Chapter 168: Still Too Green

Back in the modern era, Wen Yueqing had never liked the ancient institution of marriage alliances. Yet, for monarchs, this was merely a political maneuver—a transaction where sacrificing the happiness and lives of a mere woman or two ultimately yielded boundless benefits, rendering it a deeply meaningful endeavor for both the state and the people.

Yet no one ever paid attention to those sacrificed women. People always assumed that a woman was bound to wed someone regardless, and after all, they were marrying emperors and princes of foreign lands, so their lives were bound to be comfortable.

People even felt that once they went over there...

"Benefactor Wang has no desire to harm anyone, yet she herself is utterly powerless," Sizhu sighed, grabbing a handful of fish feed and scattering it into the pond.

Changze spoke almost in a roar, followed by an overwhelming, surging tide of desolate grief.

Due to Lin Yuquan's immense personal influence, the domestic box office naturally boasted the highest popularity among all exhibiting countries and regions. Although other places could hardly compare to the domestic market, the momentum from the previous week continued unabated.

Time slipped away second by second, yet the ceiling remained the exact same ceiling. Apart from the shifting angle of sunlight streaming outside, not the slightest change had occurred overhead.

Lin Daxian and Song Keer drove to downtown Hong Kong, parked their Ferrari in the underground parking garage, and then strolled hand in hand, shopping with sweet smiles. However, what they failed to notice was that someone had been trailing them all along, monitoring their every move.

Master Yushu also permitted her to establish her own immortal cave. From then on, Bamboo Valley became a forbidden ground of the sect, and without her decree, no one was allowed to enter casually.

"Why did you go to assassinate the Sovereign of the Eastern Desolation Domain?" Qingyue asked in a low voice, sitting in Nan Changqing's arms.

"Hold on, why do I feel like I've become your subordinate? I'm merely here to help you out, and I don't have that much time to spare," Lin Yuquan said as he followed Zhang Yimou into the courtyard, though naturally, he didn't forget to take in the surrounding environment.

From this, it was not difficult to imagine the shock it inflicted upon the world, with major North American media outlets publishing lengthy, continuous reports on the matter.

Not a single thing was missing—fully armed and keeping a low profile, they did not arrive at Old Wu's Noodle Restaurant until nightfall.

"For instance, your head on a platter—can you give it to me?" Lin Yuquan said with utter calm, his gaze still carrying a faint trace of mockery.

"Tong Guaiguai, why are you still not sleeping at such a late hour?" Yun Ze asked, feigning a stern expression as he looked at Tong Guaiguai.

These elite forces, charging forth like a swarm of locusts, split and surrounded Tantai Ruoxie's troops in a single dash.

"What? He claims to have invented Chinese chess?" Long Ming exclaimed upon hearing this. This buddy of his was simply too shameless; it was bad enough that he bullied General Sun, who wasn't particularly skilled at chess, but he even had the audacity to claim he invented the game.

Passersby cast gazes at Lin Hao and Diya as if they were already dead men. In their view, the two were not far from their demise.

"Is... is it snowing?" Zhou Wanxin asked in astonishment as she reached out her hand, watching white, snowflake-like particles drift down onto her palm. This naturally filled her with puzzlement, as autumn had only just begun—how could it possibly snow?

When the clansmen of the Guzhu family saw Guzhu Muxue return, not a single one of them could believe their eyes.

Zhongli Chenyi extended a hand in bewilderment. Su Jin rolled up Zhongli Chenyi's sleeve, revealing rows of blood-red welts on his arm, and her brows knitted together in a frown. With such obvious bloody scars present, why was Zhongli Chenyi completely unaware of them? Could it be that he was unable to see these marks, and only she could perceive them?

Sun Wei led his army to the city ramparts and, upon seeing that the Xinye army had regrouped in an orderly fashion, completely devoid of the demoralized despair that follows a defeat, felt a shock reverberate through his heart.

Judging by the number of devout followers who had gathered today, however, the majority were still willing to follow Ninger to the Western Regions.

Furthermore, the most crucial point was that a physician without internal Qi could not be considered a true physician. This was precisely why they maintained that the old master was the very last of the true physicians.