Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Northern Division

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Lu Yunduan and his party quickly left the post station and spurred their horses in pursuit toward the direction of Xuanwu Pass. Along the way, his thoughts kept returning to that mysterious token.

"Northern Frontier Division..." he muttered under his breath, sensing that an important secret was concealed behind this name.

Zhao Tie urged his horse closer and asked in a low voice, "My lord, why do you suppose the diplomatic delegation is heading to Xuanwu Pass? That is a critical border stronghold."

"Precisely because it is a critical border stronghold, it deserves deeper investigation," Lu Yunduan's gaze was grave. "These people are not only connected to the delegation, but they are also entangled with a mysterious organization. I have a feeling this matter is not so simple."

The party whipped their horses into a gallop, hurrying toward Xuanwu Pass...

Just as Li Ye was feeling somewhat disappointed that he had missed the opportunity today to cross swords with the foremost figure of the Yunchi family, a soft and crisp voice rang out beside him.

Yan Jin was indeed blessed with striking looks; her brows and eyes carried an exotic charm, and her skin resembled the finest mutton-fat jade! Yet, no matter how dazzling Yan Jin's appearance was, a touch of childish innocence still lingered on her face.

Only now did Ye Guofan understand where the fragmented ice he had seen earlier had come from—they had all originated from the riverbed.

Liu Ming clutched his chest, partly out of the urge to laugh and partly out of sheer anger. How on earth did this blockhead turn a pledge of allegiance into a top-place certificate of award? Why wasn't it the top-ranking imperial scholar?

He had been fulfilling his duty guarding Zhongsun for a whole day now. In this entire day, aside from catching a glimpse of Zhongsun Fanghua at the very beginning, he had seen virtually no opportunities.

Reese and Ryan Phillippe met at her twenty-first birthday party. At that time, Reese had also just become friends with Charlize. Reese and Ryan fell in love at first sight and plunged into a romance, while Charlize practically bore witness to every little detail of the couple's relationship, participating in every historic moment.

A myriad of dim green lamps suddenly split into inner and outer circles, both suspended roughly at the height of Ye Guofan's shoulders.

This role was intricate, profound, and intensely realistic, posing an unimaginably formidable challenge—one that even surpassed any character Hugo had portrayed thus far.

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"Colonel, calm your anger. Although the bandits have not been completely wiped out, they can no longer cause any major storms," said Midachuanzi.

"Amitabha, the three of you may return. This great merit is now complete, and the Path of Beasts will surely forever remember your kindness," said Monk Baoyin.

"I am not upset. I am just tired and want to sleep," Ding Yumeng collapsed directly onto the soft couch, closed her eyes, and refused to speak further.

Seeing that Leng Jiayi did not reply to her immediately but instead hesitated, Nan Lisheng pressed her lips together lightly, a flash of disappointment crossing her face.

"Since they were detained, why has no one come down to investigate for so long? The refugees are increasing by the day! These corrupt officials are simply too hateful! I really want to slaughter every last one of them with a single blade," Lan Lingling said with a face full of indignation.

However, this left Su Liuli, who was about to compose a poem next, feeling rather unsettled. What was that supposed to mean? Was she not capable of writing poetry? She could compose as well; what was so remarkable about that?

Back in the imperial palace of the previous dynasty, he had tasted countless fine wines, and over the years, he had developed a habit of fondness for alcohol. Yet ever since his imprisonment and exile, the immense shock had caused him to forget his joy for wine.

Looking back at Brother Xing, he did not dare to move at all. As we crept closer for a better look, we realized that Uncle Laojun had already aimed the tree branch he brought directly at Brother Xing's neck.

Her original name, read backward, was Linglan; taking homophonic characters yielded Ling Lan, so she might as well go by that to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Have you eaten your fill?" Shi Ying waved her hand to signal the maid behind her. She picked up the fragrant tea the person had brought over, took a sip, rinsed her mouth, and spat it into the spittoon.

With these subjects of Great Ming living within Northern Continent, as long as they continued to exist, the bloodline of the Han people would never be extinguished. No matter what kind of catastrophes the Central Plains dynasties might suffer, there would always be a place where the bloodline of Great Ming flowed.

Tianxin remembered Su Wu saying earlier that uniting the world required martial artists of the Ascent Realm. Since the Jing clan could become an empire, didn't they possess such supreme experts? He asked Su Wu, "If the Jing clan can be the imperial family, they must have super martial artists of the Ascent Realm. Can't they control the situation?"

The champion would secure a spot among the top eight of the second season finals, which was the exact reason why Zhang Yifan had to seize the championship.

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With Tong Yan suddenly stepping in to offer assistance, how could Jing Bo miss such an opportune moment? Before the Divine Lord could make any further move, he had already swung his blazing saber, cleaving the Divine Lord's body straight in half from top to bottom.

Takeda Jun'ichiro started in fright, the pupils of his eyes violently contracting. In the next split second, he struck out abruptly, delivering a vicious slap across the flat-topped middle-aged man's face.

"Are you certain you haven't mistaken the person?" another secret guard pursued the question. The stakes here were enormous, and not the slightest error could be tolerated.

Very well, as this news report finally arrived, the crowd of soldiers was momentarily struck dumb with astonishment, and soon some even shed tears.

"We finally escaped!" The middle-aged policeman, lingering in dread, exhaled a long breath as his lecherous face was covered in cold sweat.

"How many patients are there in Pigu Village currently? Has it been placed under quarantine and lockdown?" asked Luo Hebin.

Following this wave of attacks by the Chinese team, the tempo of both sides gradually slowed down. For the most part, the players battled for possession in midfield, and whenever the ball occasionally reached the opponent's backfield, it was neutralized by the defenders or the goalkeeper.

Ye Suiyun cried out in astonishment, "What? This is a brothel?" He had previously heard Wei Qiubo say that this was not a place someone like him should frequent.

Furthermore, given the current cooperative relationship between herself and Li Xiang, Li Xiang should at least grant her some face, right?

To be surrounded by such a tsunami day after day, year after year—one, two, three encounters might still be met with a calm mind, but what if it continued uninterrupted for three hundred sixty-five days a year?

Yet in the world of competitive sports, victory is victory and defeat is defeat; one or two matches cannot define an entire professional career.

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