Chapter 144: Ordinary Days

This time, Xie Zhiyun was neither afraid nor trying to run away; instead, he put up a rather stubborn front.
"I'm not afraid! The worst you can do is beat me up—it's not like you haven't done it before anyway."
The young marquis's voice trailed off into a murmur, sounding barely louder than a buzzing mosquito.
Lu Qingqing stared at him fixedly, crossing her arms without a word. She just looked at him, and the mere deterrence in her gaze was...
To think she would actually crave a monk to answer such a childish question. They always said monks were supposed to be filled with mercy and compassion, especially a kind-hearted one like Hongyi. Just as he had said, he probably would have done the same for anyone else.
"Do you think I wanted to lose him? That crooked Taoist is fiercely capable—he vanished in a 'swoosh.' I'm just an ordinary mortal, how was I supposed to keep track of him?" Li Gongfu could not help but defend himself.
No sooner had Yin Shixiu finished speaking than the little Crown Prince stood on tiptoe and pried open Yin Shixiu's hand, which was holding the gift bag.
"Captain, it doesn't look like there are any mechanisms over there anyway. Why don't we go take a look?!" Seeing the expression on Li Dong's face, Old Kong knew asking would be pointless, so he stepped in with a suggestion.
"The first commission I accepted is scheduled to be completed on the Emperor's birthday," Shiyao introduced briefly.
At that moment, Shiyao thought of the warmly smiling Hongyi. If it were Hongyi, he would never treat her this way.
Fighting beneath the city gates, the imperial army held an absolute advantage against the Goguryeo tribes; however, when fighting along the ramparts, the Goguryeo forces enjoyed a supreme tactical advantage. This was precisely why the imperial army had suffered such heavy casualties.
Fortunately, the rope tethering the wooden box was thick enough; a single bullet had only frayed a few fine strands of that sturdy cord.
All sorts of exquisite pastries were neatly arranged tier by tier on crystal-clear crystal plates, still radiating wisps of heat.
Xiao Yan slowly nodded, his expression resolute. Including the one in his hand, there were four in total—one pill each for Xun'er and the other three. This demanded that he pour absolute concentration and twelve-tenths of his focus into refining every single pill, allowing no room for failure.
The next instant, a sound like a muffled thunderclap exploded in the air, and a wave-like oppressive force surged suddenly from all directions.
Yet, following yesterday's incident involving Brother Ji and the head jailer, everyone's gaze toward Xiao Feng could not help but change.
Madam Fu also went over to look at the two of them. What were those two doing? Madam Fu stood up and walked over to her maid's side to see.
Old Zhu's disgust for Ji Qing had reached its absolute limit. Out of consideration for the Wu family's feelings, he refrained from voicing his objection on the spot, but in his heart, he had already sentenced Ji Qing to death.
The two battalions of systemic soldiers wore the unified robes of the conquering realm as they marched forward. The villagers and merchants had long since locked their doors and retreated indoors, too terrified to venture out, even the teleportation officer having taken cover inside.
The old man demanded the intestines and fished out his money, while the steward went to retrieve that section of the entrails. Pulling the intestine forward, the steward squeezed it with his hands to force out the remaining feces, and as the waste emerged, a foul odor filled the air.
Phantom led the crowd inside following the village head into a courtyard containing a brick-built house. The coroner was already inside examining the corpse of Dashan Mu; having bolted down a hasty breakfast, he had left his home and arrived early at the morgue.
"Bring me my blade!" Zhou Cang shouted loudly. Immediately, two burly soldiers carried forward a massive ghost-head saber. Zhou Cang's blade weighed fifty catties and had been specially crafted for him by Liu Yong. Zhou Cang held it in extremely high regard, ensuring someone was guarding it at all times.
Yang Hao, who had previously worn a look of utter disdain, felt the power behind Xiao Feng's punch—which was actually twice as strong as before—and his expression shifted drastically.
To single-handedly slaughter one of the Ten Palace Lords of the Beast Prison and reduce hundreds of vicious Beast Prison thugs to ashes with a flick of a finger—if a man like this wasn't a god, what was he?
Clumsy as the magma golem looked, its speed was far more agile than a human's, and it deftly dodged the fierce claw strikes with a few consecutive evasive shifts.