Chapter Eleven: Order Whatever You Like

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Although merely rumors, the political and business elites of Yu Capital, as well as leaders from all walks of life, all share an indescribable connection with Yuelu Manor. At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a bamboo rattan chair was placed beside a bamboo table. The tortoise shell showed signs of age, its surface worn smooth from countless touches, with its patterns nearly faded away. Liang Chen smiled gently, soothing Liu Huaishan before pulling the Black Bear aside, whispering something indecipherable. Ouyang Minglang stood up. Once a sunny young man, he had undergone over half a year of trials by fire and blood, and now, responsible for Beidou’s intelligence operations, he appeared increasingly mature and composed. Judging by his demeanor, though still somewhat inferior to Bing Ling, he undoubtedly posed a significant threat. Nearby, the photographer covering the battle helplessly covered his forehead—the girl’s moves truly resembled those of a complete novice. Warfare in the era of cold weapons was unlike modern combat; it was a clash of flesh and blood, a primal cry from the essence of life itself. Warriors, countless as the horizon, raised their curved blades high, exuding a deadly, frenzied aura; the momentum carried by tens of thousands was enough to shatter any enemy’s will. Before a single breath had passed after reaching the ground, Chen Yu extended his sword finger; a chaotic sword light sharply pierced the earth, carrying Chen Yu deeper underground. After finishing his words, Chen Mo turned to leave. His brief refusal to spare time only deepened the mysterious and aloof charm surrounding him. At dawn, Chen Xi was pleased to see everyone still full of energy after such prolonged exertion. After all, more training awaited; if they were already exhausted, it would defeat the purpose of the stamina-boosting and constitution-enhancing herbs she had prepared. “We... we’re almost at the point of parting ways,” Zhao Nannan said, her eyes red with genuine reluctance. “Void, iron chains, refusal, head!” Lin Lan whispered these words softly. She wasn’t sure if Leng Yu would recall anything, but she was certain that some of her words would resonate with him.

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Gu Sheng frowned slightly when Campbell mentioned Gersmey, his eyes turning icy as he cast a sharp glance toward the representatives of the McPherson family. Then, alchemical arrows exploded one after another, erupting into massive flames that not only blazed fiercely but also evaporated a layer of seawater surrounding the Orphan’s Tear. Wen Qingyan was also a mortal who could bleed; how could she possibly be someone who had lived through three lifetimes? Yesterday, after receiving a definite affirmation from Han Xing, he contacted Jennifer and Anna Tur immediately, fearing that any delay might cause him to miss the bus docked on the eighth floor. When his finger brushed over a deep wound that had just stopped bleeding, he grimaced slightly—it was unbearably painful. Tang Hai’s thoughts were simple: the magic elemental stones here were easy to mine and saved time and effort. If such a prime location could bring him here, what else could be doubted? Finally, Fu Jingyan pulled away from her lips, his eyes brimming with endless desire yet radiating a potent aura of danger. “What are you? Get lost!” The Fire Dragon Child’s fiery temper could not withstand such provocation. Yin Zibo was furious as well; already annoyed over the ship’s delay, he was about to explode. If they could lure the Carefree Demon Lord himself here and kill him, it would be a blessing, eliminating future troubles. Cheng Feng roared angrily, stamping his feet repeatedly on the ground as he charged relentlessly forward along the street. Yet, just as the sharp blade was about to fall upon Cheng Feng’s neck, something unbelievable happened to Jiang Shilong and Bi Xiao. The three-headed Blood Salamander King took a few steps back and suddenly opened its three massive mouths, releasing a terrifying aura as three spheres of crimson energy spewed forth. “Don’t be too hasty. I will give you a fair chance to fight. I want to understand the wonders of Chinese martial arts!” Number Three said leisurely.

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It was clear that the young master Shanhe and his family were no longer suited to live in the imperial capital. With Old Wu’s consent, they relocated their entire household to Binhai City together with him and his companions. “Well... I guess my brain isn’t functioning well. Please, Young Master Bai, give me some guidance,” Director Wang said with a broad smile. The adults had orchestrated this entire setup to trap you. I originally thought you wouldn’t fall for it so easily, but to my surprise, it was that simple. Before the words had fully left his mouth, Chu Mu and the other two vanished within the golden hall, leaving only Jin Huang, who stared at the Origin Blood with a look of obsession. Indeed, nothing irks men more than being told they are inadequate. Just moments ago, uncle appeared weak and meek; now he dared to kick the door open. It seemed yet another fierce battle was about to unfold, a chance to revive the manly spirit. Having spent less than two days within the main keep, Tortoise Shell Sadamune was not very familiar with the resident Tsukumogami, including Juzumaru Tsunetsugu. Two public security officers rushed forward, pulling the man off the bed and forcing him to kneel facing away, restraining him in a corner. “Actually, this matter is also a great opportunity for Brother Chen—a chance to make money,” Li Shanshen said mysteriously with a smile. Observing the steadily increasing number of chickens in the nets—several hundred after a rough count—the villagers were all stunned. After Zhao Gang married Zhou Yutao, Yuan Yuan moved away, so he no longer knew where she and her child currently lived. “General Yue, could you spare me fifteen minutes?” Jiang Han suddenly transmitted to Xiao Yue, also known as Yue Xiao.