Volume One, Chapter 77: Diverting Calamity Eastward

Ji Die had never been so furious. He had hidden himself well, waiting for them to pass before continuing on his way, but in the end, they came back! He had no idea that Song Jia had deliberately doubled back just to trip him up. Still, that didn’t stop Ji Die from gritting his teeth and darting away at top speed.

Now that he had been spotted, hiding again was pointless. Besides, he had a strong suspicion that woman had a heart as black as ink—if she recognized him, she would very likely shift all the blame onto him! He had no wish to get entangled in this mess, so he chose the best of the thirty-six stratagems: to flee.

Song Jia saw the man ahead of her start at the sight of her, as though he’d seen a snake or scorpion, and run even faster. Her red lips, half-parted, seemed suspended in midair. The words she’d prepared to build rapport with the people behind her caught in her throat...

“Three hundred is enough. You give me three hundred, and as a wandering physician, I’ll cure your illness,” Ye Wudao declared with conviction.

He feared that Wei Lu would fail to persuade Su Wu, or worse, be talked around himself and bring other princes, which would threaten the strategist. So he came with his younger brother, the Prince of Yuqian.

But Lin Jiaxi had no time to respond. She quickly stashed the money and hurried outside with her.

A pitch-black liquid oozed from the computer server chassis, first spreading into countless fine threads, then crawling upward from the bottom, cocooning each layer of the machine.

Over twenty corpses lay there. If these dragons had been unleashed in the human empire, they could have swept across an entire kingdom. Yet here on the open sea, they had died a brutal death.

Fatty and Bucktooth looked up, and sure enough, in the tree-covered area ahead, they could vaguely see the outlines of houses. All were wooden—clearly, someone lived there.

When Wang Zhong swaggered out of the conference room, sunglasses on and cigar clamped between his teeth, his triumphant air said it all. He had won; the investors had compromised.

Upon hearing the bronze gong, Zhuang Hua jolted, quickly turning to Chen Hao, anxiety in his voice.

This skeleton gripped a three-meter-long greatsword, which it brought down in a single, mighty stroke. The table before it was cleaved in two, proof of the sword’s sharpness—not at all comparable to the rusty scrap metal outside.

Ten days later, My Emperor and Emperor Mo agreed to meet at Waterdraw City, marking a new border twenty li outside the city and restoring peace to the world.

I rushed forward to continue as the vanguard. The Sword of Battle Hymn cut down all before it; in the world of Jianghu, no one could withstand a round of my skills. Even the other players from Paradise Lost attacked fiercely. The thousands in Jianghu struggled to advance or retreat within the city gates, and their numbers dwindled rapidly.

“Uh!” Li Mu was surprised by such a response, suddenly realizing how fierce Mu Xue really was. But—it was good, truly good.

Su Yan was in a foul mood, murderous intent gleaming in his eyes. He had no intention of saying another word.

As the drifting snowflakes drew nearer, Hua Shangxue studied the man’s features. Thanks to A Li’s reminder, her memory of Zimo gradually sharpened, and the face of the young man before her finally overlapped with her recollection.

Under Su Yan’s power, Gu Sifeng found he could no longer move of his own will, as if some force had bound him.

If they were sold to another country, these women might have a chance at freedom, a better life. If left in that camp, their only fate was to wither away with age—or to fall into the red tents, wishing for death.

Nalan Xue’s plan had succeeded, but she didn’t immediately recall the Mo army from beneath the city walls. She simply sent word to Yuchi Xian, instructing him to camp with his troops in a sheltered valley half an hour’s ride from Shuiyue City and wait for orders.

Karan retreated several steps but could not completely dodge my attacks. His health bar plummeted to half under the onslaught.

She went into the kitchen to help Mrs. Lu cook—not because Mrs. Lu’s skills were lacking, but because she wanted to learn her signature dishes and show off her own talents. She knew many recipes Mrs. Lu had never even heard of.

However, this kind of hypnosis carried risks. Memories were only suppressed, not erased. If they later encountered a hypnotist stronger than Su Meng, that person could use psychological suggestion to uncover the hidden memories.

It happened so suddenly, no one was prepared. Fortunately, Bai Chi and Cui Shanshan were both wearing seatbelts and didn’t slam into the windshield. Heart pounding, they patted their chests in relief.

Proud Huaxia only gave a helpless smile… He had experienced failure countless times; this was hardly his worst defeat.

But she never expected to encounter such a thing on her very first day at school. She didn’t even know why it was happening to her.

Of course, there were a few die-hard loyalists, but how could Gu Xiaoran let them leave alive? Thus, Chen Minghui only learned the truth at the very last moment.

At this time, everyone’s attention was focused on the beautiful scenery ahead; no one noticed what had just occurred.

Fragmentation is nirvana, it is growing pain—but it is not the norm. Unity is the mandate of Heaven, the destiny of our Chinese nation.

“Of course I’ll go back with you. I did it—I won’t let anyone else take the blame,” Feng Ling’er said to Shi Kai, her eyes gleaming with pride.

The drivers all got out and opened their doors. An Ge stepped out, gazing at the grand villa before her, still feeling somewhat out of place.

Only then did An Xia remember that this was the first time Quan An had visited her hometown. The last time she brought her father to City A, Quan An had arranged it through someone else.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sue me if you want; I have no money, just my life,” Chen Xiaoxiao said, avoiding her father’s gaze and addressing Mao Yuning instead.

Confused, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him. He quickly dismissed all distractions, focusing his mind to delve deeper.

Chen Yuan’s true body settled at the foot of the mountain, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed in contemplation. Meanwhile, his divine avatar soared among the clouds and mist.

Unfortunately, the Rabbit of Mao was exceedingly quick. Just as his fist swung out, an invisible wall of air blocked his path.

Zhang Xinran hadn’t brought a swimsuit, and only bikinis were sold here, so she had no choice but to wear one.

Gao Xian lay down for a while, and when the sun rose, he went out to the courtyard to practice two sets with his sword. Chun Xiang ran over to bring him breakfast.

He had already extended his hand, and as the Rabbit of Mao watched, a rare smile appeared on her cool, aloof face.

To recoup the sponsorship and clear out old stock, they designated the universally acknowledged worst-tasting milk.

Mao Yuning glanced at their injuries, wanting to suggest they leave first, but seeing how they unflinchingly took out disinfectant and bandages to tend their wounds, she fell silent.