Volume 1, Chapter 27: I Refuse to Accept This!

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Such news, once spread, would undoubtedly elevate the prestige of the Dark Knight Guild. Yet, faced with this sudden turn of events, the Morning Sun Guild lacked the wit and decisive courage to respond appropriately.
At this moment, Buzz seemed to understand what Li Jiang was searching for: the Nine-Star Heavenly Formation required children as conduits, and their ages had to be between ten and fifteen.
In truth, Xiao Yunfei also knew well that after the previous confrontations, there was no chance of reconciliation with the three Senior Elders; the only path left was to fight to the very end.
Liu Xinghao recognized this overseer as a young guard who had recently arrived at the Third Detention Area, barely in his early twenties, fresh out of the police academy. Unbeknownst to anyone, this was his first field assignment—and it became his last amidst these desolate mountains.
“Ouyang Luo. Enough. I’m tired,” Xia Youyi murmured, pressing against Ouyang Luo’s chest in resistance.
The elderly woman’s eyes were weak; leaning on a cane carved from a dead tree and supported by Han Ya, she said, “Our family is poor; there’s little to offer you both. Please don’t disdain us mere orphans and widows.” Long Luo replied, “Madam, it is we who have intruded upon you. How could we ever disdain you?”
At that moment, an overwhelming, righteous energy surged forth, immense and unyielding, filling the space between heaven and earth, just as a man leapt down from the mountain ridge wielding a Wind-Cleaving Blade.
Zhang Teng’s expression was one of utter shock when Xia Jian spoke of the collapse of the Chuangye Group. It was Xia Jian who had once provided both him and Zhao Longlong with a livelihood—of course, relying on the Chuangye Group.
After a look of doubt and suspicion, Elder Liu’s face went through a rich array of emotions: suspicion, panic, disbelief.
With the situation so dire, there was no time for self-pity or blaming Qin Mo and Ding Ding; everyone fought the rebels with reckless abandon. They set aside their grievances to join the fray—killing more rebels was their form of vengeance.
As for the higher-level skills, those would have to be assessed once their effects were clear, but the price of skills like Berserk would never go down.
The doctors had warned from the start—they could not guarantee that surgery would definitely heal the leg, only that it was a possibility.
Liang Xinming, seeing his resolute expression, felt his curiosity piqued but unfulfilled, which left him quite uneasy.
They first inquired about the location of the carriage station, rented a carriage there, and immediately left the city, heading southeast. Inside the carriage, Su Molin leaned against the wall, fully alert, eyes discreetly surveying outside as her hand rested on her chest, deep in thought.

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Because Lin Qian retained memories from a previous life, many things had already been told before, so he was well aware of their functions and immediately ordered the battlefield to be cleared.
The reason he spoke at length was also to advertise: consuming enough Chaos Pills could truly transform one into a Chaos Demon God. If one lacked the ancestral trait, then just eat more—eventually, it could be achieved.
Wei Qiutong followed the direction Su Kui pointed to, her face darkening instantly. She held back her anger with great effort, barely restraining herself from an outburst.
Unfortunately, to their disappointment, Saer was extremely cautious; everything in the room was top-notch, offering them no opportunity.
Perhaps the elderly woman, like Mrs. Jiang, was an actress. No, not an actress—Mrs. Jiang didn’t act; she was simply her true self. For some reason, Mrs. Jiang gave Liang Xinming the impression of unwavering self-righteousness. Could the elderly woman also believe that eliminating Lin Xin’er for Wang Heng’s future was justified?
Ma Xiaoqian, standing on the outer perimeter, couldn’t hear clearly what Wang Ziqiang said, but seeing the bandits cheering, he knew Wang Ziqiang’s uprising had succeeded this time.
“He’s just hyping things up. The goal is to let all of China know that Dongchuan has a formidable security company, so its prospects will be brighter, right?” Faced with Ning Yu’s skeptical tone, Xu Xiaohong remained unperturbed.
Given her sister’s cleverness, once her master nagged, she would surely suspect her of meddling inside.
Perhaps in my eyes, he took a wrong path, but from his perspective, it was another path entirely. No wonder his transformation was so drastic—before, he had the stance of never leaving the Buddhist Tower, yet in the blink of an eye, he no longer wished to depart.
Lu Yue felt a lingering fear; this incident triggered a series of dangers afterward. She never dared to talk seriously with Gu Lingze, but fortunately, her sister seemed to realize something, and later, she never misused her eyes again.
After the voice in his mind finally fell silent, Xie Xuan stared blankly at the ceiling above, where much plaster had fallen, his wide eyes lost in thought.
Seeing the scene before him, Li Sen did not immediately draw his sword to assist; instead, he stood coldly to the side, watching the port commanders like Chida with a steely gaze.
“My ID and rental contract are both at the company…” she shook her head, her hesitant expression clearly feigning dismissal.
The next day at noon, sunlight streamed diagonally through the open window into Hualin’s boudoir, casting a patch of warm light before the bed.

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Ma Xiaoqian’s intention was the same: although he was a Fourth Rank Jin Yi Wei officer, it was better to remain low-key outside.
This greatly irritated Wei Kaiyan, who rarely smashed his wine cup, even gouging a hole in the stone floor.
Wei Kaiyan laughed heartily, his laughter echoing through the hall long and loud, as if he already envisioned unifying the world.
Xiu Qiyuan cursed softly, for arrogance in officialdom was the greatest taboo, especially when one lacked power and influence; arrogance was tantamount to courting death.
“I told Zhen Jiangchun a secret,” Zhu Fengdi said, pulling Mei Yaoxue from behind, inching gradually between two beds to keep equal distance from the two Jiangchuns.
Prince Heng’s face showed some embarrassment, so he shot a cold glance at Feng Qinglai to defuse the tension, but Feng Qinglai merely stared straight ahead, ignoring his look.
Yang Shao first tensed, but when Zhou Chen merely tossed him a package, he caught it casually.
In the TV drama, it was because of Gu Qianfan that they survived in Tokyo City and drove away Ouyang Xu.
In this power struggle, Yulu, relying on her keen insight into court affairs and a powerful intelligence network, kept the Zhenbei Marquis’s residence neutral over these years, avoiding alignment with any faction.
After finalizing the plan, he packed up his things, added more firewood to the flames, and slipped into the tent to exhale deeply and meditate.