Chapter 110: A Blessing?

In the Celestial Empire, the evaluation of an emperor boils down to four words: literary refinement and martial achievement. The requirements for an imperial successor are essentially framed within these same parameters.

In terms of "martial achievement," Yang Chong stands in a league of his own. Having conquered nearly half of the Northern Territory and the entirety of the Southern Territory, his merits are such that not only the minor Prince of Chu, Yang Yi, but even his own father, Yang Ji, could hardly hope to rival him. It is precisely because Yang Chong’s military exploits are so immense that Yang Ji, acting as both father and emperor, has come to feel threatened.

It is said that to attract more people, the Prefect of Yangzhou added generous rewards to the Lantern Festival; the winner of the lantern riddle contest would receive a full hundred taels of silver.

After all, he harbored too many secrets; joining the Exotic Dragon would likely lead to his exposure, so Lin Chen refused once again.

Since she is related to the matter, I will spare her life. As for the location, shall we settle on the residence of the Yangzhou Prefect? Three days from now.

Seeing that the Heavenly Demon Formation had lost its effectiveness, the Heavenly King Dragon and the Kui King Dragon had no choice but to exert all their skills to protect General Antura as they retreated rapidly to the Pluto Mountains to plan a counter-offensive. Thus, through the desperate fighting of the master and his disciples, they broke through the valley ambush and continued to assist the imperial army on their march toward the Pluto Mountains to eradicate the demons.

"May I ask, which master is it? Although I dare not claim to know every blacksmith in Xuanyue Town, those of any reputation should not have escaped my notice." He tilted his head slightly, asking in a probing tone.

When the Celestial Arhat saw the Demon-Subduing Purple Gold Vase manifest in mid-air to capture the Thunder Eagle Beast King, he realized that the pilgrims from the Great Tang had arrived. He then led all the Uyghur soldiers in a full-scale counter-attack, fighting until the end when Master Huaizhi, relying on the power of Buddhist mantras, defeated all the flying beast kings.

In other words, Dean now faced two choices: to trust in reason or to trust in Zhaslamo.

After finishing the thick volume, Revolver still felt confused and decided to return to the Red Eagle to watch the recordings.

Zen Spirit scanned the crowd and waved his palm. Instantly, the "thousand faces" state was retracted, and the surging power rolled back, re-infusing into his body.

Watching the sword tip enlarge in his pupils, he neither dodged nor parried. Instead, he thrust his own sword straight toward the man's left chest.

Facing Qian Chuanlin's inquiry, Xu Zhengdao thought for a moment and said, "Replace the wood with other materials. Aside from these two main pillars, replace all the timber in the house. Use whatever usable material remains, and if it’s not enough, go buy aged wood."

Tapping the image to restore it, Lu Lin handed the phone back to Xu Chushao, a mellow, languid tone spilling from his lips.

The surveillance screens displaying the situation inside the examination hall were high-definition, allowing the team leaders from every country to clearly see every move made by the students.

However, there remained one problem: if they refused to approve more commercial land, would Xu Zhengdao think they lacked vision and simply abandon his investment here? Or perhaps, even if he did invest, it would be nothing more than a formality?

In his youth, he had been the same way. It was only after being tempered by time that he realized how ignorant and ridiculous he had been back then.

As the shadowy giant moved, it swung its massive palm, fiercely attacking the white-haired youth with a vicious momentum, intent on crushing him to death beneath it.

After wandering through the ruins for a while, Chu Yuan suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. He saw Lian Hongchang standing before a stone tablet, her fingers pressing against it; the next moment, her figure vanished.

They seemed to catch a faint, sweet scent, a fragrance that gradually rippled and permeated the air.

"Very well, let them follow you. Oh, by the way, Miaomiao, give them new names. When I return, I will enter their names into the family genealogy." Shui Moran glanced at the three girls beside her sister and nodded slightly in agreement, though calling them "Big Ya" and "Second Ya" was simply too unrefined.