Volume One, Chapter 60: The Nobility’s Twilight, The Emperor’s Consolidation of Power Begins!

Qin Bao silently praised Yan Fei’s judgment. Indeed, anyone able to serve in the Black Cloak Guard possessed their own unique skills. Yan Fei had thoroughly grasped Tian Bang’s character, allowing him to anticipate Tian Bang’s response and have Qin Bao wait in advance.

Qin Bao asked with a smile, “Out so late at night, where is the Duke of Chang heading?”

Jiang Dongyu felt a chill in his heart. These great clans of the Eastern Wastelands truly were worldly and insightful; they had guessed his identity. But so what if he was a Painter of Heaven and Earth? This was no forbidden sect like the Cult of the Evil Heavens—why then had he attracted so many enemies for no apparent reason?

Amidst such an atmosphere, the Army of Light embarked on their expedition, setting out toward the distant Abyss of the Dead.

In the end, Bu Feili still did not manage to reach the secret site where gunpowder and cannons were being manufactured. However, through persistent coaxing, he managed to obtain the gunpowder recipe from Mo Sha.

When Su's father and mother arrived, Su Ze was overjoyed. Mu Qiu gave the three of them some privacy. Though Su’s mother did not say much, her gaze lingered on Su Ze with deep concern. Su’s father, on the other hand, could not stop reminding him of all the things he should be careful about.

As Yang Hao was lost in thought, he saw Meng Yu’s hand tighten. The curtain of light shattered like a tranquil lake struck by a massive stone—splintered and broken, everything vanished in an instant.

“If we must travel together, then let us go as one.” Jiang Dongyu cast a deep glance at Pig Linjiang; this pig was likely connected to the Cang Kingdom.

Jin Xiaoman, upon arriving, neither did anything nor said a word. Clearly, she was lost in thought. As for what she was pondering, no one could tell.

Hearing her excited son, Mu Qiu could not help but smile softly—unaware of how many hearts that smile had just bewitched. Mu Qiu soon noticed several men nearby staring at her in a daze. She quickly composed herself, the smile fading as she furrowed her brow. Fortunately, she did not have to wait long before Mu Yichen emerged.

When Golden Claw was still several meters away, a mighty divine beast’s pressure swept over them like a tidal wave, making their hearts tremble uncontrollably. The mist beneath Golden Claw scattered entirely, and the ground the Chen brothers stood upon split open with countless deep fissures in a flash of thunder and lightning.

Comparing the foundational knowledge learned in school with the realities of a construction site—surely there could be nothing better.

Huang Zhong, having slain the enemy lieutenant, immediately spurred his horse in pursuit. Yet, after the chaos and obstruction, he could no longer spot Zhang Liao among the fleeing enemy. Frustrated, Huang Zhong vented his anger on the remaining Cao soldiers, cutting a path through them with his broadsword—none could withstand him.

Zhou Yu, unmoved by what he heard, caught sight of the jade pendant at Liu Bei’s waist and said with a smile, “Then, let me borrow the imperial uncle’s token.” With that, he glanced at Zhou Tai. Zhou Tai did not hesitate, stepped forward, and reached for Liu Bei’s jade pendant.

Without preparing these rare herbs, no one would dare attempt to strengthen a child’s constitution lightly. Even if they tried, they would not use the best dosages for the greatest effect.

Sensing the sharp and forceful sword aura, Xiao Cheng’s eyes lit up. What formidable sword energy! Zhou Wuya is still alive?

Yet, the outcome defied their expectations. The interlocking firepower at the stairwell had become a deadly barrier—turning Ma Chuaxinran and his men utterly helpless.

When he finished listening, Lucifer’s face showed genuine astonishment. He glanced at Samael, who was now sitting in front of Mammon and Beelzebub, looking rather displeased—it seemed he had lost yet another bet.

Wang Xuan suddenly realized what he had been thinking. How could he feel as though these cities were alive? He couldn’t help but smile wryly; it seemed he’d been far too tense lately.

Wang Xuan did not fancy himself the greatest genius in the world. Surely, there were many with greater potential than his own.

Moreover, Lin Tian was still as handsome as ever. Perhaps that was the real reason the innkeeper’s wife smiled so radiantly at him.