Chapter 87: Poisoned

For half a month, Li Sheng had tirelessly followed Zhao Su, never shirking his duties, yet no one expected that he would sacrifice himself to protect Zhao Su this time. Zhao Su closed his eyes, and two streams of tears slid down his cheeks.

After a pause, he choked out, “Posthumously promote Li Sheng to Left Deputy General of the third district of the capital, fourth rank. Reward his wife with a fourth-rank honorary title. Assign his offspring to the idle post of Lieutenant of Light Cavalry, to be filled upon coming of age. All other wounded and fallen soldiers shall receive tenfold rewards, no…”

Mist Blade let out a long, thunderous shout, forcefully shaking off Feng Yaotian. His fingers, sharp as blades, vanished, and he planted his feet firmly on the ground, glaring at Feng Yaotian with chilling menace. “You’ve provoked the killing intent of this demon general. Prepare to meet your death!” Gathering his energy, his entire body radiated a ghastly green light.

Yet, in the past, it was always Yu Fengjiao who took to the battlefield and confronted Sheng Jintian. Sheng Xueli rarely appeared; why had it fallen to Sheng Xueli to step forward and clash with Sheng Jintian this time?

Before, it had all been hearsay. One knew the name but never the taste, nor what ingredients were truly required. The details remained unclear.

With a dull thud, Zhao Yan’s petrified hand firmly clamped down on Li Wudao’s descending black blade. Then, wearing a sinister grin, he tightened his other fist, and with a sharp whistle, swung it with full force toward Li Wudao’s head.

Most of the people moving about were bounty hunters. Li Wudao had instructed Hachida Keiko to evacuate those without combat strength, but he deliberately kept these individuals behind.

Thinking in reverse, among their nearly two hundred components, how many might share similar hidden issues? How many secrets lay concealed within, unknown even to their own team?

In every era, men never fear the passing of years. Often, young men refuse to wed, insisting on earning scholarly honors and building their careers before seeking a suitable match.

Now, it was only because Princess Anping and others, who dearly loved Du Zhixuan, were painstakingly nurturing her while simultaneously striving to erase the ill effects of her former reputation, that they found themselves stretched thin.

At the heart of the canyon, groups of trolls gathered, gnawing on the shriveled bodies of lesser demons. From time to time, they glanced toward the depths of the canyon, straining to catch any sounds from within.

Her painting of lotus blossoms dazzled with vibrant colors—a pond filled with jade-green leaves sprawled across the lake, and graceful lotuses swayed elegantly. The fragrance seemed to waft directly from the canvas.

A deluge of cold water poured down, and Ling Jian Tong frowned; in her dream, she was enjoying a French feast, so why had a flood suddenly erupted?

Dozens of tightly shut windows suddenly flew open with a clatter. Some young women leaned out to watch the commotion, while men, tugging at their half-dressed clothes, cursed as they peered outside. Only the window in the northeast corner remained utterly unmoved.

Amid the chaos, Luo Li noticed something odd: why did pregnant females of the cattle tribe never sleep? But there was no time to investigate now.

“I’m Zhou Kuangyu! I’m a beast master! I’m really good at it!” Zhou Kuangyu declared proudly to Mo Mo.

Li Deyi was a bit excited; these past three months had been more interesting than his entire life in the capital. Not only did he sleep well, but he’d eaten things he’d never tasted before.

“I recall that you were promoted from the Palace of Hidden Courtyards. Do you know Yun Shaoshi of the Hall of Harmony?” Xu Liangren inquired.

“She hit A Li!” Ye thought that punishment was secondary; teaching Zhi a lesson for Luo Li’s sake was the real priority.

She reached out with both hands and ravaged Donghuang Fenghua from top to bottom, inside and out, almost touching the man’s very heart.

She had just witnessed Wang Dong’s devastating display, and offending such a formidable figure, she feared she would not escape easily today.

In truth, Gu Qingming must have braved the wind and snow to come; his body was cold, making Yun Yao shiver. Yet, despite this, she was unwilling to leave his embrace, for it was one of the rare moments she could be so close to him.