Volume 1, Chapter 31: Hands Rubbed Raw and Red

Without even a greeting, he jumped into the pool to bathe, not even knowing if it was the local residents' source of drinking water. Yang Tian only then felt a sense of shame and awkwardness.

From the eighth chapter, when Yang Guo descends from the mountain, the story unfolds into the full landscape of the martial arts world. It is like a "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" being slowly unfurled before everyone's eyes, revealing all the magnificent customs, human warmth, and chivalry of the jianghu.

Gan Baobao was overjoyed. Lin Feng’s plan was incredibly effective; one might dodge a dozen shooters, but what about a hundred?

Zheng Tianhua was surprised, then felt a wave of admiration. To be able to state his identity as a doctor so candidly—it seemed the old man possessed a truly magnanimous heart.

Countless times, many students saw Teacher Chen Guosong scolding disobedient or wayward pupils with great severity, only to turn away and secretly wipe tears from his own eyes.

Rumble—the ground within dozens of meters around Yin Zhaotian collapsed. Explosions rang out one after another, dust and smoke filled the air, and Yin Zhaotian vanished without a trace.

"What kind of magic caster is he exactly? What can he do?" the prince asked anxiously.

They had been completely unaware of the existence of such a dowry. As for where the contents had gone, the group hardly needed to think to know the answer.

Just as the radio and television authorities had issued their ban, and while Xu Shao yan was still bickering with Qiao Ran and Jiang Shaoli, a call came from Director Wu of the Beijing Television Station.

"Brother Li, what is the meaning of this? You said you wouldn't intervene personally, so why now..." Meteor immediately stepped forward, preparing to stop him.

It was quite possible. Liu Zigang scanned the area and opened the hatch at the end of the corridor. It was a sturdy, watertight steel door; as soon as he opened it, he saw a gleaming blade thrusting straight toward his chest.

Rather than counting on the Cao family to march out of the Guanzhong pass to check the southward advance of the Eastern Hu cavalry, the Huai region was more worried that the Cao family would seize the opportunity to occupy Chuandong and Bashu.

The beast struck head-on by that energy was blasted into pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and a stench of gore gradually spread through the air.

Liuli looked up and realized they had already stepped out of the main hall. Qi Yunjiao held her arm, his eyes filled with deep concern. Beside him, Du Rui also watched her with tightly pressed lips.

However, such relief lasted only for an instant. The very next moment, their expressions turned grave to the extreme.

Inside the Beijing Hotel, Yuan Shu stared at Zhao Jiadi's offline QQ account, clicking through his signature history and reading it line by line.

The prefectures of Dongyang and Jiangning were located in Jiangdong Commandery, a region with fertile land, a thriving market economy, and powerful gentry clans. The lives of ordinary people seemed dull and peaceful; in Jiangning City, the nights were filled with drunken songs and revelry, and one could hardly feel the dying, incurable malaise of the Great Yue Dynasty.

The Old Princess was very displeased with Consort Yun's posturing. She felt particularly humiliated that Consort Yun had refused to bow to her in front of so many people, especially since she held a rank half a tier higher.

Liu Jing thought of the incident where Cai Zhong had stolen the Lu residence, thought of Lady Cai's bitterness, and thought of Cai Mao's backstabbing. At that moment, his hatred for the Cai family reached its peak, and he grew cold to the core.

The rout of the Hezhong troops left Liang Chengyi with fewer than ten thousand men by the time he retreated to Nanyang, and with a vast amount of grain and supplies lost north of the Beiru River, Chen Zhihu was left to pick up the pieces.

That was years later. But back when I was on Haizhu North Road, I did kowtow to Master Fo and Mr. Yamada a few times—not to become their disciple or student, but to wish them a happy birthday.

It wasn't until our car crossed Haizhu North Road, sped past Ximenkou, and turned onto Jiefang Middle Road from Gongyuanqian that we heard the slow, steady wail of police sirens in the distance.

The day she was discharged, Wang Peng bought some groceries and cooked in her dormitory, inviting a few close Tibetan friends over for a meal to celebrate her survival.

"Xiyan, Jin'er, Sister Xue, would you mind leaving for a while?" Guyu said softly, for a fierce battle was likely about to break out here.

However, Xin Hua's remark that he would handle it left Wang Peng unable to return rashly, at least not on the surface.

Zhao Xuan suddenly realized this and felt a sliver of relief. He didn't know exactly what he was relieved about, but he knew that Nine Phoenix's indifference or lack of discovery made him happy.

Li Nan was also in high spirits. With a beauty behind him, if he weren't slightly handsome, slightly charismatic, and slightly profound, he would have been treated as a spectacle—a real-life Pigsy carrying a beautiful maiden! Li Nan mused, a smile spreading across his face that he couldn't hide.

He looked hopefully at the figure on the bed, waiting to see if she would wake up. Yet, after observing for a long time, the person on the bed showed no reaction, as if the furrowing of her brows he had seen just moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

Qianji looked at Cang Yuan with a strange expression. What could possibly cause this wooden man to have emotional fluctuations time and time again?

Qian Yexue stood huddled with the people of the Qianye family, her eyes darting around as if searching for someone, a hint of anxiety hidden in her gaze.

"Chundao, how are the arrangements on your side?" Liao Fan was worried that Liu Chundao would struggle to lead a battalion.

Lin Meiwan walked slowly into their midst, the corner of her mouth beneath the black veil curling upward. She looked coldly and grimly at the newlyweds and at the man she had always thought would remain indifferent no matter what happened, only to see him reveal a trace of joy.

Li Tianyou had originally wanted to ask the Triangular Golden Bull some questions, but it seemed he wouldn't get any answers now, leaving him feeling helpless.

The Japanese and puppet fortifications in Pingchuan Town were solid, with a complete defensive system. Although the puppet garrison's combat effectiveness was somewhat weak and their numbers were at a distinct disadvantage, if they relied on favorable fortifications and were spurred on by the Japanese military, they would still be a target that—while not exactly hard—was certainly not a soft persimmon either.