Chapter Sixty-Nine: Darling Husband to the Rescue!

When Fang Zhiyin awoke, she discovered a figure sprawled across her body.

!!!

She was still groggy, but immediately swung her fist, striking the man squarely in the stomach.

“What are you doing?!” Fang Zhiyin roared furiously.

“You wretched woman!” It was the same stranger who had pretended kindness earlier! Enraged, he slapped her hard. Fang Zhiyin reflexively turned her head, but her right ear was still struck.

A searing pain burned through her!

In just a few seconds, Fang Zhiyin confirmed she was still in this man’s car. She had no idea where he’d parked it—some desolate place, far from any village or inn.

Was this man planning to have his way with her here?

Most clerks were those with the poorest aptitude at the Great Qi Academy, supplementing the shortage of officials. To address this, Yang Hao had established another system: the Selection of Filial and Upright Candidates.

“Knights! Give them a surprise!” A shout rang out, and two hundred knights charged forward with the force of a tidal wave.

Leina still hadn’t found enough hands to tend the cattle and sheep, but in the end, these were his private property; and the people of the Northern Realm were not, in the traditional sense, serfs who were also the property of the nobility.

The main reason the North Sea Dragon Clan was the weakest was the existence of the Beiming Sorcerer’s Palace, which greatly limited their development.

Now, the ones in control within Karn Castle were these people. Who would ultimately inherit the castle was still unknown, so for now, they could only keep it in trust—and perhaps they were enjoying this sense of power.

In the rear, someone burst in from outside, brandishing a blade and shouting, but his face froze in shock, his legs rooted to the spot as Guo Ke’s gaze swept over him, sending a cold sweat down his back.

Could it be that the Celestial Emperor above was not the puppet Haotian of the Great Desolation, but the supreme Lord of the Three Realms from traditional Chinese mythology?

Li Ke shook his head again, remaining silent. It was Zhangsun Wuji who spoke, the old fox gazing past the long pavilion and murmuring softly.

Moreover, judging by Qingqiu’s tone, she must at least belong to the former category, right?

No one knew the true content of the two people's conversation—only Manager Xie, who occasionally brought them food, had picked up a few words here and there.

“She’s still dreaming. I must wake her from the dreams of the past into the present,” said Saint Maria, placing her hand on Silvie’s forehead. Around them, dust began to take shape out of thin air; soon, a red-roofed wooden house and a fence appeared anew.

Later, he found a broadsword in the black market. It had once been a low-grade spirit weapon, but cracks had formed along its blade, rendering it useless.

In the end, the promotional video for the game’s CG completely derailed, with everyone discussing the developer’s true identity—how could someone know so much about the Elven Continent? At the very least, they must be a professor specializing in elven studies at some university.

“Master, do we really have to serve a governor of the Ming Dynasty?” Zhuoketoda couldn’t help but whisper.

Xu Lang pinched the anti-cavalry stake poison in one hand, and with a move that wavered between the ordinary and the extraordinary, wisdom shining untainted and pure, he broke through all obstacles and struck Ananda’s chest with a heavy blow.

Ning Caichen had been dejected upon his return, and seeing others openly holding hands now only made him feel worse.

Qin Yuan didn’t hesitate for a second; he rushed forward and pinned down Ralulu, whose body was numb from the shock and unable to move.

Cao Zhiqiang stepped aside just in time to block Lu Xiaowei, nearly causing her to stumble into his arms.

Sword energy flowed, the power of origin surged in the sky, clouds churned, and the radiant light of origin shone beautifully in every direction.

Seeing that his two companions hadn’t returned after going downstairs, the captain of the bodyguard team upstairs couldn’t help but ask.

“How... how is this possible?” The pointy-chinned elf’s eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him.

After the audience had left, Dongfang Wuwei quietly slipped away from the Dongfang Clan’s ruins under cover of night, then took out his phone and sent several messages.

The cultivators present were certainly not all those within the royal palace, but Bai Tianxing had already seen two at the Golden Core stage.