Chapter 45

This time, Zhang Chao had just returned victorious from defeating the Wuhuan grand army, and his prestige was at its peak. Naturally, no one dared to stir up any trouble at the banquet, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

In the split second when he was engulfed by the pillar of light, Shi Yi had completely forgotten about the existence of the Invincible Guardian, mistakenly believing that he was dead for sure.

For the victim, suffering such trauma is already a tremendous misfortune, requiring years to heal and fade away.

"None of you Soul Clan members are any good; you even dared to rescue Yun Shan. Therefore, you must die!" Fang Chen looked at Protector Wu and said coldly.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who had arrived with Zhang Chao were just preparing to fight the guards to the death in order to escort the General of Divine Merit out. Never did they expect to witness such a scene, and they all froze in place, utterly dumbfounded.

In ancient times, not only was there the rule of executing prisoners at the hour of the noon horse (11:00 AM to 1:00 PM), but there was also another convention: barring special circumstances requiring immediate execution, death row inmates were mostly executed only after autumn.

Hearing this, Hong Xuanji could not help but nod and say, "Indeed! My lifespan appears to have increased. However, that Xuanji is able to take this step is entirely bestowed by the True Immortal. This debt of gratitude Xuanji dares not forget. Should the True Immortal ever require anything in the future, Xuanji will certainly not refuse!"

"Many thanks, Martial Uncle! Then I shall take my leave!" Jin Mengrong smiled sweetly, curtsied gracefully once more, summoned the Fire Cloud Condor, leaped onto it, and soared away, piercing through the firmament.

Without real capability and a good reputation, no matter how brilliantly you boast or how bright your prospects appear, others will find it hard to believe you.

"Tsk tsk! So this is Mount Cangyue! Clearly a southern landscape, yet it gives one the feeling of the northernmost reaches of the Wasteland Continent!" Looking at the distant cloud-shrouded snow mountains with his hand shielding his forehead, Ye Chenguang could not help exclaiming in wonder.

The three of them then began to grope around the surroundings, leaving no corner unchecked. The cave ceiling, the four walls, and the ground were all thoroughly felt over.

"It's not like I'm not coming back, do you guys have to be like this?" On the third day, even with Tai Bai's status as a congenital expert, he felt utterly exhausted.

Lu Feiyuan had no particular objections. Since Prince Xuan had stated that the carriage could not accommodate them, she could not let her cousin share a carriage with a man either. If word of that got out, Jin'er's reputation would be completely ruined.

The senior veterans of the Special Operations Division praised the move as clever in their hearts. Wang Linfeng and Dong Wanxia kept their eyes locked tightly on the surface of the sea, searching for any trace of that fellow; they simply refused to believe that he would leave no trace at all.

The remaining cotton was dried by Lady Liu and stored in large hemp sacks. When needed, it would be ginned and carded, after which the lint cotton could be used directly, while the cottonseed could be pressed for oil, and the resulting oil residue could be used to feed livestock or serve as fertilizer.

"It will take about a week. That won't delay you, will it?" Manager Gao asked Gu Xiaotong and Mi Bai.

"Don't do that! I don't understand notebooks. Can you help me pick one out before you go back to work?" Tai Bai quickly changed his tune.

When ventilation was needed, a section of the straw mats would be opened; when rain, snow, or extreme cold set in, they would all be covered up—it was thoroughly convenient.

It seemed that this person had truly begun practicing cultivation even before the apocalypse, which was why he was able to avoid the disaster and had hoarded such a vast amount of supplies.

"Jin'er..." Chenxing called out her name in a low, husky voice. With his throat parched, he couldn't help but nuzzle against the nape of her neck, desperately wanting to knead her into his own body and never be separated from her again.

On the enrollment day, the entrance of Beishan Kindergarten was packed with luxury cars of all kinds. Chenxing's newly purchased supercar was a rare sight outside the Beishan District, but inside Beishan District, it was not particularly standout, because when he bought the car in a hurry, he hadn't been too picky.

As their palms met with a muffled thud, Wuming naturally dared not engage in a head-on clash. Borrowing the impact force, he flashed his figure some five or six zhang away, whirled around, and fled, vanishing into the forest in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the stream of people getting off the vehicle, Tian Tian also stepped down. She looked around—everything here was so unfamiliar and fresh.

Judging from what the imperial guard captain had said to her, this Eunuch Kang must have authority over them and should be the official responsible for palace security. Yet she was a complete stranger to him; why did he let her off so easily? Wasn't that a dereliction of his duty? Wasn't he afraid of the grave matter of her attempting to assassinate the king and harm the ruler?

"Alright, since you're cold, come here, hug this and you won't be cold anymore." Liu Hanyan pulled out a javelin and handed it over, while Zhou Qingzhi, Li Zhixian, and Jin Minhui all burst into laughter together.

After this frantic tossing about, sweat rolled down her face and body like pearls dropping from a broken string.

Long Yao's expression turned somewhat ugly, but this was not the most crucial point. Originally, although the Myriad Demons Assembly offered rich rewards, opportunities were often accompanied by danger, and it was actually quite normal for some participants to perish.

Yet given his personality, it was always 'if you wish to take, you must first give; if you wish to kill, you must first befriend,' ensuring that his acts of harming others left no trace to be found. Thus, he was inwardly turning over filthy and malicious thoughts.

The rain nourished the earth, nourished the crops, and also moistened the hearts of many. Not just farmers, but merchants, scholars, and even the government officials were grateful for this life-saving rain.

Encouraged by Ishihara Satomi's cheers, the giant lobster's claws finally clamped onto the bait on Aragaki Yui's fishing rod. With great effort, she hauled it out of the pool, and after being prepared by the waitstaff, it was served at the dining table shared by her and Ishihara Satomi.

After a long while, she picked herself up at an extremely sluggish pace, walked back to the stone cave in a steady and unhurried gait, bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, and tucked it into her bosom. Turning her head slightly, she cast a meticulous and leisurely glance around the surroundings like a sightseer, and then silently walked out of the dungeon.

Therefore, feeling a bit dizzy, they all scrambled back to their feet, patted the dirt off their clothes, and looked at everyone as if nothing had happened at all.