Chapter 238: Iron Plate

Of course, even if the vitality supplements could yield twice the result with half the effort, they were not yet in his possession; for now, he could only rely on cultivating the Martial Canon to restore whatever meager strength he could.

In the days that followed, apart from practicing the Martial Canon, Li Changan spent most of his time adapting to the rhythm of survival in this world.

Li Furong, Li Yan, and Su Yuman were clearly astonished by his demeanor over the past few days.

After all, though the Li Changan of the past could not be considered quiet or introverted—

Upon returning to Huanhong, Wan Kang immediately sought out Guo Lili. Guo Lili appeared to be in high spirits, noting that now that both the villa and the hotel were secured, they ought to devote themselves entirely to the campaign against Qian Dacheng.

"Bring forth all the iron shards; only by gathering them together will they produce an effect," one of the heavenly gods commanded.

Keiko had originally intended to stay behind and accompany Dong Lei, but upon catching his glare, she did not dare speak her mind.

Tao Shang had never intended to play the part of a hypocritical loyalist; he would not, like the historical Cao Cao, possess the strength to change the dynasty and know full well his son would supplant the Han after his death, yet stubbornly refuse to declare himself emperor just for the sake of reputation.

The Li manor possessed three dining halls: setting aside the one reserved for the household servants, of the remaining two, one was situated in the front courtyard, serving as the usual dining area for the men and the place where visiting guests would be entertained for meals.

If I were to release him, letting him travel the ports with my father and Brother Lu, might it inspire him to be loyal to me?

The rest of the generals and strategists pricked up their ears, curious to hear what brilliant strategy Ma Yuan could possibly devise to vanquish the formidable elephant cavalry.

"Very well, let us return together then, to revisit our old haunts," Lin Xuan said with a wave of his hand, and they vanished from the spot.

To them, this young man who had suddenly stepped forward was merely someone who felt all hope was lost and was seizing the chance to court public favor.

Takakage responded with a movement that spoke volumes, causing Mitsunari's brow to furrow. "No room for negotiation then?" What did Takakage mean? He meant that Mitsunari had only seen one side of Takamonto, and Takamonto was destined to return to his own life.

"Oh," Yin Yeping murmured, not daring to make the slightest movement. The green snake, as thick as a chopstick, coiled steadily upon his shoulder, its fork-tongued hissing sounding right by his ear.

The sloth-like Slakoth always lay motionless on the ground, its brownish-gray fur and brown stripes making it look even more like a rag sprawled on the floor. It possessed a pink nose, brown circles around its eyes, and hooked claws that allowed it to sleep hanging easily from tree branches.

"Why do I get a strange feeling hearing you say that?" Ning Jing looked Yuan Feiying up and down, clearly conveying through her eyes, "You are hardly short."

"Chiyojumaru! Your brother is looking for you everywhere!" Chiyojumaru was precisely Takamoto's childhood name, and several white-bearded elders addressed their lord thus with casual ease, adopting the tone of village elders. Takamoto could not take offense, and could only bow and scrape to attend to these old men.

Xu Yang had no deep acquaintance with the others, but he felt that the army must act according to orders; regardless of whether Yan Ning's position as commander was convincing, Huang Qi's overt defiance was wrong, so he helped to persuade him.

Watching them die one by one before his eyes, Zhang Fan found himself utterly unable to move at this moment.

Pulling its punches, Gastly understood well enough, throwing its long tongue toward the ground just ahead of Houndour; as long as Houndour did not move recklessly, it would certainly not be hit.

It was unclear whether Zong Ze would weep himself blind, but in short, this was Zhang Shuye's reply to him. This was precisely the court's reason for placing Zong Ze there: they expected him to solve problems for the imperial court, not to create them.

Shen Mubai thought miserably to herself that it was bad enough she could only speak with Zuo Yu during the day, but having to be bedded by him at night made life truly unbearable.