Chapter 83: Does the Eighth Floor Fear the Sixth?

“Senior, do you have a way to heal my disciple?” Hong Zhengtian asked cautiously. For some reason, he had a strong feeling that this mysterious elder must possess some means to cure his disciple. After all, the man had seen through Xiao You’s cultivation method with a single glance—he was certainly no ordinary person.

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Adele Chu clenched her fists, her gaze sharp as she scanned her surroundings. Her usually fierce demeanor appeared even more formidable. Madam Zhang offered an awkward smile; of course she understood, but if she could avoid the meeting, all the better. Besides, having someone willing to package and promote was a boon for her—what she lacked was precisely publicity and promotion.

“Zhang Dong, that’s enough. I’m talking about you—about your misdiagnosis. Do you understand?” Though raising one’s voice in the ward was prohibited, Qiu Yi could no longer restrain his emotions.

In truth, he knew nothing about the matter, nor was there any need for him to know.

And every time, the result was the same. The ionic energy beams that confined him seemed inexhaustible, impervious to all his attempts to disrupt their function.

“So you’re going to the New Army selection. Only the bravest are chosen for that. I truly admire you!” Haduren spoke with genuine respect.

At least now there was one chance to use his ability and escape. Bringing the meticulous Number Three along had indeed been the wisest decision.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Rong’s nine blazing dragon cauldrons shone with dazzling light, as though the sun had descended to earth, illuminating every corner of the land. A crimson gate appeared and faded, nine dragons soared in and out of sight, lifelike and awe-inspiring, exuding unparalleled majesty.

“The rest is up to you.” With that, Zhang Jie ascended into the sky, carrying the bewildered and hesitant Zheng Zha to the other side.

The first applicant was a young man, splendidly dressed and heavily powdered, his short silk jacket and shorts both of the finest material.

I was delighted, yet I deliberately lessened my presence, keen to stay a bit longer and eavesdrop on more juicy gossip.

After capturing Chizhou, the summer army split into three columns. Fifty thousand troops advanced in the vanguard, while the central force—one hundred thousand strong and led personally by Prince Liang, Li De—formed the main strength. The rearguard, another fifty thousand, was tasked with escorting provisions and equipment. Crucially, the rear contained dozens of cannons and large quantities of gunpowder, greatly slowing the Song army’s advance.

“Very well. Tomorrow, secretly draw off one hundred thousand troops from those besieging the fortress to participate in the assault on Malik Shah. Strive to annihilate them in a single stroke,” Li Liangzuo issued his command with high spirits.

She watched as Zhang Long caught a blade barehanded and, stunned for a moment, immediately reached for her sword to launch another attack.

Meanwhile, Xu Zheng bore Wang Rui on his back and led ten thousand soldiers in a brave breakout. Luo Cheng and the exhausted troops forged ahead, using their own bodies to carve a path for the others.

Ning Feng was a subject of endless discussion; whether it was his reputation or his age, people could not help but want to learn more about him. Unfortunately, he seldom ventured out, making it exceedingly difficult to gain any real understanding.

Chang Le Town—Xiao Honglin had once been fortunate enough to visit and knew it was a lawless, idyllic haven. That’s why he brought Consort Zhen here to settle down.

Qin Lie raised an eyebrow, troubled once more. His Ethereal Sword Forging Method refined soul swords, a path of cultivating a second spirit, but it was something he could shape himself, thus spared the vexations that plagued Ye Xuan.

In a fit of rage, Yan Mo secretly gathered the region’s young powerhouses, sealing off the valley and forcing Liu Muyun to surrender two precious treasures. If he refused, a massacre would ensue.

At night, Lord Qianye and Qian Feng found a cave to rest in. They tethered their horses to a tree outside, lit a fire within, scattered some burnt wood ash at the entrance, ate their dry rations, and settled down for the night.