Chapter Seventy-Four: A Midnight Visitor (Part One)

Yang Yuan stopped in his tracks and watched for a while before finally recognizing that this was actually Chen Qianhu, the commander responsible for the Thousand-Household Garrison nearby. In the whole of Xiazhou, there were twenty-two such garrisons, sixteen of which were situated around Shanyang County. The garrison under Commander Chen Ye was located not far from Changsheng Village.

Yang Yuan hurried forward to greet him, bowing and saying, “Greetings, Commander Chen.”

Chen Ye reined in his horse and glanced at Hu Li, who was slung over Da Shan’s shoulder like a dead pig, his brows knitting together.

When Bai Jingjing heard this, her heart was filled with joy. She then went to find Xing Bin, who could not agree to her request directly. He told her that, when it came time for the research, they would take everything into account; results would not be the sole criterion, for this was not simply an examination—there would be further assessment and provincial deliberation, and he would do his best to help her win the opportunity.

Lei Yin responded instantly, gathering his strength, and with a sudden draw of his blade, brought it crashing down with a thunderous roar. Not only did the carriage split, but even the paving bricks beneath bore deep scars from his strike.

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Sister Xiangling’s tofu workshop was several times busier than usual, with people queuing up even before four in the morning.

At the very front of the line, a man in a black robe moved silently, his face stern, a touch of gray at his temples. As he entered Huaxia this time, this black-robed man held back a surge of emotion. He had made up his mind: he would lead his subordinates to complete the task assigned by his boss, no matter what.

At last, she had exhausted all her strength, finally burying every last shred of love, finally grinding all hope to dust.

“It’s a red-crowned crane. You don’t see many these days—we’re lucky today!” Old Ji’s third uncle exclaimed in wonder beside them.

Zhao Bingxue had now transferred from Caolingzi Township to serve as the deputy captain of the Criminal Police Brigade. He Da Shan still thought of her often, and seeing her come to him on her own made his heart soar.

The primordial chaos surged—terrifying beyond measure. Its power far surpassed that of the middle-aged man in purple from before.

That smile, clear as moonlight after rain, beautiful without being haughty or noble, made the old madam thoroughly satisfied.

Staring at the bamboo grove before her, Jiuhuang had already circled it hundreds of times, yet she still hadn’t found a way to break the formation. At this moment, she couldn’t help but recall her master’s words, wishing she had studied the art of arrays more diligently back then. If she had, she wouldn’t be trapped here now, utterly helpless.

Soon after, Qian Mo led all the troops of Pas City out, intent on annihilating the thousand Celestial Dynasty soldiers under Jiuhuang’s command.

As Wang Peng withdrew his gaze, Dongzi pushed open the door to the café and immediately spotted Wang Peng sitting in the corner.

Though they had used wolf-eye flashlights during the blackout, those were point-source lights. It took some time to adjust to the broader, diffuse illumination now present.

“You little rascal, are you itching for a beating?” Nan Liu Mo’s pale fingers hovered over the bamboo flute at his waist.

It was even a grave threat. It had an instinct that, should it dare to resist by force, it would be abandoned here forever.

She wanted to speak out in anger, to question him loudly, but before she could say a word, Robin swiftly reached beneath her skirt’s hem and deftly snatched the golden orb hidden in her skirt pocket.

The tank’s body had been treated with a matte finish, making it easy to climb. Lin Hai took two steps and leaped to the topmost hatch.

When he returns, what kind of being will he become? The power of the Law will awaken. What awaits them two years hence? Only the rogue knows, but he doesn’t want everyone to bear that burden—he chooses to shoulder it silently.

We beseech your blessing: let your merciful breeze dry the tears of the bereaved, let your wise sunlight reveal the true meaning of life, let us remember their golden words, let us praise their benevolence and merit, let the brilliance of their lives shine on into the future, and let the garden of their lives flourish without end.