27 Twenty-Seven Whales

Miyuki Nakajima, who was not usually afraid of thunder, was startled by the sudden noise and clung to Wang Zijun’s arm, refusing to let go.

"Strange, they don't even want money," Xiang Qi thought, puzzled. These werewolves were joining his forces for free; previously, the creatures he encountered would always demand gold coins or energy crystals, in varying amounts. Since they were delivering themselves to his doorstep for free, why wouldn't he accept?

However, he knew it was unrealistic to expect the wind to stop; in Yangshuo, during this season, the wind was always fierce.

"Then we shouldn't trade for grain within the city. Once the garrison begins to resort to cannibalism, the soldiers and civilians will naturally become estranged," Luo Rucai raised this point again. This gave Xu Ping a massive headache, as almost no one within the rebel camp supported his actions.

Some were already exclaiming that Wang Zijun was the richest man in the world. If someone wealthier than the richest man in America wasn't the world's richest man, then who was?

Mo Wantian felt a surge of longing. To have such a beautiful woman by his side, what more could one ask for? He truly wished to hold her and cherish this moment, but they were still trapped in Daxing City, and the fate of the Yunzhou cultivators remained unknown. It was hardly the time for romantic indulgence.

Yet, Grand Secretary Zhou did not object; he agreed. Chen Yan cursed Zhou Yanru in his heart once more: "What a coward, a spineless coward! How could you agree to such an absurd decision?"

For a moment, everyone could not help but look up, many even becoming intoxicated by the dazzling scene depicted in the painting.

Among the more than a hundred singers performing at the venue, there were many like Cui Jian—talented but lacking fame. They were struggling to find a way to record their songs and earn a living.

As for the others, they were mere cannon fodder. Never mind anyone else, even Nami in her current state could easily knock them down.

"Call me husband first and let me hear it!" Jun Molin continued to act smug, taking advantage of the fact that she needed his help to do as she pleased.

"Don't! Don't! I have no ill intentions! Truly, none! Please believe me!" the intruder stammered, drenched in cold sweat, shouting in terror.

Suddenly, the entire cavern erupted into a frenzy. It had been quiet just a moment ago, but now it was bustling with activity. Chen Cheng felt very uncomfortable. Moreover, these demons who had suddenly sprung forth were all shouting at the top of their lungs; although they seemed excited, Chen Cheng could not understand a single word they were saying.

Lin Chi stopped him as expected, peered out the doorway for a while, and seeing no one, closed the door.

Most importantly, all materials for the interior decoration had to meet Yue Yi's requirements.

With a single point of his finger, the power of a True Immortal surged within him, condensing into an incredibly potent force of immortality at his fingertip.

He had obtained a treasure, yet he had treated her like a repulsive, clingy plaster. Seeing Tada now, to be honest, unsettled him.

A triumphant smile curled across the beautiful face reflected in the mirror, her eyes filled with malice. "I won't let you live so easily, though."

Jun Ziyu also looked back. The moment he saw Lin Yang, he felt a blockage in his heart; he didn't know why, but seeing him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Upon entering the city, it was certainly not as desolate as the outskirts; it immediately became bustling. The streets were crowded with people flowing in an endless stream, wearing a variety of ancient costumes, even more diverse than an ancient costume exhibition held in Shanghai some years ago.

Wang Tian gritted his teeth, his voice chilling as he enunciated every word. A touch of madness began to mingle in his eyes. He gripped the stone coffin tightly, not bothering to stop the bleeding, letting it flow. In just a moment, both of Wang Tian’s palms were stained bright red.

In an instant, two impregnable barriers appeared, but they failed to withstand Elder Sun’s charge; upon contact, they shattered with a roar.

Seeing this, Xi Xing and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping away the dense beads of sweat from their foreheads. They knew that within the Yanfeng Divine Martial Hall, protected by the grand formation, one would generally not suffer fatal injuries as long as the attacks did not reach the Earth Saint Realm.

After listening to Cang Hong, Li Xu felt it made some sense. Even if it didn't, he might as well treat a dead horse as if it were still alive; there was nothing to lose.

I was speechless after hearing the "idiots" of the formations, alchemy, and artifacts. I turned my gaze to my grandfather, hoping he would offer some advice.

After the instructor arrived and observed the entire third platoon dressed in neat camouflage, he nodded secretly. He explained the procedures for using the stools—the commands for taking them, placing them, and sitting—demonstrated it on the spot, and then had the members of the third platoon try it themselves.

The plot was roughly like that—very cliché, but I liked it myself, though I would never be able to complete it perfectly.

If one were at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, taking a Gathering Origin Pill would be troublesome, while a Returning Pill suffered from some loss of medicinal potency; to recover from a low state to full, it would require six to eight Returning Pills.

Ling Qian nodded, inwardly praising the strength of the Three Heavenly Kings. Since even a figure like Meng Huzhi admitted defeat, it went without saying for Ling Qian himself. However, if they were defeated yet still challenged to a battle, it proved that the fight would rely on the collective strength of the entire legion. But then again, wasn't that just bullying with numbers?

The Beast King moved with all its might, and the powerful experts with sharp eyes were terrified! The Beast King's speed had surpassed that of heavenly lightning! At the very moment it moved, a bolt of lightning struck, yet the lightning only hit the beast after its black-energy-covered claws had already slammed into the city’s defensive formation.

Everyone wore a solemn expression, especially Zixia and Qingsue, whose bodies were trembling slightly.

To the nobles of the Red Cedar Kingdom, the import tax rates set by Caesar were far too low. Many opposed it at the time, but Caesar ignored them and announced a policy to crack down on smugglers.

In Boss Tang's impression, Bian Rou'er was just like her name—soft as water. She spoke in whispers, and no matter what he said or did, she never contradicted him.

"This... without the master's permission..." Liu Qiao muttered, her gaze turning toward me, while I was slowly savoring the clear tea in my hand.

Old Master Xu said, "It seems Shui Feng has taken a liking to this child. I wonder what happened to make him this way. Sigh!" The old man had originally intended to train Xu Yang to pass the family to him, but now it seemed somewhat unsuitable.

Shao Li was about to reply when he suddenly heard someone calling him in the courtyard; the voice belonged to a stranger.

Carrying his parcel, Jie Chen put away the remaining dry rations and went to a pharmacy to buy some cold-protection ointment and bruise medication. Then he went to a shop and looked at the various types of shoes inside.