Chapter Seventy-Nine: Qin Siyuan’s Schemes

Qin Siyuan must have believed that with his abilities, even if he led ten thousand old and feeble soldiers, he could quell the turmoil brought by the Xiongnu. Unfortunately, Qin Siyuan was not Ye Cheng; if Ye Cheng were to lead the troops, he would have been able to crush the Xiongnu even with three thousand cooks, let alone ten thousand soldiers. But Qin Siyuan was not up to the task, for he owed his position to his father, and his actual combat experience paled in comparison to Ye Cheng—such a vast difference.

Yet, this was only his own thinking. If not for Lei Jun’s command that their objective had already been achieved, there would have been three machine guns waiting at the cave entrance long ago. That aura was neither strong nor weak, not clear, but one could sense it distinctly.

For a moment, the courtyard was crowded with people, and the scene grew ever more chaotic. More and more members of the Jin family learned the news: someone had come to the Jin household and killed one of their chief stewards, and the murderer had even managed to escape?

The lingering spirit retained some of its original features; one could vaguely discern that it had once been a goblin.

Yu Min sat in the front passenger seat, gloomy and listless, her mind haunted by the image of Lei Jun, especially his final words, which echoed incessantly in her heart.

The second interpretation held that the midnight butterfly symbolized endurance and vengeance; its survival in such hostile conditions was for the sake of patient revenge, a struggle to live in the face of death.

After Zhao Kuangyin’s army arrived at the gates of Kaifeng, the Han Tong who should have appeared according to history was nowhere to be found. Chai Zongxun faintly realized that by now, history had already diverged, more or less. Kaifeng was originally the stronghold of the imperial guards, and for Zhao Kuangyin, it seemed virtually undefended.

As for Cangyun Mountain, it was truly the home of a martial enthusiast. In his youth, he had traveled throughout the famous mountains and rivers of Qingfeng, seeking the reclusive masters who dwelled in the wilderness for the sake of honing his skills through challenge and learning.

“Rest assured, leave it to this old monk. I won’t let my dear disciple come to harm,” said Ye Wujie, and then an old, limping monk patted his bald head and smiled.

Yet, after witnessing so many things in the mortal world, Yi Yu began to doubt whether her original decision had been right. Was endless revenge and mutual destruction the only solution? Could killing to stop killing truly protect oneself?

From the moment he saw Chen Fang cripple Wan Daixing, he secretly vowed that one day, he would wash the Chen mansion in blood.

But the dynasty's court chose instead to seek aid from Annam. To trust foreigners yet not one’s own people—how disheartening. Though the Su family’s invitation was indeed a move to leverage imperial prestige for its own status, their loyalty was, at the very least, far more reliable than that of Annam.

“According to reports, there’s a saying circulating within Later Jin: that this time, Huang Taiji intends to campaign against Ming!” Jia Shu said uncertainly.

At present in English football, if there was any personal connection, Su Yun only had some acquaintance with Harry Redknapp, formerly manager of West Ham United.

Returning to Hakurei Shrine, Reimu Hakurei remained lost in troubled thoughts. Though she went unnoticed that night because Yunmeng retired early due to illness, the next day Yunmeng observed her preoccupied state.

As their horses' heads met, a flash of fear flickered in the eyes of the Khitan warrior, and he gently shifted his body aside. Li Xing bent his waist slightly, let out a booming shout, and held his spear steady without the slightest tremor.

When Qingli rushed over and dismantled the fingerprint lock, the two entered, restored the lock, and slipped into the space, hurried footsteps could already be heard outside.

Williams seized the ball once again. Each time, it was not only because Williams was Sunderland’s midfield core, but also because he never stopped running.