Volume 1, Chapter 34: Civil and Military Strife, Does Yang Yi Reap the Benefit?

The imperial court fell silent for a moment. Sensing the heavy atmosphere, Chen Zhen, the Commandant of the Guards, was the first to step forward.

The Commandant of the Guards was responsible for the palace’s security and protection. Holding authority over the imperial guards, it was a vital position for maintaining order within the palace and ensuring the Emperor’s safety.

He let out a raspy, cackling laugh, unaware that Ye Yi’s cultivation had long since reached the realm of internalizing her essence and energy. She had intentionally released a hint of bloodlust to deceive him, causing him to lower his guard and mistake his opponent for a mere brawler.

Later, when Hu Aiqin was working at Nine Success in Shanghai, she was promised certain benefits and then concealed her identity to enter the digital world. It might have been the idea of Nine Success, or perhaps just Zhu Jingtian’s, but the goal was the source code for the website’s design.

While talking with Song Anning, she deliberately activated the brand. The brand transformed into malevolent energy, driving Song Tianluo into a frenzy and causing him to accidentally commit murder.

Those with the means to play desktop games continued to do so, while those stuck at home or with insufficient computer hardware began looking for other games.

Hong shook her head, choosing not to comment on the talk of gods. Naturally, she was not foolish enough to argue with them; for now, she simply offered Haina a faint smile, opting to gloss over the matter.

The man’s face was ashen, his eyes dull and lifeless, looking every bit like a corpse. Yet, Zoro felt an incredibly dangerous aura emanating from him.

A moment later, Da Meng was carried into Yin Yu’s cave. Hearing the commotion outside, Hong and Jian An emerged from their rooms.

Though she did not show it on the surface, Chen Hui felt a subtle warmth blooming in her heart.

Chen Hui had been suppressing her emotions for a week, and today was her happiest day, as Wu Zhong was being discharged from the hospital. The heavy burden on her heart was finally lifted.

Zeng Qi actually winked at her and tossed his hair, which he clearly thought looked elegant, though in reality, his bangs were just a bit too long.

The Collector glared at the fallen, unconscious space dog, his mind in a state of turmoil; he roared in extreme fury and frustration.

Moreover, regardless of the circumstances, this incident was linked to him in some way. Perhaps only through a brief separation and the establishment of a force capable of helping Fang Chen could he find the courage to face him again.

"Master, Emperor Yan has occupied a temple, and all the monks within have been driven out!" Xuan Dong sensed Emperor Yan’s aura and witnessed the displaced monks.

Yang Tao remained uneasy about Da Jieli, so he dared not leave her at Cloud Mountain. That was why he resorted to this desperate measure, though he felt somewhat reassured knowing the golden retriever was at home.

As soon as Xing Chengbiao received news of the Emperor’s personal arrival, he immediately led all the troops of Changzhou out of the city to kneel and welcome the imperial carriage, fully demonstrating his unwavering loyalty and determination to follow His Majesty to the death.

Seeing that the Emperor was no longer angry, Yang Yue grew bolder. With an air of righteous indignation, he said, "Father, the Great Tang has endured for centuries. You and Grandfather have worked diligently, hoping to restore the glory of the Huaguo. Yet, currently, we are surrounded by powerful enemies externally and plagued by sycophants internally. To achieve restoration without iron-fisted methods—how difficult that would be."

Yuan Na, meanwhile, started stammering, wondering if she should tell Yang Tao in advance about the banquet tomorrow night.

Quan Wei removed his glasses, looking completely bewildered. The General stared at him for another minute before placing a checkmark on the file, then moved on to the next person.

The gap was not large, but often, a mere sliver of difference meant the difference between heaven and earth. Because Sean could not accurately grasp the nature of the chaotic will within the curse, he could not cross that line or ascend to greatness in a single leap.

Traces of the cyan lightning’s anomalous power still lingered in the chasm. The force of Yi Fan’s blade had gouged a trench a hundred zhang deep. The cyan phantom remained within the chasm, devouring the residual power of the lightning before tracing its source and flying off in that direction.