Volume 1, Chapter 23: Cao Wei Issues New Edicts, All Officials Stand Helpless!

Yang Yi kept the technique for refining fine salt firmly in his own hands, a secret known to no one else. Even across the entire Shu Han state, few were aware that Yang Yi was the true mastermind behind the Yixue Pavilion. Consequently, in the span of a single morning, the bustling and prosperous Qingxia City—a place once teeming with crowds and favored by merchants and dignitaries from all nations—transformed into a city of demons, where everyone scrambled to gather their gold, silver, and valuables, dragging their families along in a desperate bid to escape.

He lived in a remote area with no friends for company and no entertainment, so he simply played rock-paper-scissors with his own left hand and played chess against himself. Over time, instead of finding it dull, he grew increasingly fond of this solitary existence.

"Are you all right?" Su Mubai climbed the hillside, and the group waiting above quickly swarmed around him, asking with concern.

"I am fine." Su Mubai saw no enemies, only three corpses lying in pools of blood. One was headless, obscured by a heap of red cotton, while the other two had holes punched through their chests—the handiwork of his own snipers. The remaining enemies must have gone into hiding.

"Blackback, blow out his tires for me!" Su Mubai shouted over the radio, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

Although telling the people of this world about their origins wouldn't matter much, explaining such things to those who had never encountered this level of reality was ultimately futile.

"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?" Shen Yuefu’s voice sounded gentle and attentive, filled with profound concern.

"You must be joking... that figure looks like... Najenda!" Gozuki gazed toward the stage, his eyes suddenly glazing over as he muttered to himself.

"It’s not an anti-materiel sniper rifle. Tanks, keep your heads down and avoid the sniper’s lock-on!" the team’s sniper warned the tanks.

Due to the relative abundance of water resources conducive to transformation, the individual spirit beasts of the East Outer Sea Dragon Palace were generally stronger than those of the West. Conversely, the spirit beast soldiers of the West Outer Sea were renowned for their superior equipment and formidable combat prowess compared to ordinary spirit beasts of the same rank.

Within the grand hall, there was no movement. Just as Wang Luo prepared to take action, a faint voice drifted toward him.

The three were at the peak of the fifth stage of the Spirit Soul Realm; their combined attack would likely be too much even for a warrior at the great perfection of the fifth stage.

"There used to be many Heavenly Profound Immortal Herbs, but I have used up some of them recently," the fiery red spirit soul phantom said.

Chen Xuan let out a loud shout, his body glowing with fiery red marks as the power of the Vermillion Bird surged through him.

Bishop Filch had originally intended to find an opportunity for him to earn some merit, shed his probationary title just like Bairide, and secure a post as a parish priest in a decent village church. But now, it seemed that would be entirely unnecessary.

Lu Shu was astonished to discover that even the two horses pulling the massive imperial carriage possessed energy fluctuations of the first grade.

To make things convenient for others is to make things convenient for oneself; this young man is truly worthy of being a scholar, far more sensible than those boorish peasants.

In this light, renovating the existing Liaowang Manor was a result that all parties could accept for the time being.

Jiang Xiao saw the city and felt a bit more at ease. His next task was to inquire about the location of the Samsara Temple, as the name of this organization did not appear on the map provided by Nulei—it was likely a faction that emerged only after Nulei’s death.

"It’s time! Since you’ve made up your mind, you should set off as soon as possible. Take advantage of the fact that Chen Heng is currently unconscious and wounded—he can’t do anything now. This is the perfect time for you to leave!" Zheng Xichen kept his head down in silence, leaving the old man to speak with a heavy, pained heart.