Volume 1, Chapter 26: The Counterfeit Ancient Sword

Yan Ming was a man of great experience and keen perception. He could see that the relationship between Zhang Wenxuan and Li Binglan was out of the ordinary; in his memory, his boss had never brought any young man to see her before.

"He is my friend."

"Zhang Wenxuan, come over here, let me introduce you."

"This is Old Yan, Yan Ming. He is the anchor of my shop. He has been in this business for over fifty years!"

"They say that an elder in the house is like a precious treasure, and Old Yan is exactly that. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to consult him," Li Binglan introduced.

Hehehe!

Yan Ming smiled kindly: "The boss is too flattering. I am just an old man with one foot in the grave..."

"Beast, you beast!" The old man coughed while repeating these words over and over.

Old Deng shook his head while speaking. He took out his pipe, packed it with tobacco, and lit it. His task was complete; he had found us such a good place to camp. Having walked over ten kilometers on mountain paths, the ten-yuan reward felt a bit meager, so I gave him twenty instead.

The Yun, Lin, and Bai families now held immense power, controlling the troops at the borders and the capital region. Any one of them could make the imperial court tremble with a mere stomp of their foot. If the three families were to join forces, they would be virtually unshakable, posing a grave threat to the imperial authority.

"Didn't you need a sculptor? I just took a look at that lame Gao, and I’m afraid he’s not very reliable," the Crown Prince said, quickly changing the subject when he sensed that Wang Cailu was about to lose her temper.

He was clearly uneasy. He slowly withdrew his hand and braced himself against the ground, trying to stand up. Having been curled up in the wardrobe for too long, his limbs were stiff, and he stumbled slightly.

Yun Jingchu looked at them one by one, inspecting those already organized, and then those still piled up in the transport box.

As the sun set, the old camp was filled with corpses and the screams of soldiers. The red afterglow of the sunset spread across the sky and earth like thick, viscous blood.

Eunuch Li was shocked. He wanted to plead for Shui Qingqian, but he dared not speak. One must never provoke the Emperor when he is in a fit of rage, or else one would suffer dearly.

Fan Yiyi slowly lowered the camera in her hands. She had thought that by throwing herself into busy work after returning, she would stop thinking about everything between her and Situ Jingliang. But she realized she still cared deeply.

"Yiyi, are you okay?" He hadn't expected her to come to C City. She hadn't appeared when he was most severely injured, nor had she appeared when he was discharged from the hospital.

Lü Qingguang certainly didn't intend to be avant-garde or a pioneer; the behavioral patterns of Yi Qing could not dominate the Purple Mansion of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

After all, he had just reunited with Xuanyin, and it was a pity they couldn't stay together longer. Ling Yun found it hard to accept this, but he was helpless; he could not leave Xuanyin to be tormented by the Ghost Heart Talisman just because he was reluctant to part with her.

Lü Yi had told Yuan Zheng that her father, the current head of the Shentu family, was named Shentu Zhi, and her mother, who was not a cultivator, had passed away early due to a strange illness. Now that this person had called Lü Yi "Yi'er," it was clear that he was indeed her father, Shentu Zhi.

The short film on the big screen had finished playing, but the audience at the scene had yet to recover their senses.

Over at the vortex, the black swirl grew larger and larger, eventually evolving into a pitch-black, rounded cavern, deep and eerie.

At this moment, the people on the ground were also looking up at the high sky. They could barely see Huang Yi's figure, only seeing the space where he was suddenly change, subjected to countless forms of control.

"However, 'Heaven-Man Resonance' is not only a root of Confucianism, but also the foundation of most schools of the Hundred Philosophers. If this 'Ten Thousand Things Resonance' could really be achieved, then..." Qin Chao's eyes sparkled.

Muttering the classic lies of a foodie, Yang Qi popped open the cap that had been tightly sealed.

Facing an assassin-type master with high agility, high speed, high stealth, and high explosive power, anyone would have a headache. Only with the precise and flawless ultimate perception of Teacher Yang could one go head-to-head with Feng Wushang in total darkness.

It wasn't that he was tired of waiting; on the contrary, Lü Qingguang was about to appear before the Compassionate Great Demon King had even entered the mindset of waiting for someone. This created a discrepancy for the Compassionate Great Demon King, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.

"Heard about what happened in Pei County? That's why you came to mediate? If that's the reason, why bring troops along?"

The grandfather clock on the table only pointed to one in the morning, yet that dedicated telephone rang incessantly, as if driven mad.

Especially during the last class, the way she had pettily made things difficult for Ye Shaojie was completely unwise—an act that was entirely unbecoming of someone in her position as a teacher.

The Eighth Route Army poured into the city like a tide, and the brothers of the puppet security team searched their way forward, using the term "comrade" to address each other with feigned intimacy.

Wu Tong did not know much about the specific inside story, but in any case, Su Tu eventually won the support of everyone and decided to launch a counterattack. Unexpectedly, Su Tu used some unknown means to gain Nimitz's approval, even having an officer specifically sent to convey his intentions.

Upon receiving Ye Shaojie's definitive answer, the last glimmer of hope on Zhang Botao's face vanished. His expression once again revealed disbelief and shock, and a look of despondency involuntarily appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"That's no lie! Look... shall we take action tonight?" Zhong Ba stared into Dong Long's eyes and asked.

If Deng were allowed to keep stirring things up, the New District would fall into total chaos. The problem was that it seemed impossible to stop him. What were they to do? Everyone was truly anxious; who among them didn't have a few names on the payroll for ghost employees?

Xue Jinlong believed that if Chu Tianshu was determined to do something, it would be difficult to stop him. So, he prepared a retreat for himself in advance, intending to have Fu Damu push him out when the time came, so he could leave the government office, this place of trouble.

But as the Red Army submarines entering the exercise sea area began to dive deep, the anti-submarine helicopters gradually lost their trail.

Lin Muchuan was very satisfied with Feng Qinglang's agile reaction and walked straight in, leaving Feng Qinglang with no choice but to close the door helplessly.

Liu Sanshun looked at Juhua happily, feeling that her words had greatly encouraged him. It was as if those bountiful results were within reach, and even Li Changxing was overjoyed, laughing and saying that he, too, would set aside a plot of land specifically to raise rice field eels.