Volume 1, Chapter 22: Comparing Her to a Viper

Before long, the two thousand slaves were assembled. Wu Zhi watched as Wang Quan led them over, a group of tattered, sallow-faced men. They had been starved in the slave camp, yet they possessed sturdy frames; with a few days of proper nourishment, they would be robust men once again.

"It is your own mess, so say something!" Jin Xiuying said listlessly. He rested his feet on the office desk, turning them so the soles of his shoes faced Park Seung-yeon’s face.

Everyone greeted Fang Cheng with smiles. He was now a genuine Golden Core cultivator with formidable strength; who would want to offend such a genius without cause? Even Yang Mu of the Heavenly Demon Palace spoke to him with a smile.

However, Ma Yongcheng and Qiu Ju, having just assumed their posts as East Depot Admirals, received reports from their subordinates that the Embroidered Uniform Guard had fully mobilized to track down an official named Wang Shouren, acting on an urgent order from their own Admiral.

In terms of facilities, the Third Middle School left the Fifth Middle School in the dust. With its brand-new teaching buildings, rows of dormitories, and an imposing, grand entrance inlaid with dark red tiles, it was far superior to the cement walls of the Fifth Middle School.

Thus, I spent eight months with Old Gong. His optimism and cheerfulness had a direct influence on me.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong felt a surge of excitement. He was confident in engaging the Wala, but his only concern was the tribal factions on the grasslands. Now that the Governor-General was stationed in Xuanfu, who on the grasslands would dare to act recklessly under his prestige?

Surrounded by mountains on all sides and shrouded in thick fog, it was easy for one to lose their way without knowing the path in.

"This is Hao Jin." Hao Jin had expected Yin Jie to call within ten days, but Gong Ping’s estimation was off. It was twenty days later when the call finally came.

For Gong Ping, if he revealed the secrets of gambling without asking A-Tian to do anything in return, A-Tian would remain troubled, feeling he owed an unrepayable debt, and his days would never be at peace.

Having encountered such situations twice in succession, Qin Che developed an illusion. Ever since he accidentally arrived in this Southern Continent, despite being thrust from a familiar environment into a completely alien one, it had caused him no end of trouble.

In truth, it was not just weapons with infinite ammunition that attracted those scientists. In fact, anything appearing from the Lord God’s Space that transcended the understanding of their world—be it sci-fi creations or magical artifacts—could drive the scientists of that world to madness.

Xia Yenuo finally yielded. "Fine, I'll eat. But once I’m done, I hope you will calm down and listen to what I have to say." She hoped she could truly resolve this problem herself.

"She possesses Hermes technology," Zhan Kun said from the temporarily protected rear.

Zhu Xie Chixin wiped his hands on his clothes and solemnly retrieved the sword from its cabinet, which had been unlocked using six swords as keys.

Tormented by Jiang Qi’s abuse, the stinging Akhal-Teke horse abruptly halted its wild gallop. With a rearing motion followed by a kick, it skidded several paces before coming to a stop. The sudden halt nearly sent it tumbling, but though the horse didn't fall, the brief pause was enough for Jiang Qi to make his move.

"You are always so impulsive. Remember to change that next time. Biyun, you don't need to be sad; this isn't your fault." Looking at the bruised swelling on Liang Siyu’s face, Zhang didn't know how to console her. He simply held her as she leaned against him.

This match was Feixue versus Xuanwu. There was little suspense, as Xuanwu possessed double-stun skills and technical prowess no less than Feixue's; there was simply no reason for him to lose.

By now, he truly regretted wasting his time previously. Had he devoted his energy to alchemy sooner to stabilize the supply of the Flower Red Pill, he wouldn't be in this predicament. But it was too late to speak of that now; how to resolve the immediate crisis was what mattered.

A-Feng looked at her. "If you cannot learn to behave, then learn properly." She then turned to Jiang Yishan. "Sister, what is going on? How could you suffer such a loss?" In A-Feng’s eyes, if Jiang Yishan hadn't torn the Mu family apart when facing Dexiu, it was only because she was showing her mercy; how could she possibly be bested by Dexiu?

"Are... are you feeling better?" A cold voice came from the side. I tilted my head and saw Rilade sitting by the bed with a look of concern.

Mu Zhihan smiled faintly. She was truly grateful to him; it was he who had told Uncle Shen to let her work here.

His mind in total turmoil, he entered the bathroom, ran the water, and lay in the warm tub to calm his nerves.

Mountains of blades and seas of fire, pots of boiling oil and pools of thunder, the eighteen levels of hell, the six paths of reincarnation, the Ten Kings of Hell... scene after scene, both beautiful and eerie, emerged, making one feel as if they were trapped in purgatory.

The young man in black let out a miserable shriek. Before he could even register the spreading pain, his vision went dark, and he could no longer see a thing.

A few days later, Li Shimin ordered the General of the Right Martial Guard, Pang Yu, to set up formation south of Qianshui Plain. Zong Luohou concentrated his forces to attack Pang Yu. As the battle raged, Li Shimin personally led his main force from the north of the plain, launching a surprise attack on Zong Luohou’s flank. Caught in a pincer movement, Zong Luohou was soundly defeated and fled, with thousands killed and countless others perishing in the mountain ravines.

The two sat on a sofa by the window, ordering the signature seafood pasta, escargot with garlic butter, seafood risotto, scallops in butter sauce, broccoli in white sauce, and several desserts.

"What? Yu Juluo?" Yu Ming was shocked upon hearing this. He knew very well that his brother Yu Chengdu’s master was none other than Yu Juluo.

As the heavy iron gate creaked open, several police officers entered and said, "Li Hao, come out. You're coming with us." A hint of secret joy stirred in Li Hao’s heart; it had come as expected.

"That day, why did you deliberately lie to me and make me return to Linsu?" Qing Rang rose and stopped Yu Zichen, who was about to leave.

Qing Zhi waved her hand to indicate it was nothing, then half-closed her eyes to rest, appearing utterly exhausted.

At the very least, he knew what was the right thing to do. Under these circumstances, he would strive for it, and his efforts would surely be determined by whether his transformation in this matter was genuine and what had caused it.

On the stairs they had already climbed, every step was marked by human figures, with no other scenery to be found.

Upon learning that the two children had gone to Oak City, Xi Xichen was frantic and at a loss, fearing that Nangong Ming already knew of their existence.