Chapter 131: Zhen Zhier is Defeated and Commits Suicide; Li Shimin is Filled with Remorse and Loss

Inside the grand encampment.

A man named Fu Zihou, along with a sudden, torrential downpour, disrupted all of Zhen Di'er's strategic plans.

Faced with the prolonged absence of any news regarding that Sui dynasty cavalry unit, Zhen Di'er felt as though a sharp sword was hanging unseen somewhere nearby, robbing him of his peace and sleep.

Right now, however, Zhen Di'er could no longer spare a thought for the whereabouts of the Sui cavalry. According to reports from the north, the torrential rain had washed out and blocked a gorge pass leading to Shanggu Commandery, forming a natural river dam.

"Cut the crap and take me to see her!" Lin Tian could not be bothered to listen to any more of Tian Yuan's nonsense, speaking directly.

"What is there to be afraid of? They're just a bunch of cops! I haven't killed anyone, nor have I robbed anyone; even special forces wouldn't scare me!" Sakata Junsei said sternly. He had not expected that these police officers had come to arrest him because he had sent men to poison Aida Takeshi in an attempt to seize Aida's assets.

Therefore, this elite squad of Fighting Gods and Dao Gods, entirely composed of Heaven-God-stage cultivators, had to be dealt with by the Dark Cloud Squadron itself. Across the entire battlefield, although the insurgent army held the offensive, they failed to gain the upper hand. The situation was tense everywhere, and reinforcements were urgently needed everywhere.

Clearly, Duan Yu's words had struck home. For people who traded their lives for money, nothing was more persuasive than talking in silver taels.

At that moment, she finally understood the purpose behind Shen Yan bringing her here—he wanted to help her completely rid herself of the shadows lingering in her heart. Never speaking of a matter was by no means the most perfect solution. True release came when, even if someone suddenly brought up a certain event one day, you could smile faintly, feeling that it all no longer mattered.

Indeed, the more Duan Qingming appeared beautiful and noble in her eyes, the more sour and unsettled Duan Yulan felt inside.

"Then I must trouble Master Jian!" Tian Xingzi and the others slightly bowed to Jian Wuxin before stepping out of the Shengxuan Hall.

"Boom!" With a roar of artillery, a shell soared through the air and exploded amidst Moluo Yina's elephant cavalry.

Hearing this, every hair on my body stood on end. Damn it, could Song Zhaoqi have come here? What is he doing here? Could it be he's also after the Ghost King's Tomb?

The Ji family's unique Profound Ice Arrow shattered amidst the rippling silver light, transforming into tiny, glistening specks that drifted across the ink-colored river, as dreamy and illusory as a mirage.

Once this meal was finished, both sect masters and Venerable Hongyi would embark on their journeys to leave tomorrow. As leaders of their respective sects, they had already been delayed here for a week, and Ye Ting knew it was inappropriate to ask them to stay any longer.

"Those with self-awareness, leave now. The path ahead is not one you can traverse. If you insist on going forward, the only outcome will be plunging yourselves into the endless Nether River." The old woman cast a faint glance at those cultivators who had just lost their wits.

One could tell simply by looking at the master of that寮 (liao) in Yanfu City and that starry sovereign within the Qionghua Palace: how could any monarch lack a heart eager for battle?

Wan Qi walked while inspecting the jadeite boulders on the ground. Since the wager was based on the ultimate total value, Ji Zihe's three pieces of rough stone could not simply be trash. The best one she had seen so far was merely bean-green jadeite. Bringing such material to a gamble meant certain defeat.

Much like at banquets and drinking parties, once the ice was broken, people would inevitably step forward in turn to offer toasts.

Even if Zhao Ningxu were not to become the Crown Princess in the future, with the status of a secondary consort, she could at least secure a position among the Four Consorts. Now, all those calculations had been ruined by Mu Qinghan; how could Prince Yu not be furious?

"General, the reason we risked the penalty of execution to enter the capital is to support the Ninth Prince in becoming the Prince Regent and the Crown Prince," Qiu Mingshan corrected.

Zhao Xi immensely enjoyed the way Song Jing clung to him, endearingly sweet and charming, her two eyes curved into crescent moons and shining dazzlingly, resembling glittering stars.

In this region, there were mountains to both the north and the south, but the central plain was the widest expanse of the eight-hundred-li Qinchuan, belonging to the Wei River alluvial plain. Its greatest resource was the Weibei coalfield belt, known as the "Black Belt," boasting astonishing reserves.