Chapter 68: Military Strength

Lu Yunduan finished writing the letter and carefully sealed it. He walked over to the window, gazing at the distant, hazy mountain silhouettes as his thoughts churned in chaos.

"Knock, knock." A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Come in."

Li Xuzhou pushed the door open and entered. "My lord, the horses and dry rations are all prepared."

"Mm." Lu Yunduan turned around. "Have someone deliver this letter to the capital."

The old grandfather only grew more fond of Chana the longer he looked at her, feeling convinced that such a considerate child would surely receive the blessings of the heavens.

"What is Fengguang saying?" He effortlessly caught the pillow she threw at him, wearing an innocent expression that compelled anyone to wonder if they had simply misunderstood him.

"You plan to wear that to the Jiang family estate for your grandfather's birthday banquet?" Qin Shi asked Jiang Ning.

As long as one still holds onto attachments in their heart, even if the Grim Reaper places a scythe against their neck, they can still wrestle him for a turn.

Two ancient weapons: one was rather peculiar, looking like a massive iron arrow or perhaps a specialized spear. The other was an ordinary swordsman's blade.

Sheng Ruosi had just wanted to speak, but Xiao Yunqi had already turned directly and walked toward the second floor, leaving her instantly stunned.

The father and son of the He family had not yet faded from their initial excitement when they heard He Hong speak thus, leaving them momentarily frozen in place.

Ball after ball, ten balls in succession. At such close range, Phasan did not even make a motion to dive; he simply stood there and caught every single ball with one hand.

Xu Qiuyue's voice was tranquil and light. She picked up the teacup from the stone table and took a sip of the spiritual tea. The pure spiritual energy flowed through the meridians within her body, refined in the span of just a few breaths to merge into the true essence within her dantian.

We always envy how dazzling and eye-catching others are beneath the sunlight, yet we remain unaware of the inhumane treatments they endure within the unfamiliar circles unknown to outsiders.

To keep up with his rapid growth, the Hunhe Yuanling Pillar—a tier-six soul defense magical treasure—had long failed to match his strength. Now was truly the time to upgrade it.

Steel Rod and Iron LV1: As sturdy as steel, capable of withstanding blunt force and ordinary sword attacks.

Su Jinghui also realized that she could suddenly move again. After arching an eyebrow and curling her lips in a pout, she followed after him, only to see his gaze wander around the room before finally landing on the embroidery basket, fixing upon a piece of embroidery that was merely missing a few final stitches.

However, although there were no medicinal dishes, the delicacies of the Drunken Immortal Tower certainly lived up to their reputation. Furthermore, every single dish served was a signature specialty of the establishment, which thoroughly pleased both Madam Jin Hua and Crown Princess Shen Xinting.

Unless death claimed her, she would never forget this hatred for as long as she drew breath.

Just as Gu Ye wore an expression of intense anger, not far away, Xie Ting's delicate oval face had drained of all color. Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the constantly flashing light point on the crystal board, the emotion in her gaze complex to the extreme.

Not long after sending off her aunts, Su Jinghui allowed Xiang'er to help her into bed. Xiang'er then picked up the teapot to refill it so that water would be readily available should Su Jinghui wake up and need a drink during the night.

In the art world, those who have not made a name for themselves can only be called painters, while those who reach the level of someone like Langson can truly be considered artists. The most active figures in recent art circles were a few talented young men headed by Xu Ziying.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." Madam Suzuki said with utmost gratitude, pointing out the quickest route to the hospital for Muyun.

Seeing Rong Yin's expression finally change, Duan Shulan wore a look of triumphant excitement, as if she had finally stepped on Rong Yin's tail. She detested that weightless feeling of punching a ball of cotton the most.

Neither of them was weak. Unobservant at first, once the Corpse King pointed it out, they noticed that the chessboard had indeed turned into an ordinary one.

Accompanied by a series of massive tremors, Xiang Feiyu and Zhao Feiyan climbed higher and higher, gradually vanishing into the swirling clouds and mist until they were completely out of sight.