Chapter 101

Li Manmiao feared that Song Zhijin might abandon them and flee alone. Now, having seemingly formed an alliance with Zhao Luan’er, no matter how Song Zhijin tried to explain, they refused to let her leave.

Han Luo returned to her room after seven days away, taking a deep breath as the experiences of the past week echoed in her chest. Pursuing martial arts might not be any worse than focusing solely on academics. Didn’t Uncle from Xuan Kingdom also know high-ranking officials and professors, engaging in lofty scholarly discussions?

This was a rare type of magic system, one that used the "soul" rather than magical spirits as its primary medium. Truly an extraordinary and unique magical discipline.

"What exactly do you want to say? Just speak plainly," Madame Sun said coldly, glancing at Master Gu.

But Jie Bowen merely sneered. Our commotion had finally roused Mang Xingyun from his deep, inscrutable contemplation. He immediately drew his sword and charged. Without opening his eyes, Jie Bowen flung Zhu Haisheng toward the tip of Mang Xingyun’s blade.

Yet such a voice was also deeply reassuring—devoid of any sharpness, it did not provoke defensive walls in the heart.

No matter how sternly Patriarch Xiahou scolded, the young master Duobao’s face remained lazily indifferent, as if utterly unconcerned.

I felt certain that the fat man’s blow had lodged deep in my bones, causing me to tremble with pain, fiery and fierce. I stretched my neck to cry out, but no sound came. I could only clench my fists, tense my whole body, bite my teeth, and endure.

He appointed Li Ming, Li Guang, Li Zhuang, and Li Shan as captains of Infantry Company One and Two, and Cavalry Company One and Two respectively. Each commanded over two hundred men under Li Xiguang’s leadership.

Once Xie Xi confirmed it was Qin Nuannuan—only her hands could be so skillful, fingertips dancing gracefully to such a degree.

Another round of concentrated sniper fire rained down, interspersed with flashes of blades and swords from the rogue ability users blocking the road.

Lei Jian had traveled over ten miles when he heard the sound of hoofbeats from a forked path. Hastily, he concealed himself within the trees.

Upon seeing the postcard, Qian Yu felt a slight stirring in her heart but said nothing, letting Huiyuan glance at it before tossing it onto the table.

At the sight of that figure, Wang Hao’s heart pounded wildly. Even after fusing to reach the late stage of the Great Dao Golden Immortal, he felt no urge to resist, only a sudden impulse to submit.

Recalling that dream, Huiyuan was still shaken. Just as he intended to wake the doctor and send him back to rest, his eyes suddenly widened, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.

"It’s best not to go. If you can endure it, hold on a little longer. This place seems calm on the surface but is extremely dangerous. It’s already night; no one knows what might lurk over there!" Abao hurriedly warned the two, advising them to stay cautious within the dense forest.

The sole cavalry unit of the First Regiment surged out from Iron Camel Mountain, splitting into five detachments to launch swift strikes against their targets. The First Regiment was about to unleash a thunderous operation.

Yet his hopes were dashed. As he struggled to break free from the earth tide, he suddenly felt a tremendous force strike him, hurling him violently into the soil.

Meng Fan closed his eyes to meditate, pondering how to establish rules. After much thought, he found it impractical. These men were used to acting freely; enforcing strict military discipline might backfire and lose their loyalty. Unable to resolve the matter, Meng Fan stopped thinking and decided to assess the situation and adapt accordingly.

That afternoon marked the opening ceremony of the year-end Grand Tournament, featuring songs, dances, and performances by enthusiasts, along with speeches by executives reviewing the achievements of "Glory of Kings" over the year and looking forward to the future.

Just as Shi Yan was contemplating these things, an ethereal old Taoist appeared from the inner chamber—white hair flowing, beard drifting, clad in a dark green Taoist robe that swayed without breeze. It was the elder Shi Yan had met at the foot of the mountain.

“Rebuild a main battleship for the Zhenyuan fleet and lead our Qing Navy to defeat the Japanese fleet, erasing the shame upon our navy,” Zai Xun demanded.

Hearing this, Shi Yan was surprised. Thoughtfully, he wondered, "The Sect Leader? Why would the Sect Leader summon me?" Then he suddenly recalled the elder he had met at the mountain’s base.

Seventh Brother said he found someone who could replace Tong’er; Tong’er’s mother was gravely ill. Did this confirm the existence—or imminent emergence—of a third green-blooded individual?

They continuously fetched water from nearby wells, dumping mud and excavated soil into the original pit, mixing it with water. After half an hour, they carefully molded the slurry by hand, bit by bit.

The officiant intoned the rites: one bow, two bows, three bows. He and she bowed devoutly and respectfully together.

“Yes. With the probe-type hyperspatial detector I invented, she can not only detect enemy ships’ locations but also transmit detailed images to each ship’s system via a supercomputer linked to her brain’s outer layer,” boasted the big-headed doctor.

At that moment, the electronic bell at the teahouse’s door suddenly rang, signaling the arrival of a guest to the owner.