Volume 1, Chapter 50: Striking a Chord Deep Within His Heart

"What is it? Please go ahead."

At that time, Steward Gao was as polite to her as if she were his own parents reborn.

Su Yi'an finally began to get to the point,

"Yesterday, when I came from the east, I saw old men buried halfway in the soil plowing the fields over there."

Empress Dowager Chen glanced at her, reached out and pressed her hand against hers, said not another word, and turned to walk out.

Seeing that Yu Hanxin still had not noticed the similarity between him and Leng Jiliang, Di Lige could not help but sigh in his heart.

Not knowing what this fellow was thinking, Gu Ya could only deal with each move as it came. After dodging several attempts by him to reach for her face, he still refused to give up.

This person was truly formidable! Successive waves of explosive energy had failed to severely injure him. If he were a human ninth-rank Immortal Emperor, he would have either died or been left grievously wounded and incapacitated.

Qiao Ziheng had always been resolute and resourceful. Qiao Meijin had already said what needed to be said, and she had no wish to incur Qiao Ziheng's displeasure.

"Count, do not believe her. She is merely trying to trick you into letting her and her friend go," Boyle said from the side.

Nalan Ziran sighed; what was missed was missed. The young lady whose marriage proposal he had once rejected had now become the mistress of the imperial palace who held sway over the realm.

Yang Hui sat on the sofa, holding a water cup, finished drinking the plain water inside, and then got up and went to the kitchen.

At that moment, the real Zhao Xinrui woke up and, accompanied by Gu Xin, walked downstairs and came straight to An Jin's side.

"Tang Song? Tang Song!" An Jin called out twice, and just as he was about to check Tang Song's pulse, the latter's eyelids trembled slightly and opened.

All men must die, and Yuan Zhou knew well that there were no immortals in this world; even the longest-lived person had only survived for a little over a hundred and forty years.

A brilliant golden-yellow color, slightly deeper than ordinary steamed eggs, emitting heat with an even more intense and sweet, savory aroma.

Fourteen dishes appeared on the screen, with Chef Li of the Red Team on the left and Yuan Zhou of the Blue Team on the right.

In addition, there were several core machines that Shi Xuan had to manufacture himself, which could not be obtained through procurement.

"Form two rows, close in one right after another," Ivan's voice rang out. Hearing the instruction, the Pearl team members executed it mechanically, but why had those superpower abilities failed?

"Look everyone, we've set up the Chinese national flag. Can you see it now? Can it be seen from Earth?" Xiaoxiao asked excitedly.

The Dutian Martial Sage muttered a word inwardly, and then, amidst the endless starlight, the Dutian Martial Sage struck out with a palm from afar, causing a path—part real and part illusory—to manifest within the Primeval Starry Sea.

How terrifying was the Heavenly Dao of his past life? Even saints, even Hongjun, and even the trajectory of the entire world had to operate according to the will of the Heavenly Dao.

Remo continuously struck her fists against the invisible wall, producing loud booming sounds. Yet this unseen barrier was exceptionally sturdy, and neither Remo nor Dragon could manage to get through.

"Ridiculous! When I was riding horses and shooting arrows, you weren't even born yet. Just a yellow-haired girl, and you dare come to the military camp to point fingers and give orders," Huang Qi said proudly.

As the starry robe appeared on Mo Song's body, spiritual energy ceased to flow into his dantian from within him—at this point, the meridians throughout Mo Song's body were already completely saturated with spiritual energy.

Kong Kongzi was deeply astonished. Those who could cultivate into Heavenly Immortals naturally possessed their own Dao and perseverance, yet those who were willing to share it openly and had the ability to explain it clearly were pitifully few.

This container turned out to be a scabbard, enclosing a dagger that gleamed brightly, looking intensely lethal at first glance.

That night, Qi Jing and Sun Chongjin led two thousand troops to the middle of the Datong River under the cover of night, lit fire arrows, and loosed a volley. The fire arrows landing in the encampment quickly ignited the Yang army's camp; fueled by the wind, the fire spread wider and wider, turning half the sky red in the blink of an eye.