Volume One, Chapter 53: Xueting Fu, I'll Beat You to Death

"I understand the reasoning, but what does this have to do with the law of large numbers you mentioned?" Cousins was still bewildered, and the others were equally confused.

Sooner or later, she too would grasp the rationale behind it all. With a flicker of thought, Ye Lin plunged the twin iron swords into the ground of his inner world.

"Please, do this for me," said the Empress Dowager, glancing at the matron, who, overjoyed at the favor, bowed and returned a knowing smile.

Bai Qian looked at Qian Sang. Seeing that Qian Sang was not as unsightly as she had expected, she was thoroughly pleased and immediately grinned.

While the Great Wall was being constructed, prisoners were set free from their cells. In this way, the people of the imperial capital were truly grateful for Qian Sang’s actions.

The enemy’s general seemed to have anticipated Higg’s lethality; he had long been on guard for an assassination. As soon as Higg made the motion to shoot, he immediately ordered his shield bearers to stand before him. Thud, thud, thud—three celestial feathered arrows pierced through two layers of heavy shields before their force was spent, toppling a section of the shield formation before the general.

"How is your appetite today?" In recent days, Bai Ze finally found himself less busy than before.

"Brother Sun, you’ve indeed worked hard these past three years. You don’t seem quite as dashing as you did back then—that’s my fault," Wan Wan remarked teasingly, sizing up the man before her.

"But how will you address each other in the future? Zichen, will you call Yancheng your brother-in-law or your little brother?" Xiao He’s words were intended to lighten the mood. Whether Wei Zichen and Liu Yanjin were truly in love or not, as long as they wished to be together, none of them had any say in the matter.

Fortunately, unless something significant happened, the servants of the Prince’s household rarely appeared at Huo Lingfeng’s secluded courtyard—so no one was aware of the heated battle unfolding there at that very moment.

Last time, at this hour, he’d been too drunk to think straight and missed a golden opportunity to gather information; this time, he would not let history repeat itself.

A gentle breeze brushed their cheeks. Though it was the warmth of spring, the women felt an unusual chill.

Before she could beg for her life, several burly men behind Uncle Qing rushed forward and covered the maid’s mouth. No matter how she struggled, it was futile.

In the world of the martial arts, a person’s word is their bond. So, the Lady of the Manor, Su Jingzhu, immediately tossed the antidote to Tangtang.

Why build on Chongming Island? Because it is isolated from the world—ideal for raising troops, safe from surprise attacks and infiltration by spies.

Clinging to the Grand Canal and its rigid transport system, the Ming dynasty completely missed the Age of Discovery. How could Shen Lie ever resign himself to that?

Outside, sunlight streamed through the more than three-meter-tall floor-to-ceiling windows, casting arched patches of brilliance inside. The mirror opposite reflected the light again, creating a surreal and fantastical scene.

As for the mysterious expert named Xu Fu—whom Zhao Gao had intended to seek out in hopes of pledging allegiance to the emperor—Zhao Gao had set aside that idea for now.

Karan still sat motionless on the sofa. He picked up a glass, gently wiped it with his hand, and it became a cup of hot coffee, which he then sipped leisurely.

Unless crafted with the Philosopher’s Stone, most artificial humans possessed intelligence and logic so mechanical and rigid that they were nearly lifeless.

"Don’t fool around!" Tang Su swatted her hand away, about to say something when a plump matron barreled in at surprising speed.

Severe disaster struck in the south, prompting the court to allocate relief funds, order the reconstruction of levees, and even appoint the Crown Prince to personally supervise the efforts.

A chill ravaged his body, as if heaven and earth were about to freeze over—a fierce wind rose, clouds churned, and darkness engulfed everything.

As the game progressed, the Suns grew increasingly dependent on Wang Chao’s threat beyond the three-point arc and his devastating firepower. With his incredible accuracy, he had fully earned the team’s trust.

Ye Shengge remembered: Yan Ruyu hadn’t even called to tell him she’d awoken, and yet, all of a sudden, here he was.

"Sis, Zhang San said chili is poisonous—why did you give it to us?" Tang Lan asked timidly.

A piece of blue equipment only boosted spirit by four points—barely even better than some green gear.

Without anyone needing to ask, Jiang Cheng sat down on the sofa nearby and asked in a cool, detached voice.

Xu Gu had worked wonders all the way, but his exile to the Divine Realm battlefield was not a dead end.

On the way back, the more Ling Yun thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He turned his horse around, and with He Chengqi, retraced their route.

The Emperor of Souls’ expression changed; he felt his lifespan suddenly being drained away in large measure. Though he had years left to live, his face turned ghastly pale and he felt utterly depleted.

There was no time for sorrow—he had to continue rehearsals to ensure the opening ceremony proceeded flawlessly.

Yelü Lihu was appointed as Transport Commissioner, commanding ten thousand cavalry to escort two armies’ captured population and supplies.

But then Shen Xiyan thought better of it; since she even knew how many spoonfuls of chili Su Luoluo liked with her noodles, how could she stay angry?

"I know," Lin Feng said softly, protectively cradling her belly, one large hand on her waist. He could feel the vitality of the child that belonged to him and Qin Xue.

Finally, the old woman’s face showed fear, and she began to slowly back away, her eyes blazing with boundless fury.