Volume Three: The Xuanwu Gate Upheaval Chapter 133: Locked On!

How Li Shimin went about connecting with the Turks and dispatching agents to bribe and sow discord among the various aristocratic families is a matter for another time; let us focus instead on the Crown Prince, Li Jiancheng.

At this moment, Li Jiancheng could be described as brimming with triumph and confidence, certain of his victory. Aside from a group of founding ministers such as Li Jing and Tang Jian who still maintained neutrality, seven or eight out of every ten court officials had flocked to the Crown Prince’s side. Furthermore, the Guanlong aristocracy had long since made their support for the Prince abundantly clear, and more than half of the sixteen imperial guards stood firmly behind him. In Li Jiancheng’s eyes, Li Shimin was merely gasping for his final breaths, his defeat sealed with no possibility of a comeback. With his spirits high, even the weather seemed to improve in Li Jiancheng’s estimation.

The name "Big Bad Wolf Jack" was given to it by its previous owner. Robin found it easy enough to say, so he didn't bother changing it. It was just a label, after all; it made no difference what it was called.

Accompanied by a soft, shimmering violet light and the sickening crunch of breaking bone, the old man’s face turned deathly pale. A surge of excruciating pain flooded his brain, causing the circulation of his internal energy to instantly go awry.

Of course, on the surface, that was how the game appeared, but in reality, all eight bowls were empty underneath; the rice was still with Weiyi, who had never placed it inside.

Immediately, a heavy scent of alcohol washed over them. The air Weiyi exhaled, and the taste in her mouth, were both reeking of spirits. Hinata had never drunk alcohol before and could not handle it; choking, she pulled away. Yet, before long, she kissed him again, this time holding her breath to ignore the smell of the wine.

The quota for the provincial examinations was fixed at ninety candidates. This ratio was determined by the number of participants, and historically, the provincial examinations had consistently maintained a range of thirty to forty candidates for every one successful scholar. This is the meaning behind the saying "silver for a presented scholar, gold for a provincial graduate," whereas the ratio of accepted students for the local and metropolitan examinations was merely ten to one or fifteen to one.

Daejiangshan... a demonic realm in Japanese legend where demons gathered. Yagami Yukisai had no time to ponder the implications of the term before the other person stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and pulled his arm toward them, bringing the animal leg he was holding along with it.

Robin recalled a saying from his previous life: "The mountain looks close, but the horse dies on the way." In the mountains, even if you can see your destination, the actual distance is still significant, and there is still quite a long way to go—enough to run a horse to death without even reaching it.

Think about it: could someone accustomed to being in a team like the Pacers, where everyone is a soldier, stand the lazy, slack behavior of teammates?

Before the plan began, when it was mentioned that Yakumo should complete fifty dumbbell curls, Kurenai opposed it without a second thought. Why? Because she knew Yakumo’s physical condition too well. It was impossible for Yakumo to achieve it, no matter how hard she tried. If an accident were to occur, what would they do?

The war had deviated from the established strategy from the very beginning. He knew clearly that if the method were not changed, the Qi State’s southern expedition would become a laughingstock.

Even Chen Liu was stunned by Xiao Tian’s move. Xiao Tian’s source energy had been drained in an instant, yet his soul power remained incredibly formidable. For a moment, he was unable to move an inch.

Just as the atmosphere in the room became hopelessly awkward, Bai Xin finally made a grand entrance. Before Bai Huafeng could let out a sigh of relief, he gasped in shock once more. These two sudden events nearly caused him to faint.

This Cici, galloping on horseback, was exactly the same as the Cici who had so bravely charged forward at the Hongfu Restaurant. Should he call her impressive? Yet, for some reason, this spirited Cici reminded him of the delicate, fragile image of her resting in his arms that day at the restaurant.

Hearing this, everyone wore grave expressions, likely realizing the horrific consequences that would follow if the news were leaked.

Zhuo Baicheng, master of the Internal Affairs Hall, knew he could not escape this fate. Forcing down his internal injuries, he lunged forward. When he was just five meters away from Zhao Changsheng, he mobilized his primordial spirit to trigger a self-detonation. He lunged another two meters forward before exploding instantly with a deafening bang.