Chapter 30: Bamboo Shoots

To my surprise, these are whip shoots—bamboo shoots buried deep underground. They have a sweet, delicious flavor. Most importantly, they can be eaten raw; they are crisp, sweet, and an excellent source of dietary fiber. Combined with the water celery I gathered, it makes for a balanced meal of greens and sustenance. However, because whip shoots grow underground, I need an axe to harvest them. With the tools currently at my disposal, it is quite a troublesome task. Although the obsidian dagger and axe are sharp—

The sea surged, erupting into a towering tsunami that crashed against the edge of the sword platform, turning into a colossal wave that blotted out the sky, a display of nature’s wrath.

The fat man told me that Jiang Huabin was a subordinate of Cat White, but there was no way to verify the truth of it. Even Cat White had never mentioned this name to me. Could it truly be a trap?

As I tumbled, the weight in Qing Shi’s hand suddenly vanished, replaced by a dark shadow. I realized immediately that the shadow had swapped places with the physical body. I spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly halting the progression of the Mountain-Holding Stance. This technique is a double-edged sword—a suicidal move where victory depends entirely on whose bones are tougher.

Back at the Splendid Residence, I took a shower and stood on the balcony wearing nothing but a shirt. As the breeze brushed against my face, my gaze wandered involuntarily toward the neighboring villa district. I wonder how Ouyang Zhi is doing now?

Chen Yang smiled slightly without saying a word, then set off toward the dense forest. Du Jia and the other followed closely behind, and before long, the three of them disappeared into the woods.

The true power of the Myriad Law Avatar lies in the fact that each clone possesses its own unique Great Dao technique. At this moment, the two clones manifested by Meng Qiangwei—one azure blue, the other blood-red—embodied the Path of the Soaring Swallow and Dragon Dance and the Path of the Heavenly Ghost Shadow, respectively.

I rubbed my head in thought, and suddenly, I remembered Ouyang Zhi’s mother, Madam Ouyang. Everyone in the outside world called her Madam Ouyang, yet few ever mentioned her given name. However, I had seen it in the files of Karen Group’s senior executives that I had reviewed.

Qu Wanyi had said so much, but to summarize: the assessments at the Ming Emperor Academy were either about catching low-level spirit beasts or searching for medicinal herbs—what else could they possibly be?

But our "cornered beast" struggle lacked an opponent; despite the crowd gathered at the scene, not a single person was willing to step forward and engage us.

This is still a viable strategy; at the very least, it will force those Holin pursuers to take a detour when they catch up.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" Lu Liqiang looked Li Zhihong up and down, his face full of bewilderment, as if he had never seen him before.

"This guy, he’s crushing my confidence again. Even if I wanted to pursue him, the pressure would be too great," Lin Sijia muttered. If only she had made a move sooner.

There is a saying: When I care about you, you are my entire world; when I stop caring, you are nothing at all.

I accepted Kabada’s surrender. After all, since the other party had already bowed their head, what else could I do? Kabada’s submission signaled the capitulation of the White House. From now on, which country in this world would dare to stand against me? After all, no one could be certain whether I possessed even more formidable weapons.

They had endured great joy and profound sorrow. Initially, they thought Qian Xing was dead and had prepared to launch another expedition. Their previous attempt had only involved a detachment sent to Earth as a probe, but this time, they were launching a full-scale invasion, driven by their greed for the ancient heritage there—they were the type to seek vengeance for the slightest grievance.

She kept repeating in her heart, "It can't be, it's impossible." Their relationship had always been harmonious; since they had fallen in love, they had never spent more than a single day out of each other’s sight.

On the other side, Ji Weiwei and Liao Jingxin had already arrived at the airport. After Ji Weiwei’s repeated entreaties, Liao Jingxin finally brought the child out so that Ji Weiwei could take a look.

Watching Sarah’s complex expression, Hu Ye could somewhat understand her thoughts. After all, John was Sarah’s son, but he had been corrupted by Skynet, effectively making him no different from the dead. From that perspective, the John before her was the murderer of her son, and naturally, she would not let him off easily.