Chapter 49: The Same Sky in April

On the fifteenth day of the fourth month in the twenty-eighth year of the戍天 (Shutian) calendar, the Battle of Lake Yunmeng concluded.

With the formation of the great blockade chain, the Wu Family Army successfully gathered intelligence. The aquatic tribes in Lake Yunmeng relied on water chestnuts for sustenance, which required either shade-drying or sun-drying for preservation. The former involved sealing them in mud and storing them in cellars, while the latter required vast open spaces to bake under the blazing sun. Both methods kept the water chestnuts edible for long periods and were commonly practiced by the residents of the Lake Yunmeng region. However—

Seeing a young general smiling kindly at him, the man put on his clothes and walked over to Xia Feng.

Originally, Li Biao's operating range did not include Lianyungang; they had an agreement with the Japanese pirates using Yancheng as the boundary. Why, then, did they appear in Lianyungang? It was entirely because of table salt.

Nourished by a large intake of food, Yan Yun's previously missing ears slowly began to sprout. The two hollow sockets where his ears once were now completely healed, followed by his nose, and finally, his left eye.

When the government troops saw their commanding officer subdued, they had no choice but to retreat one by one, whereupon the tribesmen on the Miao stronghold burst into jubilant cheers.

Therefore, Xu Nuo pretended to still be unconscious, keeping his eyes closed as he tried to eavesdrop on the conversation between Lily and these people. Along the way, Lily kept making phone calls, and judging by her tone, she was completely different from the Lily everyone knew. Her voice was low and magnetic, yet tinged with a great deal of arrogance and coldness.

The sea pirates stepped forward to shove Gao Shun. Gao Shun declared, "No need to push, I'll walk on my own!" With that, he strode outward with his head held high. Gao Shun's subordinates and boatmen watched him with a mixture of awe and sorrow.

Xia Feng continued, "However, the power of the feudal lords is too great. Even Lord Cao cannot eliminate them all. The lands of Huaxia will fall into prolonged warfare, bringing immense disaster to the common people."

Yet, even the best-laid plans can go awry. No sooner had Xiao Mo and his companions begun their slaughter than they were discovered by the water bandits.
"Enemy attack!" A piercing, shrill scream instantly echoed through the entire water bandit lair, and the bandits immediately rushed out to fight.

"Hmm, to have no distinction of primary and secondary—that hardly seems possible, does it? Even twins have to be sorted into older and younger siblings, let alone two nations?" Xiao Mo lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair, speaking with a feigned air of contemplation.

As for reaching the heavenly courts above, descending to the nine netherworlds below, and knowing five thousand years into the past and five thousand years into the future—that piece of boasting was simply too exaggerated.

"You may freely choose any other precious saber within the stone chamber, but this one, you cannot have," Xiang Fei spoke up once more just as Wu Hao formed this thought.

Xu Weiheng was already eccentric by nature, and having been led on a wild goose chase, he questioned them with sarcastic and biting remarks, inadvertently voicing the inner thoughts of all the cultivators present.

In truth, this matter could not really be blamed on Bai Sen. Although the magic he absorbed and the martial arts he practiced—such as the Ancient Stele Hand and the Heaven-Breaking Fist—were different, the essence of his energy remained the Force of Sin.

The upper body of this demon was that of a robust man, covered in a thin layer of scales. His head was extremely hideous with bulging eyes, no bridge of the nose, and only two pitch-black nasal cavities, while his ears were extremely sharp, resembling conch shells.

With a single roar from his open mouth, a torrent resembling the Milky Way surged forth—blindingly white and terrifying in its spectacle, radiating peerless fluctuations that left everyone utterly shocked.

Following this, Daojing Zhenan began his own refining process. Indeed, while there were successes, there were also failures, yet this opened up a new direction for him and presented a brand-new manifestation of Kunlun's future combat power.

The Marquis could no longer figure out what was happening with Tingping. Tingping continued, "Was that Master Tingping who just came out?" With those words, she reached out her hand and grabbed toward the Marquis.

Mo Yufan clenched his fists tightly. As a young man still unversed in the ways of the world, he harbored an indescribable disgust for such behavior, and he desperately wanted to go in and stop that man from committing violence. Yet, helplessly, he had no way to do so.