Chapter 59: Defeating Them One by One-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

Yun Xi understood Senior Brother Zhao’s intent after hearing his words. He was suggesting they employ the strategy of breaking their enemies one by one: first, lure the sand mice into the formation, quiet the surroundings to prevent more formidable beasts from being attracted, then eliminate the sand mice area by area. As first-tier sand mice, the four of them should be able to handle them, though it would be taxing. Therefore, cooperation was essential; otherwise, they could easily exhaust their spiritual energy and be devoured.

Finally, they would face the second-tier mouse, four against one. Bei Feng crouched in front of Cheng Zhaozhao. Ever since they emerged from the secret realm, Cheng Zhaozhao had sat hugging her knees on the grass, her gaze vacant, lost in thought.

After a few steps, Qin Bai passed the pile of discarded stones. He glanced at it casually, then his expression shifted abruptly and he stopped.

Some didn’t understand what this meant, assuming the man in white simply wished to show off his talents.

Duan Tianlang left Shaolin Temple and continued southward. He handed the martial arts techniques he had selected from the Damo Academy to Da Hu, though these were only abridged versions.

“After Yuan Jun reclaimed the Wasteland Realm, to prevent the Immortal Clans from disturbing it, he extracted a fragment of his soul, sealed it in the Pear Gu Bell, and maintained the realm’s concealment within a fleeting moment,” Yuan Jun explained.

Madam Tang sat in the living room, browsing the latest news of the Tang family online. Aunt Yang, the housekeeper, hurried in with an anxious expression.

Compared to the Japanese officer, Li Jiufu and his four companions were all stunned, wondering if their company commander had lost his mind.

Li Yunlong’s gaze was deep as he looked east toward Datong City, as if replying to the reconnaissance company commander, or perhaps merely speaking to himself.

The enormous dragon head opened its maw and lunged at Liu De. No matter how Liu De attacked, it had no effect whatsoever on the dragon soul.

Sitting high in the hall, Liu Sunquan glared furiously at Su Jing and the ten major merchants. In his life, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Having his family’s door blocked, and now these people coming to flaunt their power?

“The police station isn’t under my jurisdiction, so I won’t comment on Director Zhang for now. However, this matter must be reported throughout the town,” Yang Ding stared at Zhang Mu and said in a daze.

“But... I remember we invited an expert to appraise it before. He was certain that this cauldron was just a replica,” Lin Moxian recalled, puzzled.

He overturned the nearest table; the freshly brewed coffee spilled everywhere, and the glass cups shattered completely on the floor.

However, as she passed by Xiao Yang with her clothes in hand, Xiao Yang sensed something was amiss.

“I...” Shi Ge’s breath became chaotic, for his thin lips were now exhaling softly at her ear.

“If you are here, little sister, why is father nowhere to be seen?” Mu Lingxue glanced around, but saw no one else.

That day, Zi Yun, a disciple of the Tang Sect in Shu, arrived in Yanjing. Qing Xuan met him in a hotel.

Mrs. Yan had regained some composure and dignity. She shook her head, gazing out the window without uttering a word.

The doctor had always said Ruoyue was too thin, her height and weight disproportionate. Now that she was pregnant, she had to eat more of everything.

Using a fierce beast’s crystal core to hinder the enemy’s pursuit, then ambushing the weakest Immortal Lord Luo—this tactic could truly wear down their experts bit by bit.

Li Cunxiao pressed slightly, and the sharp sword edge neared his throat, drawing several streaks of blood.

Nearly one hundred thousand troops had been transported to the north bank of the Zhang River, landing on the dunes. The remaining hundred thousand soldiers began boarding the returning bamboo rafts, moving onto the water.

Cheng Zhiyu’s day-and-night routine was reversed; she slept until noon before rising. At the top of the stairs, she smelled the aroma of food. The living room had been cleaned, the windows bright and spotless. It was nothing like the usual clutter.