Qiao Yun hurried back from the capital, Bianliang.

Bear in mind that Geng Shouzhong, when he served as a general in the Western Capital Circuit of Liao, had once led troops in open battle against the Jin army.

Ye Ran and Bai Mo, aside from torn clothes, were largely unscathed. The Bai family’s martial arts were formidable, but injuries were still unavoidable.

As he spoke, the God of Timber drew out a scroll from somewhere on his person, though I could not see exactly where it came from.

Under Ye Ran’s aggrieved gaze, Bai Jingmo strode out the door, step by step down the stairs, without so much as a backward glance.

In this space, Su Wan-niang had no idea how vast it was, but judging by the rate the plants grew, it would be enough to feed her and her son for a lifetime and more.

Yet in the northwest, people seemed to favor noodles. It was for Xu Xiu-ning that Su Wan-niang decided to add a staple dish. As for herself, she still preferred rice.

Though she carried useless items, if she did not, Su Quan would surely grow suspicious, and the whole family would worry.

Exerting even a little spatial magic would trigger a space-time maelstrom, let alone opening a portal or hiding elsewhere.

The golden greatsword, now measuring over thirty feet, pierced straight through the Red-robed Hall Master's abdomen. With a shrill, inhuman scream, the Red-robed Hall Master’s vast, black-misted form collapsed once more.

“Very well, then.” After much hesitation, Feng Shao-che finally agreed to Si Chen-chen’s request. After all, the killer sought her life, not his—by what right could he control her choices?

Only those who surrendered and knelt—almost all those present had done so—would be picked out by the Ming army and taken away, counted as captives.

They stared in astonishment at Jinmu, especially the other two, Sanyeh Shuilu and Sanyeh Qingshui. Being in the same class, they naturally saw Jinmu’s delinquent-like behavior.

“Because when his ability and mine clashed, there was a sense of familiarity.” The hypnotist spoke, referring to this world’s Youmu.

“No need to thank me; you are my closest people. Compared to what you’ve done for me, what I’ve done for you is pitifully little.” Jinmu sighed; his power to repay them was simply too slight.

The Martial Emperor noticed her apparent unhappiness and assumed his sudden announcement of leaving the palace had troubled her.

Jinmu defended himself, but by now June Tou had awakened. Her dagger moves were crisp and clean, one after another, landing blow after blow on Jinmu.

The scenery at Qinghai Manor was exquisite. It was summer, and the palace maids wore thin gauzy robes—when the breeze blew, they looked like heavenly maidens among the peonies and begonias, a vision of intoxicating beauty.

If Father Yu disapproved of Yu Youwei and Qin Yang being together, it would hardly make a difference.

Following behind Emperor Yunchen, Qi Lishen noticed the temperature dropping around their leader and glanced at Tang Miaomiao—instantly understanding the situation.

From Tang Yuanyuan, Fang Hua learned that the table reservation fee for a private room alone exceeded a thousand; the service here rivaled the world’s best.