37 Mutually Beneficial Cooperation

Sophie naturally had no objections. Unfazed, she steadied her emotions and stepped into the carriage. She opened the two storage lockers inside and retrieved various items, including soft armor and a crossbow. Holding the crossbow, she skillfully cocked it with a ratchet, loaded a bolt, and lay down on her side in the corner.

The head of the Hong Kong Feng Shui Association believes that many people today who conflate "Feng Shui" with superstition are merely being childish, ignorant, and narrow-minded.

Sun Quan nodded, then sighed, "I heard from Tao Lie today that Liu Jing is a thoughtful man. For every Jiangdong soldier who fell in battle, he has placed their remains in urns, labeled them with their names and origins, and even built a memorial hall for them."

Five or six days is not a long time for a cultivator. Finally, the warship flew out of the Wind-Slaying Valley. The scenery before them changed abruptly, and through their spiritual sense, they could perceive towering mountains in the distance, radiating a harmless yet immense power.

It was truly a case of the bystanders being more anxious than the person involved; Zhong Kui and his two companions were so impatient they nearly wanted to pry his mouth open and force him to spill everything he was holding back.

After spring arrived and the weather warmed, the snow on the streets gradually melted, turning the roads into a muddy mess. Prefect Yu Heng found this unsightly and organized a large group of commoners to clean the roads. He didn't pay them a single coin, though he did provide two bowls of not-too-watery porridge.

While Lu Ming was explaining his instructions, Lin Dong sat to one side, pondering the mysterious temple below.

Zhang Fei grew increasingly enraged, wishing he could pierce Pang De through with a single thrust of his spear. His spear struck out like black lightning, aiming straight at Pang De. Undaunted, Pang De parried with several slashes, his blade creating a web that locked down Zhang Fei’s offensive. The two engaged in a fierce, spinning duel.

Although Ran Qin was somewhat puzzled, she had no choice but to retreat quickly. The images on the screen were indeed photographs—not of living people, but of a family of three who had already passed away.

Yet, he possessed vast experience and his combat techniques were incredibly seasoned; one look was enough to tell he was certainly no shut-in who only practiced behind closed doors.

But just as they stepped onto the threshold, an invisible force of soul energy surged forward, forcefully repelling them back.

"Hehe, you must be Lin Mo, right? You’ve certainly made a name for yourself among this batch of new disciples. If my eyes and ears weren't sharp, how would I survive in the Xuanjie Sect?" Gu Su said with a smile.

***

Lin Qi could see clearly that this old man possessed not a trace of true energy or divine power; in particular, the meridians in his body were in an alarmingly damaged state.

This harvest of experience was well worth it. Xu Hui obtained another piece of equipment he could wear and equipped it immediately. His attributes increased by a significant margin.

The fake Hong Yi leaned back, his eyes rolling. The Hong Yi beside him looked at him mechanically, then silently turned his head away.

As for Lin Mo, they saw him as nothing more than a lone wolf, daring to be so arrogant and kill in public.

An Zhu, stripped of her clothes, let out a panicked scream and hastily covered herself with a quilt.

She shrieked and leaped to the side without a second thought. Even so, several shards of glass slashed her face, leaving blood-red wounds.

This fleet consisted of about fifty ships, all of them large vessels. In addition to the vanguard general Wu Shiyi, there were six great masters of the "Wutian Sect," all second-generation disciples: Tian Er, Tian San, Tian Si, Tian Wu, Tian Liu, and Tian Qi.

When Su Yan left Nanshan Academy, he firmly refused to take the gold leaves, banknotes, and antiques, leaving them all to Yan Yan instead. Yan Yan did not decline; having lived for three thousand years, he cared little for such trifles.

"So, have you chosen to die?" At this moment, the three men opposite him were radiating killing intent.

Zhan Qingyu would never allow it. If someone were just watching, it might be one thing, but anyone wanting to disrupt this heaven-and-earth energy would have to get past him first.

One must know that any one of these four paths, pursued to the level Ye Xingchen had reached, would qualify one as a top-tier genius.

"...Yes!" Mu Shan had not expected that what he had done at Hulao Pass the previous night would reach Wang Yue’s ears by today. He instantly felt guilty, hanging his head low and not daring to meet Wang Yue’s gaze.

***

"Lian'er, just focus on breaking the formation. Uncle will watch over you right here. No matter who tries to interfere, I will kill them," Zhang Jiu said, smiling to comfort Hei Lian'er, and secretly winked at her.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Countless crossbow bolts began to fire, spewing flames of hatred, and the soldiers of the Xuan Kingdom fell in droves.

Xu Fu’s sudden realization pulled Mu Shan out of the grief and indignation he felt upon hearing the news.

Not only that, but before the creature was knocked flying, it even managed to slash the wolf demon. *Puff!* Though the silver-armored puppet was blown away, a new wound appeared on the wolf demon’s claw.

Wu Qiu spun around with the momentum, yet still failed to see the person’s face, only managing to turn the back of his neck toward the other’s gaze once more.

"Is it really that simple?" I repeated, unable to believe that Zuo Shishi would make such an easy request—a request I would have agreed to even if she hadn't asked.

Jian Ming bowed his head slightly, a strange smile suddenly curling at the corners of his mouth, while two lines of hot tears slowly streaked down his cheeks.

In the days that followed, the old monk kept him by his side, chanting scriptures, begging for alms, and performing acts of charity. Jiang Ming Chen found it hard to imagine that such an old monk, whose power far exceeded that of a first-tier expert, would still rely on begging to survive, even offering a piece of steamed bun he had just received to a beggar on the street corner each day.

Bradley killed two angels in a row—the most powerful angels at that—and the God of Light could no longer sit still. He sent down a divine miracle to inquire about the situation with the Pope. After the Pope explained, the God of Light ordered him to seal off this realm. Upon receiving the divine decree, the Pope dared not act recklessly and immediately led his men to seal the Demon Realm.

"But! Sigh, never mind. Speak, I am listening." Regardless, it was clear that Mr. White was not in the brightest of moods.