Volume One, Chapter 72: Experimental Record

Lin Wanti was startled, immediately realizing she had given herself away.

She dared not linger and sped deeper into the woods.

Behind her, the sound of something slicing through the air rang out—it was clear the pursuers were hot on her heels.

Ding Linhe ground his teeth fiercely. He had known things wouldn’t be so simple. Jiang Chen had become a miser, selling him out for just five taels of silver! No, he had to find a way to make Jiang Chen cough up that money.

Jian Yi’s face remained expressionless, offering no reaction. Yet, in his eyes, there was a glint rarely seen.

Physician Hu’s sore point had been struck. In their trade, it was common to slip a few expensive herbs into a simple prescription to make extra profit; many did so quietly, and as long as no one found out, nothing happened. But Gu Jinqing had publicly shouted it out in the main hall—how was he to practice medicine after this?

Since that was the case, she accepted it without false modesty, deftly unstrapping her medicine box from her back. Ye Weian received it with both hands, his expression clearly changing, and then placed the box on the horse’s back.

Leng Yibing and the court officials who supported the new crown prince had arrived early at the court to hear the imperial orders for mobilizing troops and generals, as well as Leng Yibing’s strategies for the war.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei let out a terrified scream, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Leng Zixuan glanced around, his gaze finally settling on the vines. Unconsciously, he thought of the vine baskets and frames woven by Dongfang Shaobai. At once, an idea took root in his mind.

And there was one more thing… Ahem, even if that happened, Lin Xiaoxiao wouldn’t feel she’d gotten the short end of the stick—she covered her face in embarrassment.

Meng Bao obediently bowed his head and admitted his guilt, declaring that if he ever again helped the unreliable Demon Meng who treated his subordinates like dirt, he’d be nothing but a coward and a scoundrel. Only then did Jinqing leave, satisfied.

What’s more, Zhang Yi had only just reached the mid-stage of the Core Formation realm, a far cry from the ancient beasts at the transformation stage. Some of his techniques, though top-notch among cultivators of his level, paled in comparison to those ancient creatures.

After reading the materials on the Imperial Seal, Wu Yi was convinced the mission had to succeed; nothing could be lost. So, even before his wounds had fully healed a month later, he gathered his brothers and boarded the northbound train.

His voice grew louder and louder. I jumped in fright, stuck my head out to look around. A heavy rain was pouring, the wind had risen, and the entire courtyard was deserted.

The manager also smiled coldly to himself. Who would have thought this country bumpkin had such cunning? That was unexpected. Still, he thought, the bumpkin was being too naive—did he really think he could win money and leave here?

The Tartars’ appearance was nothing like what Li Li had seen in television dramas; they weren’t all wearing fur hats with animal tails dangling from both sides. Perhaps to achieve the element of surprise, this time the Mongol Tatars were all lightly equipped.

The moment the Grand Shaman slowly turned the blood-red beaded orb between two fingers, his eyes seemed to weigh Cang Jiuyou’s question.

In this world, being sentimental and loyal only led to suffering, for at any moment someone could seize upon your weakness to attack you. No matter how well you disguised yourself, it was useless.

Tears streamed down Feng Lan’s face, and suddenly, deep darkness overtook her bloodshot eyes. Moments later, her mouth opened and a pitch-black demonic pearl shot out.

This seven-leaf tea was dirty and its seller seemed a bit slow-witted, but Li Ruhai felt a vague sense of familiarity—as if this fellow was a bit like his own master, save for the stench.

Once outside the palace grounds, Li Li felt his spirits lift and a sudden sense of clarity washed over him.