120. The Prime Minister’s Resentment

"Hahaha, Ziyu has done well, truly magnificent!"

At Guandu, in the Cao army camp, Chancellor Cao received news of Wen Chou splitting his forces and laughed heartily, the worry on his face completely swept away.

Xun You’s original strategy was a feint to the east to strike in the west, intended to force Yuan Shao to divert troops and relieve the pressure on the southern bank. However, a strategy is one thing, and its execution is another; sometimes the latter is more important than the former.

This time, Cao Xin, Xiahou Yuan, and Xu Huang joined forces, achieving victory against superior numbers.

"Manager Han, you're back?" Liang Jing, the office director, greeted Han Tao with a smile as she emerged from the Songjiang Farm office building.

Mo Wen’s mind was now occupied more with the relationship between the founders of the Nine Great Divine Arts, the Nine Blood Spirits, and the Ghost Gate.

"I’ve almost recovered. In a couple of days, once Wenwen is better, we’ll leave the hospital together," Mo Wen said with a smile.

Shui Ningyan frowned; the person before her was the same mysterious individual who had tried to kill her in the Miasma Forest that day.

"Then what should we do! Brother... is what Sister Wen said true?" Mo Ling’er walked to Mo Wen’s side, looking nervous.

Yun Chen thought to himself, "I met that Batian when I was at the Sacred Capital; he is the Demon Lord of the Demon Sect. These shameless scoundrels are running wild here—does this Batian not care?" Following this, a surge of righteous fury welled up in Yun Chen, and he prepared to step forward.

"Greetings, Your Highness," Gu Biluo stepped forward to bow. Catherine’s behavior moments ago had been too unrestrained, making her feel awkward about approaching, but she turned back with a smile and asked, "Are any of you friends injured?" Since the Academy of Scholars had been responsible for hosting Antonio and his group, Gu Biluo was already acquainted with them.

It was precisely because of this that the Chancellor’s Mansion, which had collapsed only that morning, was already filled with hundreds of busy figures by the afternoon, beginning the long process of reconstruction.

"Acting?! I think he’s gone from fake acting to the real thing; this performance has gone too far!" Di Luofeng was now clearly a vessel of spilled jealousy.

Across the courtyard, with the shattered gate serving as the boundary, Xiao Dingshan’s side stood silently within. Puppet energy surged, strength roiled, and the mark between his brows flickered in and out of sight. Behind them, the very air seemed on the verge of splintering.

"That sounds nice, but why don't you say it's the cause from a past life bearing fruit in this one?" Chen Yan’er curled her lip, joking in disbelief.

The red-haired middle-aged man smiled slightly, his slender white fingers gently touching the Snow Clan member on the ground, and a faint moan immediately escaped the creature's lips.

She had almost forgotten that several of Xiao Qimen’s disciples recognized her. Although Liuliu was only a second-tier beast, it was a rare spirit beast, and they would certainly remember it.

He wanted to pursue Ren Ruanruan, but this guy had followed her here and seemed quite intimate with her; no man could tolerate that.

Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring vision, and the ground was riddled with craters and mud pits from the fighting.

Song Zhen glared at her. "Simple?" he thought. Did she think he was like her husband, surrounded by servants and able to get things done with just a single command?

In particular, Lin Fan’s remark—"I would rather throw the Resurrection Pill to the pigs and dogs than give it to you"—made Gu Xin feel as if her face had been slapped, leaving it burning with pain.

With a shrill, miserable scream, Lin Wan’er’s chest was pierced through by a single palm strike from Puhui, blood flowing freely.

As the endless light surged into the sky, carrying violent energy, a loud boom followed, and a figure was sent flying from the very center of the battle.

Qin Guan scratched his head. The main issue was that these three trials became increasingly perverted the further one progressed; graduating was truly too difficult.

Jiang Sijing felt a sense of wariness at the sudden question from the head of the Su family, but with Jiang Chenhe present, she felt no worry. "Seventh level of the Qi Sensing Stage, mid-phase," she replied, having improved her cultivation recently.

Glaring at Tang Si, she turned and walked into her clinic to begin her day’s work.

"So now you're unhappy? And you said you’d help if you could—I think you were just saying it to be fake!" Xu Liang said with disdain.