Chapter 59: Prologue to a New Chapter

Developing a body as tough as bronze and iron is no feat for an ordinary person; this is a trial by thunder unique to the realm of cultivation, far beyond the ordinary weapons of the mortal world. Thus, the path to success is anything but easy.

The steward felt a prickling unease under the cold, piercing gaze of Jian Yunyang, a cold sweat unconsciously breaking out across his back.

The three teachers applauded warmly in welcome. It was Li Wei’s first time performing her dance before an audience. Although she had directed some choreography during their class rehearsals, she had never actually taken the stage. Fortunately, nothing went awry.

No matter how respectfully he appeared to greet customers, deep down he looked down on them. He often smirked in secret at their desperate struggles to survive, even to the point of pawning their possessions.

Xu Shanchi felt a bit frustrated. Why did they have to march just after noon? “Master, the soup you boiled last night will likely be undrinkable by now.” It was interesting—people in ancient times paid special attention to nourishing soups. While later generations often said Cantonese people favored soups, in ancient times anyone with some means enjoyed preparing them.

The others pleaded in various ways, swearing oaths, flattering, calling out incessantly, employing every possible tactic. They were willing to do anything if Long Feng would just release them now. Long Feng was stronger than their ancestors, but unfortunately, he offered no reply.

“If you’re not going to school, then why should I?” Li Wei said irritably, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Why?” Long Qingyuan was taken aback, having thought she would be overjoyed to learn he was not poisoned. It turned out she did not believe it at all.

What exactly was this mucus? How could it have such an effect? Long Feng activated the Fate Formation, and the tingling and itching in his fingers was immediately dispelled by the chaotic energy.

Although An Yanzhi had just begun cultivation, the Tai Shi realm cultivation manual he practiced was taught by An Xueling. He had no trouble passing it on to An Xiangzhu.

“General Han Sheng, the Cao army is advancing fiercely this time. Heh, they have no idea the trap we’ve laid for them! They’re truly reckless!” Lu Su laughed excitedly after hearing the report.

After speaking, Ding Hao swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye eight shadows appeared. Han Shaoxuan was startled as these phantoms touched his body one by one and gradually dissipated, while Ding Hao vanished without a trace.

It was not that she deliberately dressed low-key; it was simply her habit, having no concern for appearances.

The seven organizations mentioned above are all production-oriented enterprises. Though their initial results may be modest, persistence will allow them to sustain themselves independently.

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Gao Yu and Huang Hu helped Niu Ren charge toward the breakthrough point, with Sun Kai close behind. His fierce glare swept the area, causing enemy soldiers to hesitate and no longer pursue them closely.

Upon returning to the War King's mansion, he immediately sought credit, ensuring that any future mishaps with Tian Diewu would no longer involve their mansion.

As he spoke, a massive iron hammer appeared in Chao’s hand. Though enormous, Chao wielded it effortlessly.

After Feng Yunxiao left, she frequently wrote to him about her current situation. Thus, he knew she was in Dream City.

Niu Batian also understood that Nangong Yatuo’s behavior likely stemmed from Ding Hao. He glanced at Ding Hao with a helpless expression.

The old master of the Feng family had looked on coldly from the beginning, genuinely surprised that Feng Qi would dare lay hands on his sister-in-law.

“If you behaved, this wouldn’t happen,” Feng Yiyang said hoarsely, reaching to undo his jade belt first.

Before Qing Ji could fully observe his surroundings, the entire sky overhead was illuminated by a dazzling burst of light.

After searching for a long time with no progress, Cheng Xue grew irritable and stepped outside the hall. Unbeknownst to her, those remaining inside appeared ashen but dared not leave.

The imperial chancellor was a crucial minister who attended the morning court regularly. At worst, they could wait for him at the chancellor’s mansion the next day.

Qin Tiansheng flatly refused Zhang Juan, who was immediately puzzled, wondering what his words meant.

“What are you thinking about?” A warm breath whispered near her ear.

Just as he had guessed, Elder Qi Feng sighed in relief but glanced at two human skin corpses beside him, his expression growing complicated.

Wang Liang guessed that it had once tried to escape, but unable to break through the great formation, it had to turn back and hide once more within Moonfall Valley.

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At the manor’s gate, Uncle Jiang was already waiting with a horse-drawn carriage, accompanied by a burly man dressed in black.

Princess Yu had heard of this and was delighted. Simple meals became ever more enjoyable when eaten heartily, warming both heart and stomach, bringing great comfort.

Lin Feiwu began strutting forward with a catwalk-like grace, slowly approaching Yadong. Her expression was chilling. “But what?” Yadong took a cautious step back, nervously asking. With a cold snort, Lin Feiwu’s lithe leg suddenly swung fiercely toward Yadong.

After speaking, Chen Xinghai turned toward the changing room, thinking this was a clever way to save several thousand yuan.

The next morning, Lang Hongxiang descended from the Howling Moon Shrine under the morning glow. After exchanging a few words with the assembled strong warriors waiting, he departed through the formation guarding Howling Moon City.

Chen Lantian was not ashamed that the typhoon had left only one house standing. After seating guests around the battered courtyard table, he brought tea from the remaining room and served home-grown peanuts, having his son entertain the guests while he hurried to the town market for banquet ingredients.

The bodyguards silently endured Xia Zhen’s punishment, their faces flushed as they gradually fell behind.

Upon hearing this, the three young ladies all stared wide-eyed at Li Ren, clearly thinking, "If you hadn’t told us, we would have eaten your share."

Time flew like flowing water; in just a few days, Yao Muchen, Jiang Fusheng, and others would have spent a full year studying at the Ancient Academy.

Wang Meng rejoiced, leading his entire army into battle. Rebel ships could not cross the river, losing all combat effectiveness. Wang Meng’s forces crossed the Yuan and Zi Rivers, sweeping through the rebel river forts like autumn winds scattering fallen leaves. Wherever his army marched, enemy troops scattered, with seven or eight out of ten surrendering.