Chapter 68: The Regrettable Trial

Bai Yueqing sat quietly before the desolate ancient stele, her mind and body gradually merging with the immortal sword intent, gaining tremendous insight. She could feel her own sword intent growing ever more refined, carrying a touch of tranquil endurance born of hardship, while her spiritual power became purer still.

Ye Ming benefited even more, his sword spirit body solidified immensely, and the spiritual essence he fed back allowed Bai Yueqing to remain in peak condition throughout.

Just as she was about to end her meditation and rise to leave, her gaze once more fell upon the stele, its surface riddled with cracks.

Wang Shichong was trapped in Luoyang, Wagang beset on three sides, the Li clan’s momentum waning, and in the north only Chen Rui’s Jibei army stood proud, controlling Youzhou to the north, holding Tiger Gate to the south, commanding the rivers and Luo.

Was it not their every move to see her dead? Did they not wish to mar her face with cruel intent? Then let her taste for herself the flavor of such vicious thoughts.

Xiao Moyu did not voice his true feelings, but simply nodded and turned to ask Xiao Dongsheng.

Gu Xin gave him a sidelong glance; having come to see for herself, she confirmed that the words written on the table were indeed as reported, not a single character out of place.

This tiger-striped parrot had truly never considered such a thing. Now, with Honghua pointing it out, it was instantly stunned, staring blankly up at her.

"Zhuge Lin, what are you doing!" The Grand Elder bellowed at the approaching, greasy middle-aged man.

On this journey, with Xu Yibai and Li Er, both adept conversationalists, the time passed less arduously than expected.

Tonight, everyone would return home. Because Liu Zhen had arranged to meet Yang Fan at eleven-thirty tomorrow at the café by the newsroom, I agreed to go along. Moreover, I would once again be absent from my volunteer shift in the morning; I had already informed the manager.

Forget it—how could the memories of the Phoenix Clan portray themselves as ruthless? There was no need to mention any warrior’s instincts. Naturally, she understood nothing of this. Besides, who knew if this fox harbored a grudge against the Phoenix Clan and was simply exaggerating.

In these undercurrents, Ren Shaoming not only failed to monitor the various factions of the martial world, but instead threw open the gates of Jiujang and the eight surrounding cities, inviting martial artists and covert agents from all corners to come and go openly.

But he had never expected, upon raising his eyes, to see the frost-faced Pu Yun Guxia.

Even as they saw their comrades ahead fall one after another, these Ming soldiers, with nowhere left to escape, continued to charge forward, wave upon wave.

Lady Chu Xiu led the Yun Clan to a new era of glory. The Yun Clan was about to become a grand family spanning two great dynasties. Such honor, such legend, could rightly be called “unprecedented and never to be repeated.”

She had assumed the white-robed gentleman would name things with casual ease, yet he pondered long and hard, as if he weighed each option with utmost care.

But the fans of the Three Gods would not forget him. The Three Gods’ ID was Sansan; his “God” title was buoyed by his vast legion of followers, making it a subject of endless debate.

After waking and washing up, Gu Keyu chose a simple outfit and applied a light touch of makeup, erring on the side of caution since she still knew nothing of the script.

By May 13th, squads of new soldiers filed out from Xiangyang city, heading straight for Jiangling to the south.

Children who studied here typically had mothers who stayed at home, their main task each day being to care for their child. These mothers often mingled, sometimes playing mahjong or enjoying afternoon tea together.

Regarding her work, he only forbade intimate scenes; otherwise, he rarely interfered.

“The sects wield such power—two of the lowest-ranking ones have already set their sights on the Immortal Mansion. They have every means to slaughter it, but due to various reasons, have yet to act,” Mo Chen said.

Behind him stood three fifth-tier ability users. Unlike the men behind Horloge, these wore bright orange military uniforms.

The surrounding monks piqued Zhu Tailie’s curiosity. What would Tang Monk look like now?