Chapter 051: The Will Revealed

Wen Ni’s heart instantly leapt into her throat. She kept digging one pit after another for herself, afraid that if she didn’t, she wouldn’t fall in and die from the fall. Wen Ni couldn’t quite make sense of it all.

No matter what, back then she and Zhou Mingfan had been husband and wife for over a year. Even if there had been no intimacy between them, living together day and night for a year and a half—one could even develop feelings for a cat or dog in that time. Yet he couldn’t treat her as Zhou Mingfan did now, as if he couldn’t wait to be rid of her.

Is this really how cruel men are to women they do not love?

Wen Ni couldn’t help but let her gaze fall on Zhou Jingyi. Yes. Because there was no love, he could watch her...

Zhang Changsheng finally came to understand, and in that moment even his demeanor underwent an unimaginable transformation. His aura became more restrained, yet he appeared more imposing than ever, as though he had become one with the heavens and earth, embodying their very will.

The last use was to inject divine power into an object, slowly transforming it until it became an extraordinary artifact or a divine weapon.

He knew that the Holy Emperor Xuan Wuji was an unparalleled genius—otherwise, how could he have reached the mid-stage of Immortal Sovereign in less than fifty thousand years of cultivation?

“Could it be... they’ve already mastered the power of space, able to pass through the void and strike at will?”

Next, everyone witnessed a miraculous sight: the stone shell on the Buddha statue seemed to be moved by some unseen force, transforming into golden lotuses that floated down, filling the entire stone workshop. Buddhist chants rose all around, and it was as if the crowd had stepped into a Buddhist paradise.

Without hesitation, Bai Yijian’s figure flickered and appeared outside a powerful demon god’s kingdom at the center of the divine realm—a gigantic being, a thousand meters tall, shaped like two humanoid toads squatting together.

The problem was, with the current power of Mighty Number One, trying to exert force in such a battle would be like throwing pork into a tiger’s jaws.

Just now, he had clearly seen the town, and the three hundred thousand strong Red Ogre Legion—forty to fifty thousand people—were like ants, reduced to bloody mist by a single sweep of the blood sea under Bai Yijian’s command.

The sun had completely dipped below the horizon. Qing Huaen raised her right hand, and a long rope dropped from the sky. Grabbing it, she soared higher and higher until she vanished from sight.

In the sky, two shadowy figures clashed: the giant rat, dark and ominous, while the ancestor dragon stirred up wind and sand, coiling around the rat.

Her departure had its advantages too; from now on, she wouldn’t have to be caught between her aunt and Lu Yuancheng, making things difficult for herself.

Once Point had walked off, Nolan snapped his fingers at a nearby waiter for two glasses of red wine.

The village heads of all the Sabine villages were quarreling furiously in Gaoge Village, hurling accusations at each other. Despite Ed’s attempts to persuade them to go to Anton Village, each one harbored deep resentment toward the people of New Troy and refused to go no matter what.

Of course, for his soldiers, who had never set foot in Korea nor seen the garb of Goryeo officials, telling the difference between Ming and Goryeo uniforms was all but impossible.

At the order of the flag officer in the front ranks, the Ming army’s formation erupted in a cacophony of explosions. Sparks flew in all directions, and the thick smoke from gunpowder blasts engulfed the battle lines.

Having lived two lives and never having been married, the thought of returning home to see her grandfather made her even more nervous.

“...Dawn has broken. Please make way so the servants of the royal residence can sweep the grounds!” Yuchi Ye finally opened his eyes.

The Ming soldiers stationed in the dark fortress were surrounded and divided by enemies dozens of times their number. The Qing army attacked madly, piling their corpses around the shield-wagons in layers.

Someone rushed forward to cover Bai Muxin’s mouth as she spoke. It wouldn’t matter if Madam heard, but if word reached the old matriarch, there’d be hell to pay.

The autumn air was crisp and clear, sunlight bathing the earth. Ye Xuan was always the last to rise, but no matter how busy things got, Xia Xue made sure he ate something—skipping breakfast was bad for the stomach. It wasn’t their first time; after a few exchanges with Xia Xue, the nanny arrived for her shift.

“Help me move the table and chairs outside. Let’s eat out there and make those heartless onlookers jealous.” Ouyang Pengcheng had just prepared bamboo shoot and duck soup, a plate of stir-fried water spinach, a plate of steamed perch, tofu with mushrooms, and for the main dish, braised pig’s trotter and a plate of smoked preserved eggs, not to mention a bucket of rice.

At the entrance stood a man, tall and imposing, with bronzed skin and chiseled features as if carved by a knife. His eyes, identical to Gong Yixuan’s peach blossom eyes, radiated a wild, untamed charm, dangerously attractive. An aura of regal authority enveloped him, and his thin lips curled into a faint, cold smile.

“So, are you a good guy or a bad guy?” Wang Linfeng’s question was oddly naive—asking the enemy right in the midst of battle.

She passed by the deep ravine she had fallen into a year ago, stood on the bank, and sighed. Last year at this time, the river had been full, but now more than half the water was gone. The shallower rivers had long since dried up.

The two of them, each with their own thoughts, ran home, and as soon as they got out of the carriage, they went their separate ways—one toward Ningxiang Court, the other to Jinlan Court.

Chen Guihua replied, “I heard your brother say your third granduncle’s master was a southerner who came here after his family fell on hard times. Otherwise, he’d never have learned such skills.” As they spoke, they arrived at the mill.

Yingqiu let out a sigh of relief. She knew Bai Muxin wouldn’t trust her easily, but as long as there was no grudge, that was enough. Sooner or later, Bai Muxin would need her for something, wouldn’t she?

She had said that Daoist Qingcheng’s rituals—the altar, the incantations, the ritual steps—none of it had been right. But then, thinking of her own actions, from ragged clothes at the start, to spellcasting, to finally losing her temper in humiliation—had she done anything right at all?

Su Dan was dressed neatly as always, in black nightwear and a veil covering her face. Today, she was selling elixirs at the auction and naturally could not show her real face. Satisfied with her appearance in the mirror, she strode out of the hotel room.

Min’er’s face grew stern—she was clearly angry. Xiang Yuan was startled, but since he hadn’t done anything wrong, he nervously continued recounting what had happened.

Xiang Yuan wasn’t upset over some sweet words, but felt mortified that a single smile from Shen Yun could leave him speechless. He glared at him, gritting his teeth, then turned and headed toward the royal mansion anyway.

Now that he saw Xiao Yu and Jun Luowu arrange to meet in the capital of Junlin, he suddenly felt the urge to kill Xiao Yu once more.

Seeing that, in just a few breaths, he had already regained his composure as if nothing had happened, Captain Yang’s eyes showed a hint of admiration.

“Is it the ancestral treasure you gave away to save Ziqi? Would you be willing to sell it to me?” Ye Chen inquired.