If you want to die, you can only die by my hand.

Lin Xihe's travelling procession numbered over twenty people in all, including no fewer than three imperial martial arts masters.

The scale was neither grand nor modest.

Seated inside a luxurious crimson sedan chair, Lin Xihe was jolted all the way.

The bumping made her drowsy.

As dusk approached, they finally reached the territory of the Supreme Holy Palace.

In Lin Xihe's understanding, the Supreme Holy Palace...

"What?" At that time, I simply couldn't believe my ears, thinking over and over in my heart: How could this be possible? Even the disappearance of my Fourth Uncle was already beyond my belief, but now, dammit, it had escalated further—the rumor was that all the clan leaders of the Eight Gates had vanished. This was an event with a probability lower than winning the lottery.

In the spring, the state of Qi attacked the state of Lu. Confucius's disciple Ran Qiu served as the commander of the left wing for the Ji clan, and fought against the Qi army in the suburbs of Lu, defeating them. Ji Kangzi asked him how he had learned to fight, to which Ran Qiu replied that he had learned it from Confucius, and thereupon recommended Confucius to the Ji clan. Ji Kangzi sent Gong Hua, Gong Bin, and Gong Lin with gifts of silk and currency to welcome Confucius back to Lu.

The last phone call Han Lin made before his death was intended for Lin Jing, but he passed away before the call could go through.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go up, an indistinct red line formed by water droplets caught Dragon Nine's attention.

Although Ye Xuan's actions saved them a substantial amount of expenses, it was tantamount to offending the Li family.

As for this kind of high-proof liquor, you didn't need much—just half a bowl would definitely knock down an average person. In modern terms, this was Erguotou. Freshly distilled, the taste wasn't particularly refined, but the alcohol content was undeniably high.

However, now was not the time to dwell on such matters. Yang Hao turned his head to look at Ghost Fiend. According to Zhuque, Ghost Fiend would indeed prove immensely useful to him. Setting aside the current strength of the Fiend Mercenary Corps, the very method by which the corps continuously recruited fresh blood could channel a large number of utterly loyal talents to him.

However, there was a certain disparity between the horses of the two sides. Furthermore, the Mohists had traveled a long distance, and their horses were already exhausted, whereas the Qin troops could rest in batches. Due to various reasons, the distance between the two sides gradually shrank as time passed, and being caught up with was only a matter of time.

Nanzi looked at Confucius through the transparent gauze curtain, seeing that Confucius's face was not turned toward her, but rather directed straight ahead toward the chief seating area at the upper end of the hall. He sat upright there, with his gaze fixed entirely on the space right before him. Truly! He was looking straight ahead in that utterly proper, orthodox manner.

I gave a consenting murmur, put down my bag, and took out the items one by one—the clothes and the knitted scarf I had bought for my grandma. In addition, I had also brought two cartons of cigarettes for my dad.

Seeing the two fiery balls laden with dense fire elements hurtling toward him, Wang岳 narrowed his eyes slightly. Sensing their danger, without a second word, he instantly activated the Wind-Riding Divine Art and vanished from the spot with a whoosh.

Thus, he once again gradually put on a smile that he believed to be dashing and debonair, about to speak and handle the matter tactfully so as to eliminate any unnecessary hidden troubles.

"It seems you refuse to shed tears until you see your coffins. Qu Bohong, the ghost array is what you are relying on, isn't it?" Li Yu curled his lip.

"So you mean this is not your belongings? Or rather, it is not an heirloom you acquired from someone?" Hearing Xin Wuchen recount its origin, the Demon Lord's tone seemed to soften considerably.

Behind him, the light of the totem flickered, manifesting the phantom of a long sword that exuded a sharp aura, as if capable of slicing through the void and cleaving the nine heavens.

"Naturally. Last time, due to my own reasons, we were unable to exchange blows properly, which I deeply regretted. This time I will definitely not miss the chance to spar with the Lord Marquess," Wang Yue laughed heartily.

The next day, the martial arts tournament continued. In reality, however, many people no longer paid attention to the matches; instead, they gathered by the lakeside, waiting for the arrival of noon.

Yu Xinrun had originally believed that everything was more or less settled and put to rest. Later on, however, he discovered Xu Xinqi's secret and found out that she had deceived him. Surprisingly, he felt a sense of relief rather than exposing her harshly. After all, having loved each other once, he left her with ample dignity.