Chapter 1235: Exposing Identity

Lord Siheng readily admitted that in his youth, he had been too fond of battle, read too little, and possessed a thoroughly deficient grasp of history, often mistaking wild apocrypha for orthodox chronicles.

Behind his back, his peers sneeringly dubbed him the Illiterate Sovereign.

Yet what of it? The Emperor himself had praised him as "pure of heart and steadfastly forward-cleaving." Could anyone else command such imperial commendation? Those who called him illiterate were merely drowning in envy.

"Ask me anything you like, I know everything!" Lord Siheng bellowed in a fury, his hair standing utterly on end.

At that moment, outside the walls of Nanfeng City, a disparate host of the demon horde was pressing closer by degrees, maintaining their pre-arranged siege formation.

No matter how intensely Leng Jingcheng disliked her, she had nonetheless succeeded in remaining within the Leng Corporation by her own merit; furthermore, in the days to come, even should Leng Jingcheng wish to bar her from being with Leng Yan, he would no longer possess the right to do so.

As for the ranks of the undead archers and undead warriors, it went without saying; the undead archers had gained nine more to their numbers, while the undead warriors formed the true vanguard of this reinforcement, swelling by nearly forty.

Secondly, Zhou Yu was a renowned paragon of elegance and talent within the Jiangdong region—what modern tongues would call breath-takingly handsome—and his brilliance was nothing short of extraordinary.

With the descent of every winter, the ferns would invariably wither, their sepia leaves carpeting the ground like a straw mat. Now, scattered specks of grayish-green shoots were curling their heads and dragging their downy bodies as they emerged above the dead foliage.

The six members of the Zijin Team stood arrayed in a three-by-three formation, with the three Nangong sisters of the earth element still occupying the front line. Behind them, in the second row, stood Captain Ruofeng of the gold element, Yabu of the wood element, and Shang Pengyu of the lightning element.

Long Moxuan was furious, depressed, and nursing a deep internal ache. As a model, Ling Xuewei had to maintain her figure, and even before achieving that status, she had strictly monitored her caloric intake at all times—how could she possibly eat chocolate? Though he knew full well she was lying, Long Moxuan could hardly expose her, for she was, after all, extricating him from a predicament.

Fortunately, these intruders entertained no designs upon Lu Ting herself, coming instead to steal the tea, or perhaps the cultivation and roasting records for the two varieties; otherwise, even ten Lu Tings would have lost their virtue. Moreover, after spending these past few months drinking the Number One Green Tea, Lu Ting, who had already been quite pleasing to the eye, had bloomed into a radiant beauty.

In light of today's turn of events, Xiao Han surmised that more magnates and wealthy individuals would successively arrive to purchase the spiritual peaches. He therefore went out into the mountain fields to instruct Ren Fengyao and the others that if anyone else came, they should be made to wait and a phone call should be placed to notify him; he would return to Huayao Mountain before two or three o'clock every afternoon.

Liu Bei and Chen Gong turned and fled in sheer terror, and before long, their guards were slaughtered to the last man by Ma Feng and Ma Yun. Afterward, the two carrying their blades set off in hot pursuit of Liu Bei.

Young Master Zhuang broke into a cold sweat of dread as the shadow cast by the collateral damage inflicted by Duan Ran two years ago slowly resurfaced.

The bus driver and conductor cared nothing for the disputes among the passengers; they simply drove according to routine, closing the doors at that moment and urging the vehicle forward.

Upon hearing the news, Zhao Hai's countenance remained unruffled, as still as deep water, as though it all fell precisely within his expectations.

A tremor of fear seized Lin Weiguo's heart, and he hastened to absolve himself: "I have only just returned from the police station myself, I know absolutely nothing." With that, he quickly slipped away.

Setting down her bowl, Shi Wei saw Ping'an preparing to clear the dishes and wished to stand and help, but perhaps because she had eaten to total satiety, she failed to rise on her first attempt.

Sun Wuji slowly drew forth his right hand from behind his back, his palm facing the Elder of the Demon-Breaking Sect across from him. Suddenly, several walls of wind materialized out of thin air, trapping the Elder within, and as he clenched his outstretched right hand into a fist, those walls of wind began to crush inward upon the Elder trapped inside.

Ling Xuan's body shuddered as countless arcs of lightning rippled outward, crackling current still flashing across his flesh.

With a tearful cry, Kim Yi-na rushed forward heedless of all else and threw her arms tightly around her mother.