Chapter 84: Huh? Why Did He Faint? (Third Update)

At this moment, Du Yuanzhou was still slumped in his seat, gasping for breath. He had no idea what had just happened to him—a sudden and overwhelming wave of nausea had washed over him, one so intense it was impossible to suppress.

At this point, the host picked up the microphone and loudly announced that the recording would proceed. The four mentors returned to their seats one after another. Jiang Yiyan held a damp towel to her nose, still shaken from what had just occurred. In truth, it wasn’t just her; even those with much experience, who had been listening closely along the city’s edge for any new developments to report, sensed a far grander sound approaching from the south, beyond the two cavalry units visible. Their intuition matched Zhu Da’s estimate from the previous day—the main force of the Mongol army had begun its return.

Although Huang Chao possessed some martial skill, he was utterly exhausted from days of fleeing, no match for Lin Yan and his group of more than ten. As for sorcery, though Huang Chao had apprenticed himself to Lady White Bone, his mind was always on his “Great Enterprise” and he’d never truly committed to his training; at this moment, his powers were useless.

Though the Changchun Sect’s foundation was far less solid than that of Buddhism, and Wu Mei’s influence somewhat insubstantial, its current growth was remarkable—temples of the Changchun Sect could be found everywhere.

With the restoration of the Tang, Daoism now needed to support a wise ruler. Li Dan’s imperial star had faded, while Li Longji’s was at its zenith. Who else would they support but Li Longji?

Suddenly, a gate in the military camp opened, and a tall figure appeared abruptly outside. But this was futile—the cannons had a range of a kilometer, and with the advantage of the high city walls, everything within three miles was within their reach. More than a dozen cannons on the ramparts fired in unison; escape was almost impossible.

The Emperor of Fengdu was utterly dumbfounded. What kind of treasure was this, that it could withstand the full force of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s strike?

In the end, Xing Tianyu gritted his teeth, seized the guest room’s doorknob, and pushed the door open with all his strength.

Many people had noticed the farce unfolding nearby. At first, they thought someone had tried to use a counterfeit ticket; now, they realized the truth.

Though Zhang Yi remained in the capital, his presence had been carefully muted, so few would notice him.

Therefore, at the students’ strong urging, he canceled today’s class and dismissed them early, planning to ask the scheduling teacher to arrange a new venue.

She raised her glass and clinked her empty cup, now resting on the coffee table, against Wang Ge’s, producing a crisp “ding.”

If the Grand Master held a grudge against the Qu family—and if both were Grand Masters—then it was the Qu family that had cause for concern.

He asked after Anna, and was told she had finally succumbed to sleep. “Come, lie down on the sofa. I’ll give you a massage.”

Even your cat is named after him; if you claim not to care, no one will believe you.

Such a serious matter would likely only be mentioned in passing to someone at Zheng’s rank. The details and responses remained unknown.

Even Jiang Shan was shocked for a brief moment—so much so that she failed to react—for the “Water Monster’s” gaze had been fixed on Wei Yuan and Zhang Zheng the entire time; this sudden change was truly unexpected.

Zhang Yi’s identity was far more interesting than that of the Xu siblings; everyone immediately gathered around him.

Qiao Qi, though filled with longing to go east and dream of making a comeback in Dongyi someday, was forced by circumstances—and by lack of options—to give up, nodding regretfully.

“The Japanese food is pretty good, but there aren’t enough vegetables—just raw and fresh seafood everywhere,” Huang Yunfei said as he shoveled rice into his mouth.

Over the next year, Lei traveled back and forth between various countries—not only for his own business but also to help his homeland handle a number of highly sensitive matters. Chief among these were assisting in the pursuit of fugitive corrupt officials and tracing their illicit gains.

He then glanced in their direction. Many present knew he was the boss of this place, and immediately, the crowd began to jeer at Long Zhanyan, eager for the spectacle.