Volume 1, Chapter 26: Wan'er, stop messing around.

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Originally, many within the Roman Curia had hoped that William would become the next Kalman IV, continuing to hold high the banner of the traditionalists.

Ye Luoxiao mechanically shoveled food into her mouth. Once the final bite was consumed, she looked up, cast a cold glance at Qiao Fei, and used both hands to vault up from the edge of the pool.

Jason Walters evidently did not realize that the reason Li Jie chose him as a point of entry was, of course, not merely because of that spoiled second-generation heir, Philip Walters.

In this brief moment, Wakeda appeared as if he were a different person; like a defeated rooster, he stood dejected and listless, left to the mercy of others.

She would certainly love such a super-luxury mansion. However, even if it were truly purchased, she would likely only reside there for a few days whenever she visited Hong Kong.

"There's more?" Mu Siqing asked with a start, her curiosity piqued as she followed Xu Dong’s gaze toward the bushes.

Therefore, facing Zhang Xiu on the battlefield again today, Zhao Yun did not hold back. Instead, shedding his usual refined and gentle demeanor, his eyes blazed with killing intent. He showed no mercy, offered no quarter, and unleashed a relentless stream of lethal strikes, each thrust of his spear aimed directly at vital points.

"I, I'm sorry!" Young Master Li glanced at his father with considerable fear before stammering his response.

But no one reacted; the archaeological team members were so exhausted that they discussed returning while yawning, all wishing for a good rest.

"What is to be done?" Gao Gan was thrown into a panic. After much deliberation, he decided that of the thirty-six stratagems, flight was the best, and ordered his army to wheel around and retreat toward the north, intending to seek refuge under the Southern Xiongnu for the time being.

Then, a flash of inspiration hit him; recalling the scene as he left Tang Wan’s room, he suddenly understood.

"This... wouldn't be appropriate, would it?" Li Li wisely rejected Sun Ying's suggestion, which sounded highly unreliable from the start.

It had been some time since he had set the bait online, but so far, no one had taken it. The atmosphere in Lin'an City was truly harmonious to an extreme.

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"No, no, no. This third item is not official business. I don't know what's inside, either. I am now handing it over to Commander Yan; please inspect it at your leisure!" Official Li’s expression shifted slightly as he handed something resembling an invitation to Yan Shiyi.

After the nine dragons surged into the sky, they suddenly merged together, and a gigantic, nine-colored dragon head appeared above the firmament.

"There are three Infinite Flowers here, and you have three chances. I am not an unreasonable man; I have heard of the difficulty in refining the Infinite Pill. Whether you can secure your own survival depends entirely on you." Jing Huaqian tossed over a jade box.

"Your Majesty, this was not my idea. These are elites I recruited from all over the country, all of them master-level figures. Your Majesty, if you walk in, they won't pay you any mind; even if I enter, they ignore me just the same," Li Li explained with a smile.

That powerful aura descended before the Yin-Yang barrier. As the gale dissipated, a giant ghost several yards tall was revealed. The entity wore black imperial robes embroidered with pythons and an imperial crown with dangling beads, dressed like a monarch, yet it radiated a chilling, bone-deep aura that was far more formidable than any ordinary spirit.

That time, she had left first. She must have been afraid—afraid that she would be rejected, afraid of being hurt again.

"Indeed," Changsun Sheng said slowly. "According to the intelligence sent by that man, for the past five years, he has been wandering the areas from the Southeast to overseas, living in seclusion and occasionally going into closed-door cultivation."

"Take care, Ancestor of Demons!" Taowu said, then looked up and let out a roar. He turned and sprinted, transforming into a streak of golden light that vanished into the depths of the Wuji Formation.

The wind wailed, the air surged like a rising tide, and a silent, invisible thunder rolled through—not merely echoing across the vast heavens or the eighteen realms of the underworld, but booming deep within the hearts of those who stood by as spectators.

Li Hongzhang was an Imperial Commissioner and Assistant, possessing the same authority as an Imperial Commissioner; it went without saying that he had to be obeyed. Even Lao Chongguang, if he were truly serious, would have to be obeyed as well.

It was no wonder Lu Bu had such doubts. Clearly, compared to him, Dian Wei was much more familiar with the commander in the other direction. There was no reason for Dian Wei not to seek a position from that person, but instead come to him; there was surely something amiss, and Lu Bu was not foolish—he naturally had to inquire first.

In this situation, the Yanyang field, which was usually as aggressive as fire and dominated the great grasslands, could only频频 (frequently) retract into this miniature form to defend itself, leaving one feeling constrained and helpless.

Five dragon-force manifestations emerged with long roars. The five dragons, which had acted independently, were at this moment completely linked and fused. Scorching sun patterns spread, veins of power permeated through, and the twelve primary meridians and eight extraordinary vessels connected the bridge between heaven and earth, while countless acupuncture points shone like stars.

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Yang Qi picked up the thin sword. The assassin had no strength left to retrieve it when fleeing, giving Yang Qi a chance to study the opponent.

If he had not consulted Liu Qin, Lei Yihao would likely have used the most primitive method to collect lightning, and his chance of survival would not have exceeded one in ten thousand.

With the negotiations with Yuan Shao broken, Yuan Chang and Cao Cao did not linger in Jizhou. Cao Cao returned to Yanzhou to sharpen his weapons and gather grain in preparation for a great war, while Yuan Chang naturally escorted the Emperor and his officials back to Youzhou.

Over these past days, Quake had gotten along very well with the soldiers of the Divine Dragon Bureau. They had developed a tacit understanding in dealing with various challenges, and so Quake had developed a habit: no matter the problem, he would communicate with the soldiers of the Divine Dragon Bureau first before attempting to resolve it.

"I know where she is, too. She is at the Bridge of Helplessness ahead, waiting to be reincarnated," I said with a shrug, feeling somewhat speechless.

"I'll kneel, I'll kneel! Ghost brother, could you please not point that blade at my chest? It's very dangerous. Isn't it enough that I'm kneeling? Honestly." I gave a light cough and hurriedly dropped to my knees.

Finally, after spending the entire morning, they found a single clue: the car had headed toward the highway. Now, only two possibilities remained: the airport in Sanmalan or the one in Qingtong City.

Upon hearing Su Yang’s words, Lin Nan’s tears flowed in large droplets, sliding down her delicate, pink cheeks and falling onto her chin.

Yet, I did not mention my reliance on him during those days, nor the times I fainted from stomach pain; I simply stated the facts without revealing any emotion.