Volume 1, Chapter 27: Initial Suspects Identified

"Report, Commander, Units Two and Four have reached their designated positions. Awaiting further instructions." Then, another voice chimed in.

Forgive my suspicion, but you would do well to be wary of Young Master Lan; I suspect he is a descendant of "it." Even if he isn't, I find his character and motives to be quite unreliable. Even if you cannot avoid him entirely, keeping a certain distance would be for the best.

He Ningxin stared ahead, lost in thought for a moment. Recalling the Emperor’s temperament and the actions of the Grand Princess, she felt a measure of relief and turned her focus back to the Imperial Noble Consort.

I often pride myself on my medical expertise, smugly satisfied with my own skill, yet I fail to realize that human ability is limited. Is it not true that I cannot save everyone?

She calmed herself. She knew how much courage it would take to leave Yan Jue, and she lacked the power to challenge his bottom line. She would only be truly free once the day came when he grew tired of her.

In less than a minute, he was coughing up blood. In truth, what the fellow known as the Second Life did not know was that the Ancestor Hongjun had not even used his full strength.

"I don't care, I don't care! I want you to bring the girl home, I don't care, I don't care!!!" The Wolf King began to roll around on the ground.

Having unleashed their natal True Fire, the two dragons were in a bad way. Natal True Fire is the essential power of the demon race; using it once inflicts severe damage to one’s vitality. Now, these two dragon experts had failed to best Song Yun and were instead left severely weakened by him, which naturally infuriated them. Their massive bodies surged toward Song Yun.

His brows and eyes were deep, his gaze holding a faint warmth like a mist that would not disperse, gentle and kind.

I found the black-and-white human anatomy diagrams from the Esoteric School, then the demonstration charts for ancient Indian yoga, and with that, I cracked the secrets of the Great Perfection Heart Marrow Method. This nest of ants originated in ancient Tibet; no wonder they were so well-hidden. Once they reveal their true forms, I will crush them one by one—it is the only way to vent the indignation in my heart.

She changed the song at the last minute. Since it was her own track, the band was prepared, so it was not a major issue.

Lin Haitang’s home was not far. Her grandmother sat by the doorway, basking in the sunset, and greeted Sun Bailu happily when she saw her approaching.

The mercenaries who had already rushed out were completely suppressed by gunfire, pinned to the ground and unable to move. Even so, the dull reports of the guns continued to claim their lives with precision.

The Bai family’s pursuit of the Qin family made it clear to the outside world that the two families could not possibly be accomplices.

With this level of damage—sixty percent—I fear even Nie Fenghe himself would not dare guarantee a full restoration.

There were two men: one in his forties, the other younger, about twenty. Both wore black, their capes concealing their silhouettes, making it impossible to judge their combat abilities at a glance. But from the sharpness in their eyes, one could tell they were certainly not local farmers.

Yet he held a glimmer of hope. After all, Lin Zhen seemed to be a good friend of Pei En, and logically speaking, if Pei En possessed such talent, Lin Zhen should not be far behind. As a friend of a righteous man, he ought not to stand by and watch one die.

One must know that the reason Xie Yu had been sought after by artists and art lovers worldwide for so many years stemmed entirely from his impeccable skill.

However, unlike the usual night view, the streets in the inner city glimmered, as if they were rivers reflecting the setting sun.

It was only when Gu Huaian’s line, "Hypocrites have a thousand types of smiles," was sung that they finally turned their attention to his performance.

Li Yang also enjoyed a state-level treatment—not a lavish "Manchu-Han Imperial Feast," of course, but simple dishes prepared with exquisite care.

It was a pity they had not encountered each other during the All-Nations Genius Tournament. Since they had met now, it was the perfect time for a battle to decide who was superior.

A small number of Chinese citizens had already surrounded them, gesturing and spitting as they spoke, nearly drowning the group of young foreigners.

With Mu Ling’s strength, crushing Li Batian and his cohorts would be effortless. If Li Batian would not let her leave, she could just as well borrow Dongfang Ziqing’s blade to do the job and win a favor in the process—why not?

This weapon was a firearm Wang Ze had begun to ponder after producing large quantities of black powder. Unfortunately, as Wang Ze was a military layman, he could only offer theoretical guidance. Currently, the firearms manufactured by the Xia Kingdom’s machines could only reach about thirty paces, and their power beyond twenty paces was quite disappointing.

Once Lei Yu’s practical combat training could no longer yield breakthroughs, his current phase of cultivation came to a temporary end.

In the April of Wanshui, snowflakes drifted down once again! While places further south like Zhenhai were welcoming a warm spring, the upper reaches of the Wanshui remained a world of ice and snow.

How amusing. Seeing Zheng Shuang acting like a startled rabbit, unable to even withstand a single look from him, Li Yang was immediately delighted. Hmph, that’ll teach you to stir up trouble for no reason—trapped by your own scheme, weren't you?

Fu Yan was clearly prepared. He walked to a booth marked with the Visa and Global UnionPay logos, spoke in fluent English to a foreigner in a suit, and handed over his bank card. In less than a minute, Fu Yan had two more bank cards in his hand.

Xiao Daoya said coldly, his right hand suddenly sweeping downward. The giant axe above his head flashed like lightning toward Qin Mengyao.

Yet, during these seven years of seclusion, Zhuang Jian discovered that the most grueling moments were those filled with deep longing. Those thin, lingering threads of time were the most wondrous expression of the power of time itself.

Xuan Qing offered a cold laugh at the group's attitude. How could he not know the intentions of the Elder Council? They were respectful on the surface, but the moment he issued the mobilization order, the various elders had already begun preparing to vie for the throne of the God King.

In the heart of the mountain, in those places filled with mud and sand where no sunlight ever reached, there lay patches of red crystals that differed from the surrounding rock. Although these crystals lacked luster, had rough surfaces, and were irregularly shaped, they radiated a heavy, dense aura.

"Yes, but she won't give me the chance! Never mind, everyone get some sleep! We have a mission tomorrow!" Zuo Lun said.

Faced with such an enemy, Marshal Ma Huaiyi, commander of the Liangzhou Iron Cavalry, was determined to eliminate the Hunting Tooth Wolves at any cost. He proposed a strategy of luring the enemy deep into a trap to annihilate them in one fell swoop. This time, based on the guerrilla tactics of the Hunting Tooth Wolves, he suggested using himself as bait to stage an ambush in the valley.