Yan ZK

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.
In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.
Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.
At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.
Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.
Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!
Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!
"I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

Peace Order

Noble Consort Xue had always been fond of the younger Xue Shuangtao.


Seeing her act coquettishly, with charming eyes and a playful expression, she was so adorable that one wanted to hold her and caress her.


It was not that she was not already irritated, but even if she had been truly angry, she would have been appeased somewhat, and with a smile already on her face, she said, "Only you know how to talk."


Xue Shuangtao said, "Could it be that you don't like this poem, Aunt?"


Noble Consort Xue said, "How could I not like such fine verses? Such poetic talent as yours, 'Clouds think of clothing, flowers think of appearance,' wonderfully written. I just don't know whether this poem is written for me or for you?"


Teasing her, Xue Shuangtao said, "Naturally, it's written for you, Aunt."


Noble Consort Xue teased, "Then hasn't he written one for you?"


Chapter 88: What is a Divine General? Chen Country's Secret Treasure - Part 2