Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Unique Taste of a Warlord (Part One)

In front of the county office, a tall man dressed in tight-fitting black clothes with narrow sleeves dismounted from a horse as dark as night, save for a streak of white upon its brow. Several men followed behind him, each bearing a military blade and exuding a formidable presence.

Yan Fang had barely left his horse when he spotted Yun Shuang. His face lit up with joy and he waved to her excitedly. “Lady Yun!” he called.

Jiang Xiao also turned to look, his black eyes as intense as ever. He fixed his gaze on her for a moment before striding over.

Seeing this, Nalan Mingshan hurried forward as well. He crouched down beside the corpse of the young man. Lan Ao Ning’s words had struck a chord in his heart, awakening worries he himself could not deny.

Wanyan Lie set down his teacup and offered a friendly smile. “This is the Zhou residence, Brother Zhou; there’s no need for such formality. Let us sit and talk.” He gestured to the seat beside him, inviting Zhou to sit next to him.

Last night brought a heavy snowfall. Though the snow had stopped, the mountains looked somber, shrouded in the vast dusk. The ancient trees nearby bore thick layers of snow, weighed down by the years.

“Stop, you’re pushing me! It’s uncomfortable.” Ouyang Ying’er hurriedly pushed Liu Ming away, realizing how much effort it had taken them both to endure until now. She knew that acting impulsively at such a moment would only earn the family’s ridicule.

Qin Yun Di’s eyes shimmered with tears. He suddenly turned and strode forward. Qin Yun Xuan glanced back and noticed his steps were unsteady, lacking the usual firmness and strength.

Pang Lin sat at the head of the oval table, his face dark and brooding, maintaining a heavy silence. The atmosphere in the conference room was tense, broken only by Pang Feng, who acted as if nothing was amiss—lounging with a cigarette, exhaling leisurely clouds of smoke.

Yet the greatest problem now was that, despite his formidable aura—having reached the peak of the Ninth Flame Stage in the Profound Radiance Realm—he could not take that final step forward.

At such a time, she, as Empress, could not afford to falter. She must keep the situation under control, preventing chaos from spreading beyond repair. It was her duty to guard the palace and to suppress news of the Emperor’s disappearance, ensuring it did not leak to other parts of the palace.

The year 796—wasn’t that next year? If the first day of the first month was only two months away, then the new ruler’s ascension must refer to King Kang, as hinted at in the divine prophecy.

“Very well!” Yan Eleven knew that, whether or not the Shen family was involved, news of this incident would surely tarnish their reputation if it spread.

This news swept through websites, forums, and among netizens like a hurricane. Eagerly, people flocked to enjoy the CG videos created by Gao Ping Kangjie.

Upon hearing her father approve of her relationship with Wu Yi, Situ Xuejiao’s anger melted away and she brightened instantly. Tears still glistened on her cheeks as she wiped them away carelessly, then wrapped her arms around her father, burying her head in his chest and acting spoiled.

Yan Yu Sha soared into the air, suspended gracefully, her robes billowing and long hair swirling, surrounded by a deadly aura as she looked down upon the two thousand Underworld officers below.

Yan Eleven peered through the window and discovered that the seven Thousand Infant Ghost Bananas had not been damaged by the fire. Instead, the ghost infants sealed within the trunks were prying open the nailed boards and leaping down from the trees.

Absurd! Truly absurd! How could this happen? Our relationship is pure, just siblings—we’ve hunted ghost infants together, faced life and death as brothers. We are the best of friends.

This time, everyone began answering Yan Ruyu’s questions all at once, evidently hoping to earn a cigarette.

“Of course! As long as Brother Zilong is willing to pay a high price, I can call up several top-ranked assassins at any time. Success is guaranteed,” Zhou Qianfan replied with a chuckle.

Are you playing with me? Come on, in Tai Xuan Prefecture City, disciples of the Earth King are stationed everywhere, powerful figures abound. Bai Xuan and his companions have just eliminated those disciples, and now they’re flaunting themselves at the gate of Taihe Prefecture City?

The fledgling phoenix is truly cunning. Even dealing with one is headache enough—if she’s set loose as well, things will get truly lively.