Volume 1, Chapter 62: Locked in the Secret Chamber, Purity at Stake!

From September 1939 onward, the Japanese army launched three successive battles of Changsha, subjecting the region to fierce bombardment. The once-prosperous land of central Hunan was battered and scarred by the flames of war. Yet, even in this blessed region, the meager provisions available to comfort the wounded soldiers consisted of nothing more than simple fare. Compared to ordinary troops, the wounded merely received slightly thicker porridge and somewhat larger portions.

"Fifty-one million!" Chen Haojian gritted his teeth, pressing on with firm resolve. He was convinced that Cang Yuan could not possibly have any more money left.

At the very center of the storm, beneath the swirling vortex, and deep within the blinding white light, Liu Huo finally found his rhythm. Amidst the overwhelming pressure, he and his magical treasure, the Tearless, succeeded in striking a delicate balance.

Stepping out of ward 431, Li Nan saw that only a single room—432—remained along the entire corridor. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed straight inside.

The first person to spot Han Shui'er was not Jing Moxuan, but rather Xiao Zimo, who usually maintained a frivolous and carefree demeanor.

Given Kenji Doihara's short and stout physique, how could he possibly match the strength of the robust soldiers? In an instant, he was forcefully pinned to the ground.

"I have no master like you—one who causes the deaths of comrades and betrays the organization!" Tie Mu said coldly, suppressing the raging fire within his heart. Yet one could only imagine how terrifying that fury would be once it finally erupted.

"Mingsiu, why are you here?" Though a faint and unnoticeable ripple stirred in the depths of Han Shui'er's eyes, Liu Mingsiu failed to catch it.

Meanwhile, a deep blush crept across her face, causing her heartbeat to quicken. In the silent tent, the steady thud of her pounding heart sounded exceptionally clear and vivid, as if the next moment, it might just leap right out of her chest.

Wang Peng had no desire to use smoking as a facade to mask his emotions. Moreover, he was acutely aware that his overwhelming tension stemmed not from any wrongdoing on his part, but rather from the unknown motives driving such an investigation.

"I still have matters to attend to. Isn't your presence enough?" Qin Yue glanced toward Elder Qin, his expression full of perfunctory detachment. After all, with guests all around him at this moment, Qin Yue could not possibly cause his grandfather to lose face. This was already the greatest concession he could manage.

Owing perhaps to her privileged upbringing, the General strictly adhered to the principle of "silence while eating," uttering not a single word throughout the meal.

Ever since their recent falling out with the Zheng family, the atmosphere between Dong'er and Mrs. Zheng at home had grown somewhat awkward. Now, with the addition of Dachun—someone they both found mutually grating—and upon hearing Mrs. Zheng shower Dachun with meticulous care, the discomfort gnawing at Dong'er's heart grew beyond measure.

Standing nearby and listening to such reasoning, Dong'er thought to herself: So those who always stay at home never have to fear a chilled heart.

"You can tell me?" Elder Qin looked somewhat taken aback by Qin Yue's attitude, a faint smile curving his lips. It was indeed rare to see Qin Yue act in this manner.

Caught right at the epicenter of the oppressive coercion, Feng Lingyin's expression remained entirely unchanged. Her eyes were gently closed, and her hands were forming seals.

Struggling hard to suppress the wave of nausea, Feng Lingyin did not halt her absorption process, drawing as much spiritual energy into her body as possible.

The two of them were standing so close that they were practically face-to-face; the moment Jing Xing puckered his lips, he accidentally kissed Yan Zhi right on the mouth.

Back then, the Ye family was not yet sufficiently powerful, and Elder Ye wished to avoid a decline of the family in a single battle, which was why he had left his hometown.

Helpless, Nanfang stopped pressing the matter. Why on earth did this father-and-son duo of Li Heizi have their eyes set precisely on the sect's territory?

As if drawn by some invisible magnetic force, Shi Yan pulled everyone around him toward himself. With their martial techniques unleashed, the crowd charged straight at him. Shi Yan stood firmly in the center, looking as though there was nowhere left to run and no way to dodge the impending onslaught.

Every person involuntarily clenched their lips tight, quietly waiting for this all-dissolving radiance to reduce their bodies to ash. Ever since the catastrophe of Sky City, every single human on Earth was painfully aware of the terrifying destructive power of the enemy's ultimate artillery—something that neither mortal flesh and blood nor the combined military might of the entire planet could ever hope to contend with.

Just as the voice trailed off, the door to the storage room clicked open. Wang Mangli walked out with a tear-stained face, weeping softly, with Tang Feng following closely behind.

At that instant, a dense surge of killing intent flashed through the eyes of the four individuals. An expert at the Generation-Sealing realm was a truly terrifying existence. Once targeted by a genius of that caliber, the ultimate retaliation would be unimaginably dreadful!

The ancient city before them possessed a history spanning countless years. Many areas were marked with mottled decay, and the ancient city wall bricks were fractured one after another, leaving countless spots in ruins.

A jolt of shock struck Yunfeng's heart, causing him to hold his breath entirely. It was a confrontation between a brilliantly colored red lion and a multicolored venomous python; right at that moment, these two soul beasts were locked in a battle to the death.

Li Yunmu's pupils instantly constricted. Despite the sudden panic, his movements did not falter in the slightest as he swiftly ducked behind a nearby tree.

It was not that Dong Zhanyun had never considered using the Heavenly Water Xiluo Pill he had refined previously, but using it here would be tantamount to seeking his own death; he still understood the proverb that an innocent man harboring a treasure becomes a target of crime.

An Wuying nodded and replied, "That naturally poses no problem." Qu Hongyi let out an involuntary breath of relief and said, "That's good then." While Shu Buyu himself—belonging to the Heavenly One Peak of the Fire-Raising Sect—was not particularly formidable, his group of scoundrel friends were certainly no pushovers; any one of them could crush Qu Hongyi to death with a single slap! This left Qu Hongyi with no choice but to take precautions.