Chapter 36: Old Haunts

Revisiting this place, Pei Qinghe felt a complex mix of emotions.

In her past life, she had established the Pei Family Army in Changping, suppressing mountain bandits and sheltering refugees, building her foundation there for over a decade. The county town of Changping had been razed by the flames of war three times, only to be rebuilt each time, eventually becoming her stronghold.

At this moment, Changping was still in its original state. The dilapidated gates, the listless sentries, the mottled streets, and the numb expressions of the common folk all served as evidence of the imperial court’s weak and loose grip on the region. Even the county magistrate’s office...

Rain began to patter down. It was just like that great battle three years ago, when the downpour had swept across the night sky of the Eastern Capital in an instant.

Besides, Yan Yi could not marry her anyway, and she had taken advantage of the chaos to seize so many true techniques from the Temple of the Fire God. No matter what, she had come out ahead. If Yan Yi were to turn against her... well, the initiative was in her hands. She could say whatever she pleased.

No sooner had Gu Chen finished speaking than the black-armored cavalrymen went mad. They could tolerate insults directed at anyone, but never against their Empress, who was as beautiful as a celestial being, a peerless beauty, and perfect in every conceivable way. A general in golden armor roared.

She walked step by step into the distance, vanishing from his field of vision until she was no longer to be seen...

After reading the entire letter, Ye Luoqing clutched the seemingly ordinary piece of white paper, stained with a drop of blood, tightly in his hand. Free from any further hesitation, he collapsed over Zhan Luoya’s corpse and wailed in agony.

Her voice was so anxious that it cracked. Had Xun Yi not been supporting her from behind, she likely would have slumped to the ground the moment she finished shouting.

Long Yan immediately shook her head, struggling to cast out that detestable figure from her mind.

Fang Sen ordered the guards to open the tower gate, told everyone to enter, and then dispatched an elder to stand guard, instructing the other elders to take turns on a daily rotation to ensure the safety of everyone within the Spirit Gathering Tower.

"I will assess the situation first." Gongsun De lowered his binoculars. His command style was characterized by a cautious yet open approach. He rarely made major mistakes and could occasionally orchestrate classic battles—though, naturally, everything was predicated on having superior forces.

Once the insects broke the mathematical algorithms of the surrounding space, Su Daji and Shangguan Xiuluo regained their freedom, though they still relied on the insects to withstand the pressure exerted by Zhou Wanning.

Rushing all the way to the hospital, he parked the car and sprinted toward Wang Nanbei’s room. Just as he reached the door, he heard Ma Cong’s thunderous roar, and with a dark expression, he pushed the door open and strode in.

The third and fourth parts were horror and thriller genres respectively. They seemed similar, but there was a significant distinction: horror films pursued visual shock, while thrillers focused on psychological stimulation. In the end, due to Xiang Yu’s reckless bidding, the final price exceeded ten million.

This "counter-espionage operation," sparked by Pierce’s role as an informant, achieved initial results, eliminating some hidden dangers within the tank regiment and confirming that certain classified information remained secure for the time being.

The remaining death energy within his body condensed into a Taiji symbol. Under its reversal, the devouring power turned frantic, forcibly restraining all elemental energy between heaven and earth and drawing it into his body.

Yinyang Zhengze was stunned upon hearing the voice. He hurriedly retracted his sword aura and stepped into the bushes, only to find Changtas and his two companions lying on the ground, wincing in pain.

As he neared the turn, Wang Nanbei tried to tilt his head to observe the situation ahead. Despite his best efforts, he could only see a tiny sliver of space; it was impossible to clearly scout what lay beyond.

Among the five, the most enigmatic was Wang Hao, who was pinned in the second-to-last position.

The fatty ran out to have some roasted meat brought over and crowded into the circle of officers, including Luke, to feast. Before the banquet had even dispersed, the fatty returned early to his own room. He had realized that as long as he was present, the officers would remain restrained, to say nothing of the soldiers nearby.