Volume One, Chapter 19: What Mourning for a Beloved Daughter? It’s Clearly a Trap Dug for Him

“The people of the two provinces are innocent.”
They should not be the victims of their quarrel.
Qu Pan looked at Chu Hanliang with eyes full of mockery.
“Chu Hanliang, I never expected you to be so shameless.”
“Isn’t it shameless to disregard others’ lives and deaths?” Chu Hanliang’s eyes surged with dark currents.
Qu Pan smiled faintly, “The donation letter is in my father’s hands, and I have already signed it. Young Marshal, may I leave now?”
“No…”
Chu Hanliang grabbed Qu Pan’s fair wrist.
“Answer my question.”
Chu Zhenhai, having watched the commotion for some time, interrupted.
“And don’t forget me, you can’t just leave me behind.”
One was clinging so she wouldn’t leave, the other wanted her to set his bones; Qu Pan’s gaze flickered between the two brothers...
“But...” Su Le opened her mouth to say something but was abruptly silenced by Elena, who covered her mouth with her hand.
Song Weibai, who had been thrown aside, had already risen from the rubble. Looking up at Yan Guanzhu lying on the ground, he raised the knife in his hand.
Wei Yeqing looked at the torn clothes on herself with some regret. She wanted to piece together the torn cloth she held but, after a moment’s hesitation, gave up.
Yu Zehai greeted his parents, then, holding Wukong and calling to Lightning, calmly walked out the door.
Qin Ren’s moves were as smooth as flowing clouds and water; in just three or four seconds, he easily dealt with A Si.
Lei Sheng quite liked this atmosphere; though their words might not be entirely correct, at least they were thinking.

“Wow, junior brother’s swordsmanship is so powerful!” Xiao Chengyu’s eyes lit up. Wu You’s displayed cultivation seemed to be only at the first level of a warrior, but his swordsmanship was a yellow-level martial skill of great mastery, which astonished him all over again.
However, when they were comprehending the rules, the spiritual aura they revealed must have been their original soul’s aura, making it the perfect time to remember these geniuses’ spiritual auras.
“Heh, after all, it’s that kind of opportunity; it can’t be easy!” Dean Zhu was resolute and would not easily change his mind again.
Wang Dadong’s rough hands kneaded and rubbed Yong Limo’s feet, and her body slightly twisted, her neck tilting back.
“Does Senior Zulong not know?” Yang Tian’s question made the middle-aged man in the blue robe quite surprised.
At that moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Yan Ning was startled to see Mirror Flower Water Moon enter, dressed in a sheer lace nightgown, carrying a basin and a scrubbing towel.
Seeing Yin Zhaotian and the others fleeing, the demonic general roared and swiftly gave chase, his speed in stepping on air and branches nearly matching theirs.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Ling Xiao sighed. Liu Heng’s external wounds had healed about seventy to eighty percent, and his internal injuries would recover in a few days of rest—no life-threatening harm.
“Still, since the founding of Exter, the White Blade Guard’s most famous commander,” Cambida said calmly.
Pi Ernniu looked at Han Zheng, suddenly raised his hand, and a gigantic shrimp claw appeared midair, smashing down on Han Zheng’s head. Han Zheng had no time to react and was left dazed and disheveled, his face covered in dirt.
The man who spoke approached Glover and Rolf, his gaze sharp, muscles well-defined, especially his left arm, which was particularly thick.
“You’re right, Zane. I cannot overstep my bounds or interfere with law enforcement in Emerald City!” the prince shouted.
Fearless Elder was the first to reach the ancestor’s side, placing a robe over him and then reaching toward his nose.
After more than thirty moves exchanged, Li Xu had found at least three ways to kill the Death Ghost Envoy within a single breath. But after much thought, he could find no better plan to defeat the enemy quickly and decisively, making the Death Ghost Envoy willingly retreat.
Zhong Shengpeng stared at Ye Tian, trying to read something from his face. Ye Tian feigned innocence and met his gaze calmly.
Their actions fully embodied the true meaning of “Is it not a joy to have guests come from afar?”
She usually tried to finish most of her homework during the afternoon study period, reserving evenings for self-study and review. But now, approaching finals, the teachers had grown increasingly harsh, assigning homework mercilessly.
“I agreed to this, but since you set a condition first, I’ll set one too. If you don’t die but are defeated, you must unconditionally contribute two portions of Earth Dragon Root to my two brothers. Dare to accept?” Sun Bin’s eyes flickered unpredictably, his tone cold.

Everyone fell silent. Ye Tian patted He Houhua’s shoulder and turned toward his motorcycle.
Wrapped in thick blankets, his face pale from blood loss—a lingering effect—but his constitution was strong and recovery rapid; otherwise, he wouldn’t have awakened by noon the next day.
Liu Feng looked toward the distant Divine Pool, feeling a complex mix of emotions. He knew he had the strength to return. But now, would he still do so?
Yesterday afternoon, Zhao Xie told Fang Yurou that a major client wanted to invite him to dinner and asked her to accompany him. Since such business socializing was common, Fang Yurou agreed.
“Full assault!” Seeing the bandit stronghold’s gate mostly burned and the fire dying down considerably, Huang Yan issued the order again.
Knowing the dangers but proceeding regardless—if Lord Duan didn’t enter, it would show a lack of courage; if he entered but couldn’t come out, it would reveal his incompetence.
“Safety isn’t really a problem. As long as brother gives up pursuing the matter, takes those he should take, and meddles less, all will be well,” Ma Hongmei hinted.
Under Lightning’s illumination, she was like a heaven-shattering deity, leading people to break through the dark clouds overhead and bathe the earth in light.
While speaking, Leizhou’s Five Roads City’s old head, Lei Wuwuo, bypassed the Purple Gold Furnace and came forward.
Pang Tong shared his plan with his elder brother. Lu Bu gladly accepted and went alone, while the thirty thousand troops were led by Pang Tong and Zang Ba.
Zhuo Ling was somewhat dazed. For countless nights, Nan Xi had appeared in his dreams. Her quiet yet spirited smile was his greatest motivation to persevere.
They had already delayed long enough; after all, the three aimed for the Tianxiao Gate of Wanxiang Mountain.
It was long rumored throughout the Great Wilderness that although Mu Bufan had not attained the title of Sword Saint, he was the greatest warrior under heaven, and his sword was the supreme sword.
At this moment, Li Tianyi, fully engrossed in studying the blueprints, was unaware that discussions about him outside had erupted wildly online. Unknowingly, he had once again become the focal point of public opinion.
Now, she was steadily advancing step by step toward her dream, caring for no one else, fighting solely for herself.