Chapter 29

"Do you think you’re watching a play? Beneath the stage? Is that any place for a man to be squeezing into?"

Those allowed to remain were the ones who had secured a place in the new regime. Li Ziyu’s family was among them. The vacant courtyards were now occupied by cadres from the Northern Expedition detachment who had arrived from Hainan.

Another hour passed before Ye Yiming and his party finally followed the Jade Rakshasa into the central territory of the Yanyan Sect.

Having his strongest combat unit battered and bruised by the Zhejiang Army, only to be forced to lower his head and admit fault, left Chen Guangyuan feeling a stifling, inexpressible frustration. Yet, he feared that if the Zhejiang Army began eyeing Jiangxi, the direct consequence might be his forced retirement to Tianjin.

Seeing Ye Yiming appear at this moment, Long Chen fell into a near-manic state. After a low roar, the aura of the peak eighth level of the Primordial Realm erupted from him. Strangely, however, Ye Yiming sensed an incredibly intense and dangerous aura emanating from Long Chen.

Guided by the refueling controller on the Gaoxin-1, Xu Yuanchao maneuvered the aircraft slowly toward the refueling boom. For most pilots of the current era, mid-air refueling was still a distant and alien concept, but for Xu Yuanchao, it was as familiar as breathing.

"Go back to your Guan Family Village and be the head of your own household! These two thatched huts were built by me and my mother, bundle of branches and handful of grass at a time!" Guan Zongbao retorted fiercely, refusing to back down.

I didn't understand what he meant by ghost burial curses, or that I would be safe because I was Zhu Lingling’s brother. I only felt that I had been betrayed by someone I trusted once again. No matter how many times I experienced that feeling, it never numbed; it remained sharp and agonizing.

Subsequently, Zheng Hua looked at Wang Xueqian as if he had seen a ghost, turning his head in disbelief, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

In the Southern Continent of the Immortal Realm, the war between humans and demons was raging. After an initial collapse, the human race had relied on their hidden trump cards and every ounce of strength to barely hold back the demon vanguard.

"What you search for far and wide is often right before your eyes." The speaker had no hidden meaning, but the listener did. Long Hu made a note of the place called Miansi. When Yun Yi arrived, Long Hu shared his deduction: he believed the "Si" was likely located within the territory of Miansi.

Once he finished speaking, the other nine gathered around, forming a line behind Feng Wanshan. They appeared remarkably united, a sight that left others sighing with emotion.

If it were only the first condition, he might have endured it, but to ask him to hand over the Sword of the Underworld God was absolutely impossible.

Ran Fei mounted his tall steed, bid farewell to the Crown Prince and Tian Dan, and turned to lead his men and several carts of treasure back to the north.

Night had fallen. Wang Cheng’s soldiers were exhausted after hours of battle, yet no one dared to rest, for the enemy lay just outside the city walls.

At this moment, the entire Wood Spirit Divine Tree had developed countless cracks, resembling a pane of glass on the verge of shattering.

Li used the power of the Ice Realm to condense another layer of ice, blocking the falling soil and preventing it from plunging into the abyss.

Yun Yi and her companions slowed their pace, wandering among the five peaks of Mount Hua, admiring the calligraphy and famous quotes carved into the cliff faces, watching mice forage in the crevices, or observing the laughing tourists coming and going.

Ren Buji gritted his teeth and pulled Lu Jiu upward with all his might. The old man of clouds and mist sighed, swept Lu Jiu up, and fled at high speed.

After the collision, the man in black looked on in deep shock at the magic ruler in his hand, which had been snapped completely in two.

With these words, she cast a gentle smile toward the Jin woman, who lay awake in bed, appearing completely confident in her plan.

The human heart is hidden behind the skin; one dares not reveal oneself, terrified that others might learn one’s secrets, terrified of having to lay one’s soul bare before another.

Especially after learning of Gu Qing’s current predicament, Guan Ping felt even more reluctant to let her down.

As for Sun Yanling, his fate was currently unknown. If he happened to return alive, they could promise him high office and a generous salary then, perhaps even grant him a Manchu imperial princess as a wife.

Originally, he had intended to find an empty space to conduct this experiment, but he worried about being followed and discovered, which would needlessly invite trouble.

However, on the twenty-seventh of May, a group of people threw the Jiahui Pavilion into such chaos that the elegant and famous landmark was ruined in a single day.

Finally, the three of them sat in the carriage in which An Yifeng had arrived. Mu Yidai sat between the two men, and the atmosphere inside the carriage became unusually awkward.

It was in this very atmosphere that I resolutely decided to stay, to contribute my own humble efforts to the grand cause of my dear friend.

"You just ran away like that? Where did you go afterward?" At that moment, my heart was tightly gripped by the fate that had befallen them.

I stared wide-eyed for a long time, until suddenly, an inescapable mist welled up in my eyes, and tears fell abruptly.

In the end, Yoda’s voice also faded away. Until... not a single sound could be heard anymore.

The man in green robes gave a light flick of the sword in his hand, and a streak of green light shot toward the purple light, the attack imbued with immense spiritual power.

"Pfft!" The tactical knife in Jimmy’s hand plunged deep into an orc’s heart, and with a kick, he shoved the orc away.

It was not just reincarnation; the same held true for chaos and creation. For instance, chaos gives birth to the primordial, which then evolves into a unique Dao—a level equivalent to the attainment of the Dao.

"Since you insist on blocking my path, you can go to the grave with Zeng Yuan!" Chen Tian felt his body slipping out of his control. Killing intent spread throughout him, and with a light wave of his hands, two streaks of battle aura shot toward the two seventh-level martial artists rushing at him.