Seventeen thousand and seventeen

Page 1 of 3

The wheat had already been sown last winter. After being covered by the heavy snowfall, it had now grown lush and abundant.

The next day, the guests on the mountain gradually departed. Lin Yin watched from afar as Gongxi Wanwan and her fellow disciples descended the mountain, and suddenly felt hollow inside. Looking around at the vast, desolate landscape, the billowing mist, and the wind-whipped snow, she found herself experiencing true loneliness for the first time in her life.

As for the other military commanders, each was high-spirited and burning with enthusiasm, thinking only of establishing great deeds and a glorious career. None had considered the burden they would place upon the imperial court.

“Just look at how damaged your body is! You can no longer defeat me now!” Weiban Qu said confidently.

Suddenly, Tuoba Jinxiong’s eyes flew open. His gray, lifeless pupils met Tuoba Wei’s gaze.

The Han Zeng whom Huo Guang had been thinking about was standing in the main hall, his expression one of astonishment. After Liu Bingyi left the Huo residence, he had unexpectedly ordered someone to visit the residence of Marquis Long’e. By the time Han Zeng learned of the matter, he had already arrived in the hall. This was unprecedented. How could Han Zeng not be curious?

It was only when someone called out to Zhang Haoran that he returned from that wondrous state of mind. Many students had gathered around him. Every one of them was filthy and haggard, their malnourished, battered bodies still trembling faintly. Yet their bright eyes, filled with hope, remained fixed upon him.

After leaving the palace hall, Eunuch Chen, an attendant at the emperor’s side skilled at reading people’s expressions, said, “After the palace examination, His Majesty intends to summon… Shao Junyi?” When he reached the name “Shao Junyi,” Eunuch Chen faltered. He had nearly blurted out “Liu An.”

“Understood! Order the troops to break out in two directions—four o’clock and eight o’clock!” Jiang Wuming reacted swiftly. Though he appeared utterly composed, his heart was in fact filled with extreme anxiety and unease.

When Chen Hu saw that figure, it would have been a lie to say he was not tempted. But when he thought of the system, he could only refuse. Before he could even respond, another private message appeared.

Behind them, the attacks of Zhan Tiankuang, the Vermilion Martial Saint Spirit, and the Southern Mountain Saint Spirit arrived one after another, crashing together onto the body of the fleeing Lord of the Blade Sect.

Page 1 of 3

Page 2 of 3

Ascending Heaven’s Stairway was a major event. Held once every year, it invariably attracted countless spectators eager to see which geniuses would emerge.

After suffering blow after blow, the Sword Demon was struck once more by Ling Yun’s kick. He immediately could not help spewing out a great mouthful of blood, his body tumbling backward like a kite with its string cut.

“You really think I’m a donkey, don’t you!” Jun Mozhen was both exasperated and amused by her mischievous behavior.

I rose and walked to the window. Looking outside, I saw two bald figures in monk’s robes walking together. One was the abbot, and the other was Wen Wanjing. The abbot kept pointing east and west with one hand, as though introducing something to Wen Wanjing.

At the time, he had been frightened by the anger he felt. Then he thought about his strange behavior over the past few days and realized that it was not that he disliked Yan Mumu. Rather, for a long time, she had always been the one following in his footsteps.

For some reason, hearing those few words from Wumao moved me. No matter how Wumao’s master had treated him in the past, whether well or poorly, Wumao would surely never forget the kindness of being raised by him.

At the moment Tang Mengqiu was about to forcefully assist Xu Chen, three palms struck her viciously from behind. Her sword technique was instantly interrupted, and the blow even injured her internal organs. A thread of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

It was probably because he had cultivated so diligently that he did not look much older than before. However, the sharp, youthful spirit that had once radiated from him was gone.

Lu Zhenshan was extremely curious about the relationship between Luo Yi and Luo Qingyan. He certainly did not believe it was because of Lu Mingxuan. Judging from the scene when Luo Qingyan and Luo Yi had met in the cafeteria, the two were clearly very close. Perhaps they were related.

At that time, she had already reached the Nascent Soul stage and possessed countless methods of preserving her life. Now, however, she had only just begun cultivating and had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. She finally understood what it meant to be unable even to summon the slightest desire to resist.

Unfortunately, his luck seemed rather poor. He possessed five elemental spiritual roots and had casually chosen fire. Had he chosen another attribute, he might still have been able to endure. With fire, however, he had not the slightest chance.

Page 2 of 3

Page 3 of 3

She was kneeling on the cold ground with her head lowered, both hands bound behind her back by some cold, elongated object.

But she also understood that the larger situation had to take precedence. In the end, she said nothing and readily agreed to Ye Fenghui’s request.

“In that case, let us wait at the city gate! Don’t hesitate to use the medicines and other supplies. Come to me for more once you run out.” The leader of the fifty men immediately issued his orders.

So, with nothing else to do, he casually picked up the storybooks and read through them one by one. They contained all sorts of tales.

It could only be said that Selina was very skilled at understanding people’s hearts. If Selina had not given her baby clothes, Daisy’s opinion of her would certainly not have improved as much as it had.

“Boom!” Just as Huang Wuye was about to kill the man again, a terrifying force swept over them.

He was very quiet when eating. Not the slightest sound could be heard throughout the room. Outside the window, however, some unknown bird was calling noisily, making him glance outside despite himself.

Under Chen Yanxi’s calm gaze, he drew a deep breath and tossed the coin that would determine his life into the air.

Page 3 of 3