Chapter 63: Hot Springs

Jiang Mugui put away his phone with a trace of disappointment and walked toward the window.

Several bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, striking directly downward, appearing somewhat terrifying in the pitch-black night. Because he had not answered her call, the insecure girl was letting her imagination run wild. Last time, he had kissed her to pacify her—leaving it open whether he truly accepted her in his heart—but what about this time? Was he simply taking all comers, driven by alcohol and desire? She felt...

Rising in a single leap from a commander of the vanguard to a peerless earl of the highest rank, becoming a major general guarding the borderlands—such a promotion speed, far more terrifying than a triple jump, seemed utterly incredible and mind-boggling. Yet in his hands, it felt completely natural.

Therefore, after careful consideration, the police merely dispatched numerous officers and patrol cars to the scene to maintain order. The police and the thieves stood in peaceful, harmless opposition—a brilliant scenery that eventually became a widely circulated tale.

"Reporting to my lord, a petitioner has arrived outside and started a conflict with the gatekeeper!" the yamen runner reported after a glance.

However, Wei Zi was not someone who gave up easily. Although difficult, this only further fueled her competitive spirit.

Protected by the membrane of the world all this time, they had been unable to enter, but now they had begun an outright massacre.

In the Mirror of Heaven and Earth, Xiao Hua and Qingyi depended on each other for survival. He saw this clearly and had no intention of genuinely tearing Qingyi and Xiao Hua apart. Saying such things was merely to provoke Qingyi, out of deep sympathy for the grievances she had suffered over the years, and also out of anger at the Jade Emperor's blindness to true worth.

Falling in such a posture, she would undoubtedly lack protection. Once the back of her head struck the solid ground, certain death would follow.

Qiutao said she was exhausted from the night and needed to go wash up and sleep soundly, lest she lack the energy to complete the next level's trial.

"Did he really slaughter Sun Xing's entire family of three?" Murong Shi asked himself in secret shock, beginning to gauge Lingyun's current strength.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ji had not expected the attack to be so decisive, failing to react in time. He only saw Chen Xi's waist twist, driving his entire upper body to rotate. The millstone-like rock gripped tightly in his hands swung around with the momentum of his torso.

Fortunately, this banquet hall had been transformed from a treasured artifact, capable of absorbing most of the overflowing energy.

Naturally, Yang Jing paid no heed to Zheng Jian's warning. No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do, especially in this place.

"Yes, Great Khan. It is already rumored throughout the army that if we do not halt our southern expedition, the 'Eternal Sky' will abandon her Chahar children!" another commander of ten thousand, Batu, also advocated for a retreat.

Chen Xi stood at the center of the Demon Domain Cage, a pair of giant purple heavenly demon wings spread behind him. His snow-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his demonic crimson pupils exuded a chilling, bewitching aura.

With his previous plans disrupted, Feng Jing, remembering his promise to take Yin Yi to her class, was about to leave when he suddenly received a message from Chu Yan telling him to come to the office immediately to meet someone important.

Wang Hao handed the bouquet of roses to Ye Zixuan, then leaned down to kiss her lips, which were as thin as cicada wings.

"You must be out of your mind. She's wearing silk worth an inch of gold per inch of fabric; how could it be rags?" a man with a discerning eye suddenly chimed in.

The salaries of Ming dynasty officials were actually not very high. Censor Gou, holding a rank of regular seventh grade, earned five taels of silver a month, which amounted to less than three thousand yuan today. Even high-ranking officials of the first rank had a monthly salary not exceeding fifty taels of silver. Compared to their massive expenditures, they would normally be running a deficit.

Su Liangbai managed everything in the family, frequently interacting with people from all walks of life, and had even met many low-level spirit-guiding cultivators.

In January of the year 270 AD, under the repeated and stern commands of Sun Hao, Xue Xiu, the Inspector of Jiaozhou in Eastern Wu, set out on a campaign despite his illness.

Yang Yilong slowly stood up, turned, and bowed slightly in greeting. Her movements were smooth as flowing water, without a moment of hesitation: "Naturally, I scoop up a ladle of moonlight." She pressed her lips together with a faint smile.