Chapter 57

"Later, the Commander-in-Chief ordered a total annihilation. Driven to desperation, these people engineered the Jiangtang Dam incident. It was spring at the time, and they planted explosives around the upstream flood peak outlets, demanding that Commander-in-Chief Pei make a public statement to the media thoroughly investigating the assassination of the former president and declaring it had nothing to do with Nanjiang, or else they would blow up the dam."

Guided by Colin, Han Feng indeed found a cave. It looked grim and eerie, with cold wind blowing out from within.

He had even handed over his supreme authority long ago, ruling from behind the scenes while making him the true, de facto king of Nanjiang. If it weren't for genuine, deep love, how could anyone do such a thing? Pray tell, which man does not harbor the ambition to rule supreme as a conqueror?

"Yes, she's waiting over there right now. I just came to tell you that our plan can now be put into action," Qin Su'e entered the room.

Chu Yang, however, had no such leisure. The semester was about to start, yet he still had a mountain of things undone in Beihai.

"If he truly is the chosen one, he will undoubtedly be safe! It's just that if..." Master Kongzang did not finish, but everyone understood his meaning.

Mu Rongzheng believed that in this world, there were no few people who wanted his life, but most of them simply did not know what he looked like.

Because cultivators generally do not have excessively weak and frail bodies, most injuries sustained from falling down the cave entrance were merely superficial wounds from the descent.

Zeng Zhi stated that this treatment must continue for ninety days. If all went well, the previously shattered bone would end up even stronger than it was before the fracture.

"Empress, would you care to accompany me to look at a few charts?" Yan Chujin pursed his lips, earnestly seeking Chi Xinian's opinion.

That finger-bone relic of Sakyamuni Buddha was the only discovered Buddha finger relic in the world, one of the sacred objects of Buddhist faith. The three before them were undoubtedly left behind after the passing of eminent monks and great masters, making them absolute supreme treasures for Buddhists.

Wen Yiming weighed it in his hand with a trace of doubt in his heart. Intuition told him it was a treasure, but what exactly it was remained unclear, so he decided to take it back for study.

It would be very difficult for them to evade it. You simply let the comrades behind them continue fighting on their behalf, even if they had to pay with their lives for it.

Yao Minghao dragged his feet as he stepped forward, pouting as he made a bow and said, "Elder Imperial Sister." He had sworn brotherhood with Lu Jue, yet little did he know Lu Jue's relationship with the Grand Princess. While the Grand Princess waited in vain for Lu Jue to call her elder sister, Yao Minghao addressed her as Elder Imperial Sister with far more intimacy than anyone else.

"How do you even have the nerve to ask? What time is it, take a look at the time! With you riding scooters and playing soccer in here, what are you running, an athletic meet?" Ren Zhen asked angrily.

How is it that even after calling each other husband and wife for so long, I still get my face flushed by his flirting?

Yan Chujin slowly explained to Chi Xinian: "Previously, our actions against the Xue family did not rely entirely on our own strength. We co-opted the Lin family, leading everyone to believe that the Lin family and the royal lineage stood on the same front."

"By then, their goal of diverting our attention will have been achieved, and the manipulated water bandits will also have a chance to withdraw safely."

Lu Jue did not answer, merely returning a smile while frowning deeply. Now that it had been further confirmed, a wave of lingering fear coursed through his heart. If it were directed at him alone, he would have no worries, but if it targeted Zhou Ruoshui and his family, that was something he could never allow.

Suddenly, Zheng Li was stunned for a moment by the sight before him. The room, which had originally been completely empty, now contained glass-like display counters, and the pristine white walls were also embedded with identical counters, the only difference being that they lacked support pillars, with each wall counter abutting the next without appearing cramped.

The old man's rank was not low, and representatives from other countries were much the same. Under the banner of the so-called "World Climate Conference," they gathered to discuss various exchanges and cooperation in the new environment.

Countless treasures stood tall, but right in the center, a long sword was the most dazzling, exuding an indomitable aura. The sword qi contained within it was incomparably sharp, overawing the surrounding treasures to the point where none dared approach.

First came the outer layer, piled with some brownish-black, semi-dry, and semi-viscous substances, from which heat could be distinctly felt. This heat warmed the glass distillation flask, causing it to slowly rotate.

In the Sun Moon Empire, aside from the Hand of the Nation Defense, the four beast-king-tier soul engineer regiments, and the Imperial Soul Engineer Regiment, the full complement of other soul engineer regiments was generally five hundred people.

"We're here to collect the silver you owe!" The rat-faced man made a motion to push open the door and walk in, but was blocked by the sturdy man's body.

Axi confirmed that this was information related to the village and silently memorized it before opening another, more mysterious large package.

"Let Your Lordship rest up first, then we can talk. My lady is also a person of keen intelligence and sharp wit; she will surely be able to guide us in a good direction," Uncle Zhou sighed. By this point, circumstances no longer allowed any of them to escape.

Sensing someone approaching, the zombie turned around and instantly became excited, rushing forward with outstretched hands while letting out guttural "ugh, ugh" sounds.

The reporters present looked at each other in dismay. Once they reacted, everyone's eyes lit up—it was that sharp, perceptive look of having seized a headline and found an entry point for an expose. Consequently, an even more pressing wave of questioning surged toward Shu Nuanqing, determined to unearth the inside story.

Our argument attracted a large crowd of onlookers, and the man, losing face, cursed and sullenly walked away.

Inside the wooden box was neither gold, silver, nor martial arts manuals, but a blade—a knife only twenty centimeters long, somewhat resembling a butcher's knife. If not for the fact that the blade was about ten centimeters wide, calling it a dagger would have been more fitting.

They had all been well cared for, so she did not wish to disturb them casually without their consent.