Chapter 24

Seeing Gu Kui about to strike, Hu Qingling’s expression remained unchanged, as cold as thousand-year ice. She did not stop, her bare feet continuing to carry her toward Gu Fang, while her nine celestial tails swayed behind her.

Yang Ming, seeing Ruan Tingting extinguish his lamp, looked at her with amusement and communicated silently through lip-syncing.

"If you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll burn your flower boat. Look closely—has he been here?" The man grabbed a servant, warned the madam of the house, and asked.

"If Master Zhang does not return tonight, it means Yin Chunhua did not steal the spirit core as I expected. In that case, I will force her to help you," Mi Tu said with a smile.

"Enough!" Cheng Yu could finally bear it no longer; he thrust his arms out and roared. Hearing this, the bear and the leopard turned their heads in unison to look at him.

"Let my Hunyuan Umbrella capture you!" Mo Lihai was being pressed by Leng Sandao and could not attend to anything else, so Mo Hong took the opportunity to channel his true energy, leaped into mid-air, and raised his hand to unfurl the umbrella.

"Hand over the goods, and you’ll be fine. The wind and snow are raging here, and there isn't a soul in sight. If I kill you both and toss your bodies into the mountain ravine, who would find you? Who would even care whether you live or die?" The leader held a gun, aiming it directly at the young and old swordsmen.

Every year, they engaged in a life-or-death struggle, a fight that was essentially a desperate gamble. But no one expected that they would encounter each other in the qualifying rounds this year.

This time, having learned his lesson, Lin Yun stopped trying to counter the ghost palms; he dodged when he could, and when he couldn't, he let them strike him.

Emerging from the world, Tang Song let out a sigh of relief upon not seeing the dung beetle. With the cycle of day and night now established, his strength had risen to level 150. The improvements brought by the evolution of the world were truly different; jumping dozens of levels at once was incredibly satisfying.

"Ye Chen, put this away and never bring it out again," Ye Lingyuan instructed as they walked out of the palace.

Ye Lingyuan suddenly found her actions familiar, as a certain fox in the past had been particularly fond of doing the same thing.

"Are you even my child? How did you become so spineless after that falling out with the Gu family?"

Liang Xiu lowered her head, saying nothing more. She knew that another person associated with her had met with disaster, which only further proved that her cursed existence was an absolute certainty.

Lin Lin and the others were truly astonished; they had not expected this person to be an alchemist as well. Those pills appeared to be of decent quality, at least sixth-grade, yet he was handing them out by the handful.

"I just thought you were too tired, that’s why I didn't call you. Can’t you forgive me?" Ji Wan said, feeling aggrieved.

"No, that’s plenty, thank you!" Xiao Liang felt his scalp tingle, his sense of reality shattered. If Elder Ge hadn't been present, who would have believed that third-grade healing pills were being given away for free?

Only Mu Yan frowned slightly, her fingers tapping gently in the void as she calculated the positions of Ya Yun, Qu Guangquan, and the others, as well as the music they were playing.

After finishing the call, Xiao Wan’s yawns came one after another, and she was quickly urged upstairs by Wei Shuguo to rest.

Chen Haoran had entered the Dao through martial arts, and his physical body was the top priority. As countless medicinal meals were brought in, he devoured them ravenously. Once the nourishment entered his body, he immediately channeled the Six Gods Art to refine it, transforming it into wisps of energy that surged into his body, permeating every cell.

The New 30th Division had no choice but to continue their all-out assault until they had completely annihilated the remnants of the Japanese army on the opposite bank, only then reaching the bridge.

With a wave of his hand, Chen Weiyan prepared to lead the dozen soldiers he had brought to forcibly break into the Special Service Battalion.

She did not know how long she had been walking, nor could she feel her legs anymore. Just as she thought she would never reach the end, beams of sunlight shone in from not far ahead.

Ma Liliang cast an annoyed glance at Ling Zhengdao, clearly displeased at being interrupted. However, since he was there to explain the situation as a primary witness, he said nothing more.

He had said all that needed to be said; as for what choice to make, that was Qin Hao's business, and he would not force him.

As the voice fell, a figure landed before Qin Hao and his two companions, a look of profound confusion and bewilderment on his face.

A high-end sports car came racing around the corner of the street, screeching to a halt to the right of Chen Haoran and Liu Xin.

Elder Han could not help but sigh. East Tomb City held a significant place in his heart; the future hopes of Traditional Chinese Medicine were all living on this land.

A surge of intense anger welled up in Cai Chao’s eyes. For so many years, no one had dared to call him a fool to his face, yet today he had been insulted by a mere Lo-Immortal in front of so many people. How could he endure this?

Others were original city residents or even old Kempston City folk who felt the special zone policies were just handouts. They claimed land plots speculatively without ever bothering to cultivate them properly.

Moreover, the soldiers on the city walls were clearly slacking off, showing no enthusiasm for the battle. Even with the supervising squads watching, they could not be spurred to fight bravely forward.

What kind of post was the Minister of the Guards? It meant leading the guards to protect the interior of the palace—in plain terms, it was the final line of defense in the Emperor's personal security system.

The shortage of grain and fodder left the soldiers famished, their exhausted bodies no longer able to sustain the fight, and the morale of the troops was in turmoil.

Princess Yinzhu stared blankly at the flames filling the room. The exits at the windows and doors were blocked by fire, and her ears were filled with the screams of her own people.

Having said this, Ying Zhao paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the disciples of the noble families present, a hint of mockery faintly visible in his expression.