Chapter 32: Are you sure it won't turn around and take a bite out of us?

Qi Xuan: Two thousand warming talismans? Is this little girl here for the secret realm trial, or is she here to run a business?

"Let's go. We need to hurry and find the treasures," Si Nansheng said with a sweet smile.

"The snow is everywhere here; it's very difficult to walk, and it will be a huge waste of stamina," Qi Xuan said, looking around with a sense of dejection. The snow here was very deep, and one wrong step could land you in a snow pit.

Si Nansheng looked at the surrounding environment; indeed, it was so.

He sprinted with all his might. While fleeing, he was repeatedly struck by beams of light, leaving his back a bloody, mangled mess. Yet, he did not stop for a single step, maintaining a high-speed dash until he finally crossed the stone tablet zone.

Therefore, Yang Chao still had to set an example. Even though he had effectively given up on letting Shi Kefa take command, he still needed to issue orders through him.

At seventy-five years old, being able to preside over the provincial examinations in Nan-Zhili should have been a tremendous honor, but Dong Qichang, who had avoided politics his entire life, understood the hidden implications.

First of all, this revolution overturned the Shenzhou colonists' colonial rule over most of Europe for more than five hundred years, liberating over three hundred million Europeans—this was an incredibly remarkable achievement, the greatest setback the Shenzhou colonists had ever encountered, and a great victory for the people of Europe.

Geng Tianle's casual remark deeply provoked the arrogant Pluto Dragon, driving it into a frenzy. A much thicker shockwave erupted from its mouth, making the entire golden beam of light even more terrifying and dazzling.

However, once Jiang Shan said this, Yu Mian Niang, lying on the ground, laughed, though a trace of sorrow flickered in the depths of her eyes.

Taking advantage of the moment Fei Zhan was fully focused on dealing with Ma Zhong, Yu Jin drew his bow and aimed at him. With a swish, an arrow struck Fei Zhan squarely in the throat. The man didn't even make a sound before collapsing backward.

Huang Chong and Yang Chao walked outside the camp. Less than a hundred paces away lay the wild grass flats, the alluvial plains at the mouth of the Qinhuai River where it met the Yangtze. Yet, on the opposite side, the same river flats had been reclaimed by wealthy families into contiguous farmlands.

Chen Dexing, dressed in a wide-sleeved robe with a cross-collar and wearing a Dongpo cap, pushed his way through the crowds in Wazi Lane, lost in his own thoughts.

However, the greatest gain—or rather, victory—of this battle was Yang He's capture of Dudu, the Beile of Anping of the Great Qing Empire.

There were many people across Yuzhou who were starving, and the news that the Qingzhou army was now providing food to its soldiers held great appeal.

"My sister agreed to let me come! I'll drink cooling tea when I get back!" Dangkang had always felt a bit guilty when coming to his shop, fearing Bi Fang would discover him and kick him out. Now, with Fuzhu accompanying him, his speech was much more confident.

Li Xingyun raised his hand, using the heavenly thunder in his palm to draw down lightning from the sky. Rolling dark clouds gathered from all directions, forming a vortex above the Jiaolan Palace like the legendary Eye of Divine Punishment. Thunderous energy brewed within, descended, and was caught in Li Xingyun's palm.

As they were speaking, Lan Tian returned from outside. Upon entering, he winked at Luo Fu. Luo Fu understood, took leave of her mother, and followed Lan Tian into the house.

Consort Wan remained unconscious, her high fever unabated. The Chenghua Emperor carefully wiped her forehead with a cold towel.

On the other hand, the situation in India was quite puzzling. The two popular male singers from India received very few votes, while the internet celebrity singer Shirley received a high number of votes.

She examined the inconspicuous, dusty stone in her hand. It looked like nothing special; perhaps if it were thrown on the side of the road, no one would even bother to pick it up.

Having Meng Zhixiang win over the various lords of the world was a strategy, but Li Ke-yong knew clearly that it was entirely unrealistic to expect anything from these extremely clever and cunning individuals.

As long as the Dao of Killing existed, the Heavenly Martial Dao of Killing could continue to fight, constantly shattering other paths of killing, and forging the most ferocious monster within one's heart into the most powerful existence.