Volume 1, Chapter 59: Target of the Calamity Crucible

Lifting his gaze to the sky, he was struck by a sudden realization: Where should he go? And where could he possibly find a reasonable way, a suitable justification? Since when had such things become so hard to find?

"Perhaps I am merely envious of you. How wonderful it would be if I could live as freely and untethered as you do!" Watching Alex's departing figure, he muttered to himself in slight dejection.

With a mournful expression, Wei Yan bid farewell to the countless delicacies before following Ye Huo and Puyuzi away from this place that she had grown so reluctant to leave.

Gritting his teeth, Heizhuo once again condensed a Dark Light God-Slaying Bottle. Under the massive expenditure of energy, his spiritual Qi was already depleted to mere remnants. As the Dark Light God-Slaying Bottle reappeared, it devoured the cyan mystical thunder. At that moment, Heizhuo raised an eyebrow and looked into the distance.

After a rough scan, Xu Yixuan found that there seemed to be more than a dozen varieties of Yin talismans, Yang talismans, Vajra talismans, soul-summoning talismans, and ghost-subduing talismans, with roughly four or five pieces of each type of talisman paper.

"Crack—" A series of subtle cracking sounds emanated from within the Yuanhui, startling Yi Chuan and causing his complexion to shift drastically, terrified that this might be another case of an upgrade failure.

The mere thought of the scandalous sight awaiting Bi Xuelian tomorrow morning—stripped completely bare for all to see—relieved her pent-up frustration for no apparent reason.

Gradually, I seemed to enter another world, or perhaps return to a time long, long ago.

This sense of utter helplessness filled him with grievance, yet as matters stood, who was there to offer him a shoulder to lean upon? His tears could only fall onto the cold ground, incapable of even nourishing a single blade of grass. Yet, he would weep no more.

"As if that needed saying. You're probably the last one to find out," Wuyouzi could not resist taunting, seemingly reminded of the scene when Murong Xuan applied acupuncture to Xiao Yang.

"So what?" Ying Ziying retorted with disdain, his fingers swiftly forming a hand seal that channeled into his long sword.

Coupled with the fact that she had not consumed any souls, her physical strength had dropped sharply, and she was already breathing heavily, her alluring chest rising and falling rhythmically.

He had thought tonight would present a chance to be intimate with Chen Rong, only to be waylaid by Li Jia until past midnight. She had played the part of a curious child, bombarding him with travel-related questions until there was simply no opportunity left for him to be alone with Chen Rong.

Seeing how resolute Fang Mu was regarding this retaliatory action, Liang Yingshi could only let out a helpless sigh.

In the back courtyard of the Jun Dahai Elder Council, the disciples of Jun Dahai were practicing their swordsmanship, and Yang Lang was among them. However, Yang Lang deliberately kept his distance from the other disciples as he brandished his long sword.

The four secret realms left behind by the Heavenly Dao were scattered across every corner of this world. Coincidentally, Qin Hao had intersected with every single one of them, as though it were destined by some unseen providence.

"Internally, we must accumulate wealth and resources. Furthermore, our Fang family must step up efforts to establish industries, such as steel mills. It doesn't matter if we lose a little money at first; steel will be vital for the Fang family to consolidate our future power."

Aside from that, private examinations were held monthly, with academic officials setting the questions for self-assessment; public examinations were held annually, presided over by imperial commissioners bearing imperial edicts. This sort of system gave Le Tian an even greater headache.

While the maidservants and servants of the Wang household were already up and laboring, the family members themselves were still fast asleep. It was now six o'clock in the morning; tenant farmers of this era generally rose around four to begin a new day of toil, and even the maids and footmen whose sole duty was to wait upon the Wang family members had already gotten out of bed to tend to their chores.

"Alright, I've had too much to drink today and don't want to argue with you. Sister Quan said you nearly fainted just now; if you're feeling unwell, go back to your room to rest. I'll sleep on the sofa." Big Cat had no desire to bicker with Wang Meili, and straightaway lay down on the sofa, snoring loudly.

Howling Silver Wolves were at least of the seventh rank, yet the mounts ridden by these Royal Court Wolf Cavalry were uniformly of the ninth rank.

Time ticked away drop by drop. More and more cultivators emerged from the ghost mist, and each batch looked increasingly bedraggled.

"Number 0158, have you spotted anything?" The monitoring mercenaries were still observing every move made by Black Tiger and his men.

This left him in a bit of a dilemma. Not only would interrupting these people be impolite, but would it also disrupt their train of thought?

Young Master Dai let out a long sigh of relief, and just as he jumped up wanting to hurl more insults, he saw Zhan Mulian suddenly step in front of Helian Chun, his gaze directed at Dana carrying a clear and unmistakable trace of contemptuous mockery.

"Liu Dahai, listen well. Don't think the police can protect you. Three days—you won't live past three days at most. I am going to slaughter your entire family." Guan Wei clamored through the megaphone.

"You are Du Zhenshan's illegitimate son." I said as I rolled up the sleeve of his pajamas, revealing the character for "Jiang" tattooed on his arm.

Not only comfortable, but wear-resistant and waterproof. Even if struck by a divine weapon, it might not necessarily be pierced.

The various military generals along the sides had already assumed their respective positions. With Liu Xia as the core, his subtle changes naturally did not escape the eyes of the gathered officers.

Because the portion was generous, Xia Yang drank with gusto. In the past, he would only ever take a polite sip of fine wine, rarely having the opportunity for such a hearty, uninhibited bout of drinking.

However, this was a sharp double-edged sword. If it could not be properly grasped and utilized, they would instead be countered by their opponents, leaving neither Zhu Tong nor Wang Xiangzhen any hope of redemption.

Simulation and actual combat were entirely different concepts. The tactics proposed by Xue Yue were not things Qi Zhenghong hadn't thought of—or rather, Qi Zhenghong had thought of them, rejected them, and subsequently made slight modifications. The battle plan submitted by Qi Zhenghong was simple: Hold! Hold! And hold again! Until the enemy was thoroughly exhausted, then launch a fierce counterattack with armored forces.

After tucking Yeer in and turning on the air conditioner, Zhu Tong stepped out of the room and gently pulled the door shut. Yawning under the watchful gazes of Granny Chen and Mei Lanting, he climbed the stairs and entered his own room.

"Just bring out your signature dishes. Alliance Head, I really have been craving your Dongpo pork." As Huang Hai spoke, he turned his head to gaze out the window at the opposite establishment, Dingran Xingkong.

"You aren't even afraid of death; could you still be afraid of living on?" Mo Feng's voice was exceedingly gentle, akin to moonlight falling from the heavens, unexpectedly instilling a trace of solace and security within Mo Qianyun.

Since the Chinese were prepared, simply charging forward with tank formations would be sheer foolishness. Before setting out, Bob had anticipated encountering resistance, so he had prepared a two-pronged strategy. Following closely behind the vanguard tank units were five additional infantry divisions.

It was just that the Red Army's current enemies possessed neither tanks nor armored vehicles, making such measures unnecessary. It could be foreseen that Guo Zhuocheng would equip himself with tanks, armored cars, and other heavy weaponry even earlier than Jiang Jieshi's Central Army.

"Saint rank! Brother Xia Yang, are you saying you've reached the Saint rank?" Disregarding Lisa's angry glare, Tucker stared at Xia Yang with feverish eyes and asked excitedly.