Volume 1, Chapter 22: Treasure

"No need for further words, Lord Yasuda. Your forces shall remain stationary for now. My cavalry will launch a surprise attack on the enemy stronghold. Once they have seized it, they will move to the road connecting Tsugawa Castle to Okugawa Castle and blockade the area." Asasada had no desire for Ashina Moriu to send reinforcements.

"Then I shall take my leave. I hope the Lord of the Shogunate will soon lead his troops to rendezvous with the Lord of the House. The Takeda army has already gathered nearly forty thousand troops in Northern Shinano. If Echigo cannot be held, then the good days of the Lord of the Shogunate will surely come to an end." Pipajima Hirokazu did not forget to offer this warning before departing.

The pressure on this level did not change much; it was similar to the previous one, so it did not have a significant impact on Ling Yan.

"Come here, let sister give you a kiss." Lu Jiaojiao, her clothes soaked, giggled triumphantly. Her jade-like hands clutched Xue Wushuang, whose chest was partially exposed, as she groped her wantonly.

"Take this. Use these few dozen strings of cash well; it should be enough to raise the children," Duan Jingzhu said.

A breeze blew, scattering some sunflower seed shells from the table to the floor. Yang Fan continued to sit there, cracking the seeds he had just bought. In the theater, he was the only one left sitting there, still cracking seeds. It wasn't that the seeds were particularly delicious, but the play didn't seem to be over yet, and Yang Fan was waiting to watch the next act.

Gao Yang felt quite comfortable with this. Here, he could speak his mind without restraint or fear of malice, free from the need for intrigue.

To be safe, the players were willing to spend more time this time to ensure everything was foolproof.

"Smash it! Smash it all! How dare they compete for business with our Lu family!" With a wave of the Second Young Master Lu's hand, his ferocious iron guards began a violent rampage, smashing the Jizhou Trading House into pieces. If Chao Gai wanted to resume business, it seemed he would have to rebuild from scratch.

If everything went smoothly, perhaps Zheng Zhaodi could serve as a breakthrough, allowing Gao Yang to step on the Eighth Prince's shoulders to reach even greater heights.

The Void Evil God struggled anxiously to gather a more powerful force of "Nothingness." The vanishing power from the surroundings surged like ocean waves, yet it could do nothing against Wang Ming.

Bo Yin kept an indifferent face, his head slightly lowered. He extended his slender, fair fingers to straighten the cuff of his white shirt peeking out from his wrist. After a long silence, he asked nonchalantly, "Is that you, Uncle?" His tone was exceptionally cold.

Or perhaps, the moment she spoke, Si Junhao had already anticipated this and simply refused her, demanding she stay home obediently and not show her face in public.

That day, Wang Ming calculated in the East Sea that a treasure was about to emerge, and he went to seek it out.

At his core, Xiao Mo was a person with an extremely strong desire for possession. This was evident from the war itself. Xiao Mo had long regarded all the resources of the Liang and Ji states as his own, and when the Xing State jumped in to seize the fruits of his labor, how could he endure it? Thus, the Huang State's military intervention was inevitable.

"My company is about to be snatched away by your brother and given to someone else; why should I stay here?" Mu Xinghong said.

The rain was heavy, and his features gradually blurred. I withdrew my gaze and straightened the bouquet of flowers.

Nanny Xun rose, tucked the quilt around her, fetched water to tidy the courtyard, and only then went to bed. She lay flat with her hands folded over her stomach, falling asleep in a disciplined manner.

He frowned and shook his head at her, his gaze cold—a silent threat.

Yin Linzi followed his intuition and walked deep into the prison. He navigated the prison corridors, seeing many barred gates on both sides, behind which were locked terrifying demonic beasts, crazed demon-men, monsters, and those who had succumbed to madness. The cells were dim, and the monsters within were merely wasting away their remaining lives.

If it were anyone else, Xue Ping might have refused him without hesitation. But at this moment, her heart was stirred by the hidden pain in his eyes. There seemed to be an irresistible magic about Xiao Botian that prevented her from refusing him. With tears in her eyes, she nodded.

However, the person on the bed offered no response; he lay there quietly, as if he were merely asleep.

"You're crazy! You're completely out of your mind! It doesn't matter if you're crazy, but you’ve dragged Qingqing and the others into this too... Very well, wait at the Flying Dragon Society’s base later. I'll go retrieve those lazy members first." Shaking his head, Li Feng said helplessly.

Hong Qihui stepped forward to report, which finally allowed Luo Yuhong to breathe a sigh of relief. But the moment Hong Qihui began to speak, she knew something had gone wrong.

The Zhou family were from Hejian in Jizhou, having pulled strings to become a county magistrate in Liaodong, leaving their family back in their hometown.

Although the unit under Deputy Commander Li numbered only ten thousand within the coalition, his movement would surely affect military morale. If Zhuang Shaoyou were to stir up more trouble, the Yellow Turban Army might collapse without even fighting.

He knew his own strength; although the kick had sent the man flying, it was not enough to cause any lasting injury.

This time, Ghost Yama was truly unreconciled with his defeat. It was not a lack of power, but a grave disadvantage in the application of the laws of the universe. Had he mastered the power of the laws earlier, the outcome would not have been this way.

At this moment, from nowhere, more than a dozen figures dressed in black night-garments and masked appeared. These men in black swiftly joined the battle, siding with the escaping prisoners.

Hearing Li Feng's words, Qiao Ruoying felt a pang of sadness. She thought Li Feng did not want her, an outsider, to join. Thinking this, Qiao Ruoying tried her best to endure, but her eyes still turned slightly red.