Chapter 70

Fu Damu’s expression shifted repeatedly; shame, anger, and helplessness tangled within him. He had never expected that the provincial disciplinary leader, who preached integrity and anti-corruption from the podium every day, would reveal such an ugly face.

"Too slow! You're far too slow!" Mo Feng had not made a single move from beginning to end. To him, Bi Fang was nothing more than a whetstone to test his sword. He was in no hurry to kill Bi Fang; he wanted to know just how powerful he had truly become.

Meanwhile, Huang Lashen and his companions, after leaving the county committee compound, felt a vague unease as they walked back with their heads down.

Bai Yong steadied his stance, sinking into a horse step, his feet tracing the patterns of the Eight Trigrams, his hands forming the Taiji seal. Instantly, yin and yang divided, the heavenly gate and earth’s portal opened, infused with the meaning of life, death, and reincarnation.

The Martial Marquis of the Celestial Palace thrust his palm forward. Shrouded in dazzling golden light, countless divine crystals rotated, brewing explosive power inside. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a fist as swift as the wind, punching through sun and moon.

The words were not meant as flattery for Jiang Feng; Pete’s excitement was genuine and not a pretense.

Yet the others offered only mild praise, hardly startled. After all, they were people of broad experience. Though the style of the Void Realm differed from Demon City, grand and magnificent structures were hardly rare—such sights were not easily deemed remarkable.

The musket squad members found it strange but said nothing more, knowing Liu Yihua’s formidable reputation.

If one listened only to the shouts, it would seem the soldiers were fearless. Yet the observant Guo Zhuocheng noticed many faces were pale. The shouts, rather than expressing courage, seemed more a way to mask their fear.

Dawn gradually brightened, the morning light spilling into the courtyard, scattering starlike flecks across the ground.

"Just say it and I’ll know." Though the answer was already clear, it was best to confirm.

"Fine, fine, I’ll accept then…" Xu Qing did not stand on ceremony. With these gifts, he would not have to make more purchases, and besides, refusing would only make the giver uneasy and determined to find another way to deliver them.

Though she felt some resistance, she could not overcome the strong yearning in her heart. She needed to know whether Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan were truly her biological parents.

It was not out of disrespect for the audience or media, but rather to create the most relaxed atmosphere possible for Dong Guoqiang.

Sharp teeth gleamed like blades, casting a chilling light that made one's heart tremble.

Jin Yuqi lay on the ground, watching the figure disappear into the darkness, hatred in her eyes spreading like wildfire, burning fiercely.

"It's nothing, Mumu. You know my strength. This is exactly the kind of opponent I want!" Masters always appreciate one another. Without a worthy adversary to challenge oneself, it is hard to maintain a high standard.

The boatman removed the pot from the stove, set out five bowls and chopsticks, and then went to the other end of the boat, seemingly tidying up his personal belongings.

Madam Zhang, noticing their actions, stepped aside and brought their shoes, smiling at Xia Weiyi in the warm sunlight. "Young madam, you look well today. It's good to go out for a walk," she said, setting down the shoes.

As steady, rhythmic gunfire rang out, perfect scores followed one after another.

Above the palace gates hung an exquisitely crafted long sword, eternally sharp and imposing. The sword seemed to beckon Xia Fan, drawing him near.

After the meal, the village chief borrowed two bed boards and four long benches from the villagers. With the benches supporting the boards, they could sleep upon them.

The black-clad men were mostly at the first or second stage of the Congealing Breath Realm. While none were outstanding individually, collectively they formed a formidable force. Their rigorous training made them all the more intimidating.

Moreover, with such a short cooldown, if one timed it well, the opponent might not get to use even a single skill.

Chu Ze smiled faintly, then turned and stepped into the darkness. Qing Ning followed closely behind.

"Hey, Li Daoling!" Han Ranyao called out, her tone betraying a hint of delight.

Likewise, Xia Fan had met Mu Gongming when he was ten, though the impression was faint. Now, Mu Gongming had grown slightly plump, yet exuded a calm and commanding presence, his eyes always sharp and hawk-like.

The healing power of the Soaring Dragon Jade was remarkable. After a brief meditation, Han Qianyu felt her vitality restored to nearly eighty percent. Still, she remained by the tree to rest, knowing that while her energy had recovered, her stamina was still lacking and she was utterly exhausted.

I have no confidence to persuade her. I am afraid she will refuse me, and that would only make me feel worse. At least, this way, I still have something to hope for.

At this moment, in the Li family estate, despite feeling physically and mentally exhausted, Old Master Li flew into a rage and summoned all his acquaintances from Shanggang City to the manor.

Upon witnessing this scene, Xiao Tian felt his blood surge, even feeling a physical reaction himself.

His eyelids twitched as he realized something. Seeing that Yang Tian had yet to arrive, he could not help but feel exasperated.

Xing Yu did not know him, so he said nothing for the time being, turning instead to the window to smoke. After all, plotting against Old Toad was not something to be taken lightly if word got out.

In March of the following year, Zhang Jingjiang joined the Alliance. In the third year of the Republic, Sun Yat-sen appointed him finance minister of the reorganized Chinese Revolutionary Party. In the ninth year of the Republic, to raise funds for the revolution, Sun sent him back to China to collaborate with Dai Jitao in establishing a securities and commodities exchange in Shanghai.

"Which way do we go? North. Aren’t we already heading north?" Though the squad leader answered confidently, inwardly he was riddled with anxiety.

Death was the outcome they had long anticipated. Only in this way could Shi Feng buy more time.

Along the way, they passed several life-bearing stars, replenishing their resources. At present, Shi Feng’s cultivation had broken through yet again, reaching the peak of the Sub-Sage realm.

Yang Tian’s lips twitched as he caught Xian Linger’s unfriendly glare once more, a wry smile appearing on his face.

At last, a tear slid slowly from her right eye. Yet even so, her expression remained composed, suppressed and calm.