Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Cao Army Attacks? Well Prepared in Advance!

In the state of Shu, inside the residence of Yang Yi.

Ever since he assumed the concurrent responsibilities of the three offices, Yang Yi's days had grown exceedingly busy, with endless piles of official documents awaiting his review every single day.

However, Yang Yi made it a point to categorize these documents, directly disregarding those of trivial importance.

What he paid the closest attention to were the movements of Eastern Wu and Cao Wei.

Entering the room, Luo Hong saw that Fu Jian was thoroughly engrossed and chose not to disturb him, simply watching as he drew there.

Youyou had only been gone for a little over ten days, yet the household was already in utter chaos. Word of his return must have leaked somehow, for Squire Liu immediately dispatched men over.

The pitiful A Nian Cheng Fo had to simultaneously fight monsters, reject Su Yi's recurring friend requests, and listen to Su Yi's terribly directionless, blind guidance regarding false intelligence. Before even finishing a single wave of monsters, A Nian Cheng Fo had already been beaten up by them several times.

"King Neptune, rest assured, Luo Hong's strength is formidable indeed," Waltz said to Neptune from the side.

"My family has come to pick me up, and from now on I..." Dong Shaoqing said, subconsciously glancing at Tian Qingqing with a look of lingering disappointment in his eyes.

They had thought reinforcements were arriving, only for the newcomers to vanish into thin air the very moment they appeared.

Back when he was being hunted down, Zhou Qing had not yet reached the Void Return realm, so conceiving heirs was not as arduous for them as it was for him and Ling'er.

Gu Xie and Li Daxiong both stood frozen, whereas Liao remained utterly calm. He took a single step forward, casting a glance at the wandering ghost. As if enchanted, the wandering ghost turned and drifted away.

Among these people of the martial world, who had not stained their hands with blood? How many could truly claim to have a clear conscience? How many could say they had lived a life entirely free of regrets?

After boarding the Thunder, Zzrot, who was taking Buggy's place in commanding the vessel, ordered the ship to set sail for the coating yard in Sabaody.

Du Ziping stepped forward, pushed open the door, and walked inside. The interior of the thatched cottage was furnished with extreme simplicity—merely a table and a chair, upon which even rested a pot of spiritual tea. It seemed the Heavenly Slaughter Patriarch had treated him with a fair degree of consideration. The room was spotless and exceptionally tidy. Du Ziping sat cross-legged on the bed and used his inner vision to examine the three golden elixir pills.

Yu Yang felt a cold gust of wind sweep across his back and gazed nervously toward the outside of the grand hall. After all, Lei Peng was a divine beast renowned for possessing one of the top three flight speeds in the Greater Thousand Worlds; in the span of a single breath, he would likely be able to arrive right here.

Chen Yufu hesitated and said, "This old subject's eyes are dim with age; I can no longer recognize it." Behind the Empress, Du Heng silently cursed the man as an old fox.

Tianyun caught his breath and cursed, "Damn it, who knows where this fellow hid his magical treasure pouch." With a flick of his finger, a flash of flame landed on Daoist Yu, reducing him to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Du Ziping nodded in silence, his body surging upward as he flew to the spot where that person had just departed. It was a large tree, thick enough for a man to embrace, bearing countless nameless white blossoms that emitted an intense floral fragrance, permeating even the surrounding air with their scent.

"What the heck, this is too ferocious! This perverted place, these perverted abyss beasts, this perverted Old Man Qingfeng!" Wu Feng let out a loud roar toward the place he had just fled from. Having vented his frustration, he clapped his hands together and continued onward. Just like in life, no matter how much one complained, one still had to press forward.

"She... has a very close relationship with me; she is my best friend." Having her innermost thoughts exposed without any mental preparation, Ling Qi's explanation sounded somewhat pale even to her own ears.

Amidst pain that felt as though her soul were being torn apart, her consciousness finally sensed a trace of light; yet this light felt far too much like the lingering rays of a setting sun.

"Homeward Returning Sword Art." Inside the grand hall, the Master of the Human Sword Path glanced slightly toward the side, at the Master of the Heavenly Sword Path sitting right in the center, and smiled faintly.