Chapter 73: The Tragedy of Wancounty

Under the scorching sun, a vast cavalry army advanced at full speed.

“Li Sheng, how far is it ahead?” Zhao Su reined in his warhorse and asked the vanguard commander beside him.

Li Sheng raised his hand, pulled out the map from behind him, traced it for a moment with his finger, and quickly replied, “Your Highness, according to the map, fifty li further ahead is Wan County of Henan Prefecture.”

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After wiping her clean, he placed his hand on her forehead, probing for any sign of illness that might have arisen from the departure of the Binding Heart Lock.

Clang! Sword energy knocked the wine sword from Jianjiu's hand. Suspended in midair, Jianjiu coughed up a mouthful of blood; the serenity of his heart was shattered, and the effects of the wine dispersed.

Xu Se needed to rest for a while. She couldn’t command the people inside Jiang’s Logistics, and the Ancient Treasures Appraisal Center had to be put on hold for now.

At the same time, Xi Wan’s old eyes widened. With a furious roar, his wide sleeves flared; he suddenly seized a blood bead in his palm and held it before him.

I went to see Michael. Jean Valin informed me the governor was in the Black Coffin’s underground, inspecting the power source of the Black Coffin.

Yu Zhiwei couldn’t help but sigh—she truly was a girl of deep affection, and such a fiery temperament at that. If it were some other young lady, she would likely be weeping quietly in secret at this very moment.

The common folk watched the commotion, unable to discern any subtleties; all they knew was that those wearing flying fish robes were members of the Brocade Guard. Anyone with some insight could tell that not only were there agents from the Suppression Division, but also many from the Ceremonial Guard.

“These items serve as your credentials within the base—they’re symbols of your identity. Take good care of them. If you lose them, it’ll be very troublesome.” Distributing household registration booklets and identity cards one by one, Li Yang gave a simple reminder.

I avoided the scattered bandits along the way, treading lightly across grass and through woods, committing the map to memory as I went. Whether or not I planned to escape, a map was always useful; someday, I would draw a precise map of all the surroundings. If I could not reach the skyscraper, then I would build a splendor to rival it right here.

Yet, the rules of this lawless land were known to all—how could they dare to overreach into this place?

With his eyes tightly shut, Ouyang Fan muttered unconsciously. In the next instant, the haze in his mind suddenly cleared.

Upon hearing this, everyone hurried back to their seats, fastening their seatbelts and pressing themselves firmly into place.

Ouyang Fan’s request was not unreasonable. In his second awakening state as the Demon King, any target within a kilometer would be struck by lightning and reduced to shreds. His request was tantamount to sending them to their deaths.

The renovation workers had finished painting the walls and floors, then paused for a while and saluted Zhang Heng.

Yun Yueyao glanced briefly around. Guided by Qin Zi’ang, she arrived at the location where new students completed their registration—the foot of Spirit Mountain, at a classroom nestled among bamboo groves.

Brother Qiang could not believe Zhang Heng was just an ordinary man. He stared at him for a long time before tentatively asking a question.

“Sir...” There was neither fear nor panic. In the heart of Er Niu, who stood before the Lord Yu who had changed his entire family’s life, there was only gratitude—and even excitement at being able to converse so closely.

“Immortal, bind him and hand him over to us. Take him to the Forensic Sect—everything will become clear there.” A flash of killing intent passed through Ji Yuntian’s eyes.

As soon as the spiritual formation vanished, it darted about like a snake, feinting and attacking from the side. Seizing the moment when the burly man dodged, it suddenly spat out an icicle, piercing his thigh.

Yu Qing wore a crimson dress adorned with golden butterflies, a nine-phoenix hairpin set with eastern pearls, and ruby earrings. Her makeup was exquisite and her bearing dignified, instantly drawing many admiring eyes.

Lu Chongshi walked into the back courtyard and saw Qi Hao waiting there with several servants. In the courtyard stood a large chest—the gift Qi Hao had brought this time.