Chapter 51: A Fruitful Retreat

On the battlements of Yongji Pass, Wen Si lifted the lid of his large pot, and as the steam billowed up and the aroma began to disperse, the twenty men under his command crowded around like pigs. Upon seeing that it was taro once again, they all started complaining one by one.

Soldier A: "Taro again! Eating it every day, month after month! There's not a single bit of oil or fat, and we can't even run properly during drill."

Wen Si: "Go on, go on, get in line, all of you. You should be grateful to have taro at all. If you want to eat meat, wait until we pass beyond the gates!" With that, he reached for the salted fish atop the steaming pot—

He grabbed her hand, glancing around as they walked. Seeing no one, he pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly with one arm while casually messing up her hair bun with the other.

As the words fell, four soldiers dragged two men from the side toward the funerary altar. The two men were the late king's younger cousin, the Sixth Prince, and the Sixth Prince's strategist, Mr. Liao, who had plotted this political rebellion. Both were dragged before the altar simultaneously.

The next day, perhaps because even the heavens approved of this match, the sun shone brightly, its warm light appearing exceptionally precious in the depths of winter.

On the floor in the innermost part lay a blanket, topped with a tattered cotton-wadded quilt. Meng Yufan looked at it and couldn't help frowning. It wasn't that she looked down on such people—she herself had once begged for a living. It was simply that fortune favored her, and within two or three days, she had found decent work.

Just because he had a father who served as the dean, he acted like he owned the world. Aside from knowing some theoretical techniques, he was completely clueless about practical application, yet he was always standing around pointing fingers and giving orders.

Integrating the style of the professional system into his own specialized domain—this kind of progress exceeded the expectations of most people.

As long as she agreed to let them come to the farm for breeding work, he would have every reason to help her.

Yet who would have thought that half a month later, Mo Lizheng would actually run away! Because of this, she had suffered that series of encounters the day before yesterday. Who could have known that after disappearing for a day, he would specifically seek her out again yesterday morning to warn her not to reveal that he was still in Yao City.

There had once been a rumor: only by obtaining the complete legacy and inheritance of the Void Sword Saint would one have the chance to step upon the summit of Sword Mountain. Furthermore, the Void Sect had always believed that the person capable of reaching the summit of Sword Mountain would be the chosen one, destined to lead the Void Sect toward glory and carry forward its swordsmanship to new heights.

"Man Da, Ruoxin suddenly came looking for me just now. She—she seems to know about the water well. What should we do? Could it be that Shoutian hasn't told her about that matter yet?" Coco lay in Man Da's arms, unable to sleep peacefully because of this affair.

"I am a failure. I hardly notice whether the sun is shining brightly or not, because I have no time.

"However, I will not die. That would let Xia Jinyuan get off far too easily. I am going to drag him down to hell with me," Zhang Min said through gritted teeth.

Sage Ge Wei finally smiled. In that fleeting moment just now, Sage Ge Wei had almost thought his disciple would surely die.

Tong En sat on the bench outside the emergency room, her face so pale it was almost transparent. Zhong Yue sat beside her, and he could clearly see the blue veins on her face. At that moment, even the slightest breath caused Zhong Yue's heart to ache unbearably.

Ever since they got into the car, Gao Haotian had long sensed that she seemed to have something on her mind. "What did she say to you again?" His tone turned somewhat stern.

Although I lost face at the time and had a huge argument with Lele, I never touched another cigarette from that day on.

The cultivators could not help raising their heads to look, only to see a spiritual vessel brimming with precious light hovering high in the sky outside the Tianxiao Sect. The surging power it stirred up made their hearts tremble involuntarily, causing them to instinctively step aside to clear a large open space.

Zhai Yiming's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts as he desperately tried to figure out how he should speak to Mo Zizhe later.

Some beasts were too arrogant, while the majority of beasts were extremely self-deprecating or, due to their inability to evolve, suffered from slightly distorted souls, gloomy personalities, or violent tempers.