Chapter 25: The First Gathering

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As Shang Mengqi followed Qiu Shaoze inside, she felt as if she had instantly stepped into an antique era.

"Scoundrels!" the crowd roared in fury. Li Erniu and Tan Feng each thrust their spears into the man's thighs. Though he convulsed in agony, he could not stop his manic laughter.

Lin Yun, Lin Xian, and the others flashed out from the collapsed castle and stood before Xian. Staring at him coldly, they were struck by a surge of shock: such immense power! This surely exceeded the level of a Dragon War Emperor, did it not?

One system consisted of the military camps headed by the Ministry of War, encompassing the frontier armies primarily based in the nine strategic border towns.

Even the master of the Xuanyuan Holy Sword would likely not dare to harm those protected by Gan Jiang, yet here was a mere mortal harboring such designs.

In truth, this accident could not be blamed on Qiu Shaoze. Although his duel with Ye Lingfeng had ended, the residual aura and sword intent still lingered in the air.

She even toyed with the idea of writing an IP herself and developing it, automatically casting Jin Wang as the face of the male lead.

The vast land of China was certainly not lacking in wicked young masters like An Jiexi, but good men like Qiu Shaoze existed as well, though they were few and far between.

"Yes! I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!" Hearing that Li Ningyu had assigned all fifty new rifles to his platoon, Zhang Dahu immediately stood up to declare his commitment.

He regretted his rashness more and more; had he known the other party was so audacious, he would have waited for Qian Wogua and Li Yan regardless of the cost.

Official Wang Lingguan reported, "Your Majesty, that monk carries a nine-ringed pewter staff, which is more than enough to deal with common wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards." He then detailed how the nine-ringed staff could be used to combat demons and evil spirits.

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This leader was once the pride of the elite special forces, and the unit he founded could fight the toughest battles and accomplish every impossible task.

He suddenly envied Zhang Juzheng, who had the unwavering trust of Empress Dowager Li, allowing him to successfully retain his post despite the mourning period for his father.

As the final prodigy of his sect, Jun Xi unleashed his full strength at this moment. He was the greatest talent of the Gu Poison Sect; not only were his Taoist arts formidable, but he also possessed countless venomous insects, each with unique supernatural abilities.

At this moment, the forces of the Holy See, including the Saint Son Jiang Siqi, looked visibly grim upon seeing the reinforcements from the Dark Mage clan.

"Over sixty Taoists, twenty-one captured alive, yet Wu Yazi and Qiu Desheng have yet to show themselves," Zhang You remarked.

After the main force of the Fallen Star Sect converged, they stopped in their tracks, leaving Fang Jin and the others utterly confused. Eager to send out reconnaissance hawks to investigate, they found themselves blocked by the sect’s layered defenses, unable to fly through.

Of course, he had harbored such thoughts even when Zhang Juzheng was in power, but now he truly understood the painstaking efforts behind Zhang’s reforms. Facing change, his initial hesitation vanished, replaced by absolute determination.

Seeing the sprinting chain of bullets and hearing the deafening roar, Commander Wen was terrified. He desperately controlled the boy’s remaining functional left fist, slamming it directly into his own jaw. The violent impact shattered the boy’s cranial armor, sending a shower of metal fragments falling to the ground.

The precise, machine-like, and highly purposeful climbing style was no longer there.

Of course not. When Su Junhua was treating Losang Dolma, he had felt his chest burning. While it was normal for him to radiate heat when channeling energy for healing, the searing heat in his chest did not come from his own internal energy, but from the jade pendant he wore.

As the parachute opened rapidly, a tearing sound echoed as the fierce wind ripped a large hole in the fabric; the tear, initially the size of a finger, quickly widened to the size of a palm.

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Yet, could she say no? If she did, Feng Ming would certainly be displeased; perhaps he was merely testing her.

The fifth duty was to organize and lead the youth to focus on the central tasks of the town party committee, participate in economic construction, carry out enterprise-building activities, and leverage the Youth League as a vital force and assault team. In other words, to fulfill the role of vanguard and model for the youth.

She did not know what catastrophe she had endured last night, nor who had saved her, and she felt faint aches throughout her body. But the feeling of being alive was wonderful, and Yang Liping did not care about paying such a small price.

News of the Jiangning Army’s large-scale sweep near Shengjing reached the ears of Haoge and the others. Upon learning that the Jiangning Army was slaughtering indiscriminately nearby, the Manchus in Shengjing were filled with righteous indignation. Many petitioned Haoge to lead them out of the city to fight a decisive battle, but he refused them all.

"Where is the temple? I am best at painting dragons; I shall go and admire it another day," Ye Zigao said.

"This..." Xianniang was left speechless. Even though she had never done business, she knew what kind of exorbitant profits would arise if an industry were monopolized.

Fu Chuji moved his lips, wanting to suggest that Shen Nuo visit a neurologist at the hospital, but he held his tongue.