Chapter 30: Di Yunshen, I Like You Even More

"That's not what I meant. I was just thinking about our university days. The feelings back then were pure, I..." Su Liangyue's words suddenly trailed off, for she realized that Huo Qing's gaze was icy cold.

Su Liangyue had come this far not only because of her meticulous mind, but also thanks to her unshakable composure when faced with a crisis and her flawless acting.

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Zhang Liao set out as well, accompanied by Yang Han, Jia Ji, a thousand soldiers, and over three hundred strong townsfolk whom Yang Han had recruited in Heyang City over the past two days. They hauled their supplies and followed closely behind.

Zhan Yue immediately contacted Liu Shaojing, instructing him to acquire blueprints for arrow towers and mage towers at any cost. Now that they had an architect, these two instruments of war were indispensable.

Suddenly, the screen flickered incessantly, accompanied by a shrill buzzing—the telltale sign of a significant data anomaly.

In his eyes, they were still standing within a dense forest, surrounded by countless black trees, each trunk adorned with two blood-red eyes and a gaping, pitch-black maw.

After a long, exhausting day, slipping into a hot bath perfumed with flower petals was pure bliss; the warmth wrapped around her skin, drawing out a contented hum.

By the red candlelight, Lady Tang lowered her delicate head, her pale hands trembling as she knotted her hair. Unnoticed, tears fell silently, each drop soaking into the red cloth bundle in her lap.

Zhang Liao raised his hand in a mock slash, a menacing grin on his face. The two men, terrified, nodded hastily and escorted him out of the cell toward the adjoining room.

At the western end of the eastern ravine, Zhang Liao gave the order. Gao Shun led ten thousand men to clash with Li Jue, Guo Si, and Zhang Ji. With three thousand warriors of the Assault Battalion at the fore, spearmen on the flanks, and archers in the rear, their formation advanced in overwhelming force.

Tens of thousands of warhorses—far too many to control, especially in the dark of night—panicked and scattered in all directions as soon as they burst out of the Chang Le Palace, plunging the area into chaos.

Meanwhile, she managed to spare herself from becoming a candle—especially one that burned so brightly. In truth, Feng'er never quite understood why she was likened to a candle; she only knew that her mistress said so.

Paying no heed to Zhuo Qiu beside him, Xiao Yang's figure flashed forward, his fist gleaming with silvery light as he struck the defensive array with all his might. The sudden reverberating hum echoed far and wide.

Immediately, several people appeared atop the high wall, all armed with bows. These bows were in poor condition, battered and barely maintained. Most peculiar of all, each arrow carried a slip of paper.

Then, to Xiao Yang's horror, he found the colors around him fading rapidly, as if the world had turned into a vast black-and-white painting. Whether it was the scenery along the river or the robes of the surrounding spirit masters, all became identical shades of gray.

Ah Tian sighed inwardly. Only now did he understand the anguish Park Jung-tae had felt when opposed by him, Ah Yi, Kim Soo-young, and Kim Jin-jung. He only wanted to study the art of deception with Gong Ping, and had never harbored the slightest intention of infiltrating the Hongcheng Brotherhood to cause trouble.

What surprised me was that, just as I was about to unleash my move in a panic, the demon on the ground suddenly emitted a burst of birdsong, then leaped up at lightning speed and darted toward the window in an obvious attempt to escape.

That day, Gang Dan sat in the great hall, drinking heavily, his expression grave. Cang Yun's cultivation had reached a bottleneck, so he had come out to stretch his legs—a rare event. The demons respected this strategist greatly. Dang Mo and the others had also noticed Cang Yun's mysterious aura and Gang Dan's special regard for him, so they dared not show the slightest disrespect.

Hakata Bay belonged to Bungo Province. At this time, the country of Wa was in the throes of upheaval—the era future generations would romanticize as the Warring States period. The territory of Wa was not vast, but the number of feudal lords was so great, they were beyond counting.

I watched as Xie Yilin finished her words. Without realizing it, I leapt onto the Sun-shrouding Cauldron, gripped my sword with both hands, and flew toward the Elder of Radiance above my head.