Volume 1, Chapter 21: Capture Chen Feng! The Warlord Demands a Forced Marriage!

Lin Yuming’s thick eyebrows twitched. She had another principal friend named Li? Not Principal Li from the Northern Hanyuan University branch?

In recent years, the policy for relocating to the countryside had become stricter by the year. It was rumored that the educated youth office, unable to meet their quotas, was preparing to verify the status of every individual who had not yet relocated.

Li Mingshi was the deputy commander of the Jingchu Special Task Force, and He Huan was the chief of staff. Once Li Mingshi left, Jiang Lu would sooner or later be promoted to fill the vacancy; and when He Huan stepped down, the "Twin Pillars" of the General Staff’s Operations Division would be missing half their strength. These influential political scions were reluctant to let them go, but there was no choice. With the military expanding rapidly, officers with combat experience were treasures.

With a shrill scream, the Nine-Tailed Scorpion lashed out with its half-severed stinger, staring at Jiang Nu'er with a face full of pain and rage.

"Then, could you tell me about your love life?" Cao Xianye pressed the record button on his phone.

Huang Zilong heard heaven-shaking battle cries from all directions. The players were charging forward with sharp weapons, cutting down everyone—whether they were enemies or soldiers who had just surrendered.

Having paid for today’s banquet, she was left with only a few large copper coins in her pocket; even dinner would be a struggle tonight.

Lin Yuming matched Han Yanhe’s hypocritical expression with a grace and composure that far exceeded his years.

Huang Ling did not understand what it was rambling about; continuing its threat, it spat a burst of fire, scorching the creature's wings.

"What kind of medicinal herbs is this stuff made of? What are its components?" Gu Chan muttered to herself, replacing the bottle stopper.

"The fickleness of the human race is truly terrifying. Young Master, we should leave. We cannot defeat the Jinglan Demon," Tai Si said. He knew that once the Young Master made up his mind, it was hard to change, but he still wanted to warn him not to throw his life away.

All the players were discussing their quest rewards. This time, the main quest rewards were jars for nine different slots. It was essentially a test of luck. If you were blessed by the gods, opening those nine jars could complete your gear set instantly. Of course, if your luck was terrible, you might just end up with a pile of junk.

Tang Hai instructed Duan Qi, Shi An, Lin Yuan, and Lang Ba to lead the main force to remain in the city for rest. He then took five generals—Xiao Long, Liu Jia, Zhang Chuan, Wang Feng, and Jin Zi—and two thousand men to Changping Village. Seeing that Wu Liang had fortified a strategic position and held the high ground, Tang Hai led his generals to carefully scout around the mountain stronghold.

Qi Jingshen finally swept a cold glance at her, his deep, dark pupils revealing nothing.

Because the people of the ten villages around Daqing County knew that Ren Shan was building a factory in his hometown, they all came to help.

Qi Jingchen turned his head to look at Zhong Jiaqi and realized her eyes were red. Knowing he had made her worry again, he could only nod.

The two guards had long wanted to do this, but they hadn't dared. Now, with the young master’s order, they were no longer afraid.

Rural children were all running to the cities, competing to buy homes, but the pressure on their shoulders was something those living in luxury could never understand.

Five days later, the six members of the Phantom Vision, who were exploring toward the west, heard the sounds of battle and approached silently.

As Ren Shan spoke, he gently inserted silver needles into Yuan Qing’s leg. The spiritual essence from the Heavenly Dao Ring surged out, transforming into a stream of energy that flowed into Yuan Qing’s body.

At that moment, however, people noticed that the red glow, which had caused their Profound Martial arts cultivation to regress, was beginning to fade. The blood-red venue began to return to normal. Instantly, everyone felt their cultivation levels return to their original states.

"What on earth is happening? Damn it." The result outside was the same; the once-bustling city was now deathly quiet. I kicked a roadside ice sculpture in frustration.

"Damn it all." Ling Yan was nearly scared to death by the ferocious hostility between the two forces. If he let them meet and fight inside his body, he wouldn't need to struggle anymore; he could just stay here forever to keep his mother company.

Xiang Yuandong scanned the group of young students, who were trembling so violently they had even forgotten to flee; his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Seeing Ling Yan like this, Fang Jun didn't want to overthink it and sat back down on the steps.

The suppression of the White Wave Rebellion made Xu Rong in the Dayang region uneasy. Just a few days ago, he had wanted to take advantage of the chaos, but in less than half a month, the situation had shifted drastically. Not only were the White Wave bandits wiped out, but his own master had been killed as well.

When Monakailuo woke from his coma, he found himself lying in a room with four white walls. His entire body ached as if his bones had been shattered, but he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a single sound.

"Team Galactic, if it really comes to that, you cannot blame us." Palkia muttered to himself where I could not see, his eyes turning crimson for a fleeting moment.

The method was simple and effective: first, find a few burly men with incredibly violent tempers, get them drunk on strong liquor, and then, while their consciousness was blurred, use them to conduct brutal interrogations on the captives.

That night, the Xiongnu Right Great General drove cattle, sheep, and horses to Feng Fang’s location. Feng Fang did not even show his face; only his confidants inspected the livestock.

Tourism is naturally more fun with more people, and I was happy to do this favor. So, as soon as the holiday began, we went to the travel agency to sign the contract, then holed up at home, recharging our energy and counting down the days until departure.

When my fingers touched his bare skin, sparks seemed to fly. Boyin suddenly reached out, his large hand gripping my wrist tightly, while his other hand snatched the towel from mine and threw it into the basin nearby.

"So that’s how it is. No time to lose, Senior Bai, let’s go in." Mu Xifeng felt a hint of longing for the Haotian Tower; he wanted to see what this so-called "Heavenly Dao" really was.

The light in her eyes was too intense and determined, which startled Wu Daizhen. At that moment, she didn't even know whether to pity Aimu or worry for Si Junhao. Being entangled with such a persistent girl, the big boss would likely be unable to predict the consequences. Was it really okay for things to get so complicated?

"Yes... yes, before dark, I will certainly have everything handled." Although Mu Xifeng’s request was somewhat overbearing, Li Zhengming dared not utter a single word of dissent. After all, if he angered the god of slaughter before him and triggered a massacre, everyone would die—and in a very miserable way.