Volume 1, Chapter 24: Gu Changning in Trouble

I spent the entire day in a daze, listless at work, and with no idea where to go once I clocked out.

Upon learning that Li Hui had arrived, Old Madam Wu actually went to the mourning hall of Sun Ce in person to welcome him. Sun Ren looked at Li Hui, her cheeks flushed, and kept her head bowed, focusing only on supporting her mother, not daring to steal a single glance at him.

Yang Qingshan did the math in his mind and called Director Fang while in the car to inquire about the herbal medicine street. It turned out that because the area had been stagnant for years, a decision to redevelop it had been made five years ago, and they had been searching for buyers ever since. Now that wealthy investors like Qin Hui and Liu Yijian had appeared, Director Fang naturally agreed.

However, Jun Mo speculated that the most likely explanation for these seven men was that they had caught the eye of a scion from a great aristocratic clan, who had taught them this defensive battle formation as a means of self-preservation.

Li Hui’s head ached; it took Zhou Cang repeating himself twice for Li Hui to grasp the situation. Shiyi was very close to Zhending; if a large band of outlaws came to raid, they could arrive in less than two hours. Li Hui immediately ordered Zhou Cang to lead his troops to patrol outside the village, deploy scouts, and report at top speed if a large force of bandits approached.

Since this was her own turf, Qiuqiu had frequented many nightclubs back when she hung out with He Lan and the others, so she was familiar with "Dream Lucky." It wasn't the most elite club, but it had its own unique character. Usually, the fresh-faced, reckless youths loved to hang out there.

This man was none other than Jiang Hen. Knowing that his Daoist heart cultivation could not keep pace with the rapid advancement of his internal energy, Jiang Hen constantly tempered his heart. The pristine, untouched primeval forests of Mount Tai held the existence of a natural Dao.

This was clearly treating patients' lives as a joke. Medicine is black and white; there is no room for doctors or patients to ask for a "do-over."

"I've only been Vice President for two months; where would I get an annual salary? Sigh." After Wu Di finished speaking, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

"No need. What the old man needs most right now is quiet," Yang Qingshan said coldly.

Clearly, Zhang Xinyu had two goals with this move. First, to resolve the issue within the Yunlan Sect, where numerous factions existed, each preserving its own strength, making unified command difficult.

Only then did he realize that the one who had pulled him in was Long Xuan, sitting in the passenger seat. Seeing the mocking sneer on Long Xuan's face, a nameless fear flashed through the assassin's heart. He subconsciously pulled the trigger repeatedly, but all the bullets struck the roof of the car. Moments later, the pistol clicked empty as the firing pin struck nothing.

Suddenly sensing the disappearance of the Tailed Beast chakra, Fugaku deactivated his Mangekyou Sharingan, and his golden warrior construct vanished along with it.

Long Xuan had no idea who the owners of these bones were, and naturally, he could not answer the question. Shangguan Wan'er seemed a bit braver this time; she didn't walk with her eyes shut in fear like before, but she followed closely behind Long Thirteen, her face deathly pale, stumbling along the path of white bones.

The archer impatiently nudged his short magic wand with his elbow; the shaking of his leg was enough for even him to feel it while sitting in his seat.

The next moment, the entire deck fell into a silence that lasted for several seconds. Then, realizing what had happened, the two, including Pekoms, shouted in horror.

During the experimental process, there are always minute elements that cannot be controlled. No matter how advanced the technology, as long as one cannot process materials at the atomic level, it is impossible to be entirely free of impurities.

The arbiter known as Cipher attempted to repair his body with gray mist, but half of his arm had already completely necrosed.

"You say Zhou Xu has a brain tumor; yes, you heard correctly. Zhou Xu does have a brain tumor," Bao Lina said with absolute calmness.

After the Orc Shaman ran excitedly out of the great hall, the aged Orc King turned back, filled with anxiety, and knelt before the towering statue of the Beast God above the hall, praying in a low voice, his face twisted in pain.

To have persisted for so long under this dark, soul-corroding power, to have been able to contend with it, and even to retain the peak cultivation of a Dao Tribulation after being forced to relinquish some of his power—

"I'll give you one minute!" Green Mantian didn't actually hang up the communication with Zhang Lang, but he deliberately raised an arm, and a one-minute countdown appeared on his wristband.

The burly man with the dark face laughed immediately: "Right, I am his father, the little rascal!" As he spoke, the black mist on his body dissipated slightly.

Just then, another flood had come, but everything was safe and sound; the dam had indeed been useful, and the common people had come to express their gratitude to Murong Sichen.

After killing a few more bounty hunters, Zhang Lang wiped the blood sprayed onto his face. After such a long period of slaughter, his breathing grew slightly ragged.

Sensing his true body’s departure, Xin Sheng stepped leisurely out of the chaos. A sword intent pierced through his body, and the four great Daos—Golden Flame, World-Purification, Suppression, and Life—manifested like dragons and tigers upon the membrane of heaven and earth, conjuring endless visions through the chaotic primeval energy.

Indeed, Qian Yuan was relying at this moment on the power of faith from the Land of Death. Since he had left that place, the power of faith had been continuously transmitted to him through the endless void.

At this moment, Li Xiangxiang and Xiao Wan’ting, standing to the side, had already blurted out the names of their opponents; naturally, they had spoken in sheer astonishment.

Now that he had mastered the technique of guiding Qi, he could infuse it into various Daoist arts, and the effects were finally beginning to show.

I shouted, "Get lost!" The character for "Official" manifested on my left hand as I struck backward. The character did not possess much destructive power; my intention was merely to reveal my identity and scare it off.

The aircraft seemed to have only those two ground-attack weapons left. After firing the missiles, it circled once in the air and sped toward the military airfield in the north.

"We haven't been guarding the Emperor all along? When the Emperor offers the medicine, we can just stop him from taking it," Ouyang Ying suggested.

High above the vast sea, Ling'er shifted again and again. Each of her instant teleports covered millions of miles; though the distance between Heavenly Immortal Island and Plump Island was great, at her speed, it would take her no more than a few days to arrive.