Volume 1, Chapter 52: Leaving the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains

Frowning, Leng Bao ordered his main force to fall back and form a defensive formation, while simultaneously dispatching messengers to request reinforcements from Lü Chang, the general of the rear army.

After Wu Tianyi swatted away the five mysterious bees, Wu Yuezhen manipulated three magical treasures to launch an attack against him. Unfortunately, the gap in their cultivation levels was simply too vast. Although the magical treasures possessed some might, they merely managed to break a bit of Wu Tianyi's skin. In return, Wu Yuezhen was struck in the arm by one of Wu Tianyi's crimson lightning bolts, leaving the limb charred and faintly exuding the scent of roasted flesh.

The two walked forward for about another three miles when He Wu suddenly raised a hand and crouched down. He then reached out and brushed across a layer of thin snow. Once the light snow was swept away, a large, deeply compressed footprint could be seen in the frozen earth underneath.

Having done all this, he finally let out a long breath of relief. Within the span of just a few breaths, noises echoed from outside. He Wu glanced at Liu Zhu, who immediately closed her eyes. He Wu then grabbed some liquor and splashed it over his body and face before lying flat on the ground, panting heavily.

On his way to pay respects at the Spirit Domain Sect, He Wu had heard a popular saying in this Floating Tu Realm: To visit a mountain gate, seek the Spirit Domain; to trade treasures, look for Shumei.

At this moment, if Sun Quan still had any sense, he undoubtedly would have tried to argue his case. However, now left with only his upper teeth clattering against his lower teeth, how could he possibly hear any other sounds?

A whirlwind condensed anew before Zheng Hai, and then this single whirlwind split into two, two into four, four into sixteen... Continuing this rapid transformation, in the blink of an eye, the entire space was filled with dense blades of wind. Meanwhile, in front of Chi Yu, there was nothing besides that layer of water screen, and even her umbrella remained high in the air, solely dedicated to bringing down the rain.

Since its inception, the Nationalist People's Party armed forces had established only a limited domestic and international intelligence network utilizing the Huamei Corporation system, and had never deliberately sought to develop intelligence personnel capable of accessing higher-level circles. While this was partly due to the difficulty of cultivating high-level intelligence operatives, it was primarily tied to the policies pursued by the Nationalist People's Party.

Angel had long since grown accustomed to speaking in half-truths and falsehoods, weaving reality and illusion so tightly together that unless one were the roundworms in her belly, no one could tell for a moment which words were actually true.

The Yazi—transformed from the golden leopard—bared its bloody, gaping maw at the dozen or so "vines," biting down to clamp onto the incoming assailants. At the same time, Wubing, riding atop its back, brandished dual ice daggers, hacking away at the vines.

"Come on, Hu Fei! You know our methods. You'd better just cooperate and choose your own path." Huo Jingran was not feeling soft-hearted; he simply had no stomach to strike the final blow.

Leaving versus staying safe—on this scale, without even needing to think, it was abundantly clear which side the balance tipped toward.

"The tune Concubine Li used to tune her zither earlier truly gave this prince a refreshing experience," Xuanyuan Yi said softly as he turned around.

"It's nothing. Come back with Fatty after school today, okay? Mother is going to town and will be back a bit late." If things were really as she suspected, could it be Bingbing?

Though his words sounded pleasant and preserved everyone's dignity, the moment Tang Haiwei turned around, he pulled a dark blue handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the hand that Deng Hanhuai had just shaken.

Led by a disciple, Liu Ruoyu arrived at the grand hall. Facing Zhang傲天 (Zhang Aotian), she showed not a trace of nervousness, bearing the situation with utter composure.

Yelü Yan entered the room with a beaming smile. They had traveled all the way from the west to the east, stopping in every city for a period of time because of Fanghua's illness. Fortunately, during this process, Fanghua's health had recovered somewhat. And it was precisely because she had regained consciousness that this particular place had been chosen by Hua'er herself.

The rotting royal staff crashed heavily against Xuanyuan Yiyan's stomach. Without employing any offensive techniques whatsoever, the blow sent Xuanyuan Yiyan flying backward.

"Where are you heading?" Just as Fanghua's words trailed off, an urgent inquiry came from behind them. Both turned around simultaneously to see Murong Yan—no, Chunyu Yan—walking toward them. Recognizing the newcomer, Fanghua's face lit up with joy as she quickly sprang to her feet and ran over.

Retaining that same weary expression, it failed to conceal an even more radiant heroic spirit. The dark stubble on his jaw remained prominent, yet it only served to accentuate his masculine charm.

Upon leaving Fuyi Bay, Jian Rui called the company to ask for leave, then headed straight back to the Jian family estate.

It was glaringly obvious that Jiang Chengce's abrupt and unannounced appearance had injected infinite vitality into what had previously been a stagnant pool in Lin Yi's life. It was not hard to notice that Lin Yi had long since fantasized herself as Cinderella, while Jiang Chengce was undeniably her prince charming.

Sweating profusely, Jiang Chengce ran like mad, covering seven city blocks in less than a quarter of an hour—twice narrowly avoiding collisions with speeding electric scooters.

Ning Hua's single sentence struck her like a thunderbolt. She had exhausted every ounce of her strength trying to accept this man, yet in his eyes, she was viewed in such a manner?

With a creak, Chen Rong heavily pushed open the bedchamber door, and with a swift flick of her sleeve, she deftly shook off Old Woman Ping's grasp.

How much time had passed she did not know. As she continued listening intently, the corners of her mouth suddenly curved upward into a smile.

Seeing Hattori Chiyuki in this state, several team members who had sustained severe injuries in earlier matches successively swallowed medicinal pills. Moments later, all of them sprang back to their feet, completely recovered and as good as new.

"Didn't you often criticize me, calling me a playboy with no sense of moral integrity?" As he spoke, his alluring, thin lips brushed against her ear, intentionally or not.

Her posture was so graceful that even He Qingfan was momentarily dazed. With her full breasts and rounded hips, her lowered body formed a uniquely striking aesthetic. The scene was so breathtaking that He Qingfan could not bear to look away.

Yesterday, Beishan had given him two spiritual stones. He had taken advantage of a quiet moment to test them out, and while they had some effect, the results were marginal.

Liang Ronghe looked at the vehicle before him. It was indeed larger than an ordinary van, but by now, it was covered in scratches and completely battered.

Things having reached this juncture, the four of them—Yanxu, Mingxuan, Donghuang Chu, and the Duo Luo Saint Buddha—could no longer remain silent.

If these indigenous people had intended to detain him by force, Qin耀祖 (Qin Yaozu) could easily have retaliated. However, they chose instead to lower their posture and resort to near-supplicating pleas.