Chapter 34

It is clear that the search radius of the Beiming clan encompasses the entire primary sphere of activity of the Long family.

Mother Wu grumbled for a while, but feeling a bit thirsty, she turned her head and noticed a line of bicycles approaching on the main road. Leading them was none other than Pockmarked Lai, the second-in-command of the detective squad.

Moreover, in terms of temperament, even though she was just standing there, she radiated an aura that stirred the hearts of men.

After three consecutive sword strikes, the remaining three puppets were defeated, leaving only twenty percent of the spiritual energy in Wentian’s spiritual source. The power of the Autumn Water Sword Technique was terrifying, but it consumed a vast amount of spiritual energy; with his current total capacity, he could execute at most five strikes before needing to meditate to recover.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of a sword ringing echoed through the maple forest—a sound conveying a sense of lawlessness, accompanied by an arrogant and solitary aura that descended upon the scene.

The opponent was but a single soldier. To demonstrate sincerity, he carried no weapons or armor, bearing only the Chu banner to signal his identity.

Although Lu Ziqin did not wish to be entangled with them, she did not speak up to stop the conversation, and thus the atmosphere in the private room remained relatively calm.

In less than a single breath, Sun Wuwu ascended from the ninth level of Yuanwu to the third level of Lingwu, and his aura grew significantly more formidable.

He pulled his cart through the village, the wheels crushing the accumulated maple leaves, creating a crisp rustling sound mingled with the fragrance of flowers and grasses.

She raised her hands to cover her ears, channeling all her spiritual energy to resist the sonic attack, yet blood still trickled from her ears.

"Heh, I'm afraid it won't be up to you by then, will it? If you truly didn't want to stay with me, why did you come back in the first place?" I continued to press her.

Madam Shen handed the invitation to Zhang Zhijie with a look of annoyance. Zhang Zhijie already knew the contents, so he glanced at it and set it aside.

At this moment, supported by the multitude of ghostly shadows, the phantom of the Imperial Seal finally transformed into a tangible, golden inkstone seal.

"Father, why have you come?" A fiery red figure rose slowly to the roof of the Chengtian Palace; it was Crown Prince Wuye, who had been absorbing the energy of the nation’s destiny.

"It’s worse than that. Once the enemy decodes our systems, they could seize control of our satellites, launch our missiles wherever they desire, and gain access to all our developed nuclear weapons and other secrets. Everything we’ve spent generations building would become a gift for them," Tang Zhi said heavily.

The Azure Prism plunged into the toxic fog. The mist churned violently, forming a massive vortex centered on the prism, which began to absorb the rolling vapors. The density of the poison thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If someone were to say now that the head of the Qian family standing before them was not a man in his early fifties, having just reached the age of destiny, but a seventy-year-old man, people would likely believe it.

"Heh, don't be anxious, take your time. As long as you follow this method, it will certainly have an effect," the old blind man comforted me.

"Are you referring to the half of the Kunlun Heavenly Palace map mentioned here?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

The officials who had submitted the memorials were stunned, and then filled with surprise. Could it be that the Emperor halted the rewards for Zhang Zhijie precisely because of their petitions?

What if I see them and don't like it? Return. Pretend I was never there, that it never happened. Forget everything that can be forgotten.

Mo Liang took a deep breath and activated the Great Immeasurable Body-Tempering Technique. His entire body seemed to ignite with invisible flames. Feeling his blood boil, he couldn't help but throw another punch toward the fist coming from the black-clad youth.

Bai Yue’an tried to dodge to the side, but there was nowhere left to go. In a split second, the photo was taken.

But upon hearing that this medicinal pill was for trade only and not for sale—and that it required secret cultivation manuals in exchange—everyone dismissed the idea.

However, with the company in such chaos, blindly expanding and poor personnel management were likely only secondary reasons. The primary cause was that Boden himself was an incurable alcoholic.

Despite the gap in energy levels, the proficiency displayed by both sides was evenly matched; neither was weaker than the other.

However, Jin Lin’s lightning wove a sufficient threat. To avoid a three-dimensional strangulation by lightning in the air, Yu Bao had no choice but to abandon the option of taking flight.

Li Yu was not surprised by this decision. Once one’s cultivation reaches his stage, there is little point in remaining in the sect to practice. Many Foundation Establishment elders choose to explore various secret realms in search of opportunities.

Just then, a number of masked ghost assassins broke into Windsor Academy. Some had already finished changing into their disguises, while others were still in the process. Some held daggers, others steel pipes and wooden clubs, and some even carried machetes and firearms.

Come to think of it, being young is truly helpless. Mo Ren and I encountered things we could not master or comprehend while possessing neither experience nor ability. The only thing that could help us was instinct. My instinct was to leave him.

As if to vent all the pain deep within her heart, Liu Ningyan no longer hid anything in front of her mother. The strength she had been forcing herself to maintain collapsed, revealing the softest part of her inner self.

Back then, was the look in her eyes and her concern for me real? If she had been scheming from the beginning, her goal must have been the fragmented scroll. If so, it would be impossible for her to have known nothing on the night the village met with disaster.

Qiao Sui lay curled on the ground, surrounded by torn clothing. Her body was covered in blue and purple bruises.

After saying this, she pushed Shangguan Hanye aside and walked straight toward her carriage.

Because of years of testing medicines, Grandpa Luo’s eyesight had grown increasingly poor. He thought that once he lost his utility, he would be discarded by Zhuo Yifan and finally gain his freedom. But instead, Zhuo Yifan shifted his focus onto his son.

"Introduce your sister! When the hell did I ask you to make introductions for me? You fat pig, do you have nothing better to do?" I stared at the fat man with a stern face, raising my hand as if to strike him.

Whether I succeed or not is crucial to me; this is a step I must take. But this story should not be too long.