Chapter 132: Arrival in Jinyang and the Truth of the Past

Outside the west gate of Jinyang City.

Jiang Baoyi, Pei Ji, Liu Wenjing, and other officials of Jinyang, along with generals Wen Dayou, Zhang Pinggao, Zhao Wenke, and others from the Yingyang Prefecture, all stood outside the city gate waiting.

At this moment, both inside and outside the west city, the streets were packed with onlooking Taiyuan citizens, their noisy chatter echoing throughout the area.

“They’re coming!”

“Really coming!”

Amid the shouts, Jiang Baoyi, Liu Wenjing, and the others caught sight of a vast procession approaching from the south.

The more one cared, the more vulnerable one became to being struck at their sore spots. Yet it was precisely this concern that forced Li Muyun to harden her heart and take action against her.

Wu Anfu, having clarified the route, hurriedly led everyone to the Jialiu Tower. From a distance, he saw Qin Qiong’s yellow stallion tied outside the door. Upon inquiry, he learned Qin Qiong was upstairs.

“You think I’m afraid?” The palm burning with a fiery sensation, Lei Yunyáng’s heart shrank, but his voice remained piercingly cold. Like a beast born to bloodlust, he ravaged Han Miaomiao’s body, exuding a strong scent of blood.

“Since that is the case, we must proceed as usual. Even ministers of the current court cannot disregard the law and act recklessly,” Xiao Yu declared.

Glancing at the time, it was already past ten at night. No wonder Zhenfeng was urging; if they delayed any longer, the cleansing process, only two days underway, would be interrupted. Then, who could compete? It would be a laughingstock throughout the entire game world.

At this very moment, a fiery anger surged deep within Lei Yunyáng. That wretched girl truly knew how to pick her timing.

Ji Qiu struggled to support herself as she headed toward the sleeping quarters. Tonight marked the final deadline. If Ling Yun did not wake, who knew what tomorrow would bring. Even Ling Xiao was absent from the palace. For a moment, Ji Qiu genuinely felt the bitter loneliness of being utterly isolated.

Seeing a proper target for hatred appear, the Scarlet Flame Terror Beast immediately abandoned the Sighing Wall, which still retained over half its durability, and charged toward the Snow-Colored Setting Sun.

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Here, only Fan Jianqiang remained indifferent, for over the past half year, this elder brother had earned more than two million. Now, Fan Jianqiang worked when he pleased and left when he wished, speaking boldly: “I have money; I care for no one.”

The moment Ju Huo left the storage ring and felt the outside air, it trembled violently, pulsating rhythmically. A heavy, oppressive feeling engulfed Zhang Yuanhao’s heart; each pulse struck like a hammer against his chest, making him deeply uncomfortable.

This time, the opponent had clearly gone all out. Nine terrifying sword strikes erupted wildly over Lu Jinghong’s body. None were weaker than before. Nine strikes converging into one—did that mean the sword power had increased ninefold?

At this moment, Huihui said, “No need. Since you look down on me, why should I stay here and endure your humiliation? I’m leaving now.” With that, Huihui turned and walked away.

When Lu Jinghong fought others, he mostly used the Thunderbolt Thirteen Blades, typically defeating opponents within three strikes.

This mountain rose eighteen hundred zhang high, its peak piercing the clouds, crowned with eternal ice, impassable for mortals. In fact, this was the famed sect of the Yi Yan Sword School in Cangfeng Kingdom.

Victory Brother exhaled with some relief, while Er Ya gazed eagerly at the corn wrapped in tattered cloth behind him.

Because Wang Lang was a disciple of Yang Ci and with the extensive purges in Chang’an, it was a time of opportunity. Recommended by Grand Commandant Yang Biao and Minister of Works Yuan Pang, he was appointed as a Censor.

Zui stared terrified at Bai Sen: “How is it possible? How could you be unaffected at all? Impossible, impossible...” Zui’s disbelief was evident; in its consciousness and memory, Bai Sen feared loneliness above all else—emptiness would shatter him completely.

As a platform owner, he never paid attention to the streamers under his banner except for his own broadcasts.

However, when dealing with stealth aircraft, the microwave radar showed its advantages. Any stealth aircraft would be fully exposed before the microwave radar. Furthermore, linking two microwave radars into a network greatly improved detection accuracy—from hundreds of meters to tens of meters—a tenfold increase.

The space created by the Xumi Pearl could not be arbitrarily reclaimed unless she died; now, half an hour remained before the Xumi space would shatter.

Those who remained in the Demon Suppression Division were powerful experts or possessed the potential to become such.

Thus, even with a silver tongue like Ye Liuyun’s, he could not sway the will of the “Soul Sovereign.”

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The medical clinic’s construction progress report was updated almost daily, with new clinics opening or being successfully renovated each day, and physicians gradually moving in.

Knowing someone could help catch that huge black fish, Li Ming was so excited that he stayed awake all night, waiting for Ye Chen to arrive.

The recipe for Warm Gallbladder Soup included Pinellia, Bamboo Shavings, Bitter Orange, Aged Tangerine Peel, Licorice, and Poria. It was an expectorant that regulated qi, dissolved phlegm, harmonized the stomach, and benefited the gallbladder. It was chiefly used for treating gallbladder qi stagnation with phlegm disturbance.

Compared to the veteran Golden Blade Inspector Chang Yaogen, he was incomparable. Chang Yaogen had deep-rooted connections tangled like tree roots, with ties to Feng Tong, Feng Yifei, and various other influential factions.

Watching as two monsters prepared to unleash their spells once more, the resonating world trembled again. The scenery at the horizon shattered in great swaths.

To live next door to such a ferocious dragon baring its teeth and claws meant being devoured to the bone—only a question of who would be first.

As he aged, Su Qian gradually came to understand this world through elders, teachers, companions, and the internet.

Originally, these markings had evolved into the Four Great Lords of Fate, possessing intelligence. Now, their intelligence and power had been completely stripped by Li Xian, returning them to their initial state.

The maid who brought five girls remarked that although these people were rustic and simple, at least they did not act haughty.

This Jiang Jiang truly was something—how could he still manage to anger the elders of his family so much?

Seeing that he had no pressing matters, Wen Muyao replied, “Had some urgent business yesterday, sorry for not checking my phone,” before messaging Sang Luo back.