Volume 1, Chapter 34: Offering a Way Out

Zhang Yang’s hands began to roam restlessly across Duo’s back. One hand even slipped inside her clothes, climbing repeatedly over the tender, unexplored peaks of her chest.

On the surface, this sentence seemed to carry little threat, but the Deputy Bureau Chief understood the unspoken implications hidden within. Any one of those implications alone would be enough to put Zhao Chenghu in serious trouble.

The enemy was prepared, and aside from sheer numbers, we held no absolute advantage. Even if we eventually subdued the tribe, I feared the outcome would not be as favorable as imagined.

The mountain peaks soared thousands of miles high, vast and boundless, their total weight impossible to calculate.

The primary reason for my anxiety was the unfamiliar environment, which exerted immense, invisible pressure upon me.

My guess was correct again: the Sea God Tribe and the Volcano Tribe indeed harbored deep conflicts, perhaps even a blood feud. Shanzhu was momentarily dazed, clinging tightly to me; facing such a formidable enemy, his limbs trembled involuntarily.

Seeing the three of them surging with immortal energy and assuming combat stances, Xu Manqing was stunned.

There is no possibility of curing a patient with late-stage liver cancer. At most, medication can prolong their life. As for a full recovery, that is nothing but a fool’s dream.

Interestingly, it is now 1941, and the Chiang Kai-shek government has yet to officially declare war on Japan. If counted from the September 18th Incident, the Japanese war of aggression against China has been going on for ten full years. Why has the Nationalist government not openly declared war on Japan or severed diplomatic relations? Do they still have some reservations?

Although Li Hao’s words were crude and unbecoming of a clan leader, the members of the Li family had to admit that he made a valid point.

Just then, chirping bird calls echoed from outside the Ice Palace, and two massive white cranes were seen spreading their wings as they flew into the hall.

I cried the entire way back to Qixing Street. By then, I had calmed down and returned home as if nothing had happened.

I let out a long sigh. There was no time for excessive sentiment; I simply felt that a major problem had been half-resolved. I cleared off the bed and returned the tools I had taken out back into my bag, though I tucked the silver lock into my pocket.

Zhuge Duhan smiled slightly and handed Leng Meiying another golden VIP card.

When Wang Jing returned, red-faced and boisterous from drinking, Miaozi immediately changed his tune, smiling as he offered him more wine. Wang Jing, of course, had no idea about the conversation between Miaozi and Ma Dong, and he happily downed a few more drinks.

However, they were disappointed. After staggering two steps, Ye Chen rolled his eyes, collapsed, and fell completely silent.

Other artificers would surely lose even more miserably, right? Could it be that we have to accept this result?

Seeing Old Qiao’s motorcade approaching, the people from the Jinyan Hall blocking the entrance panicked. Although their own Yan family members were further out, wouldn’t this maneuver trap these hundred or so people inside?

"I’ll explain that to you later. I found it; I had been hiding it in a pocket inside my clothes!" I waved my hand, as this was not the time for such discussions. I finally remembered the location of the silk pouch and reached for it immediately.

"I kept my promise to you, and since you are the Sect Master, there is no need for thanks," the Grand Elder said.

"Feng Chong is waiting for you there. You two must work together to absorb the Wind-Stone Wood," Tian Ermiao said.

Jingwei knew full well how terrifying the demon before her was. Even someone as powerful as Uncle Dragon King had been easily defeated by him. She reckoned that only her father or the Celestial Emperor could stand against such a foe.

On the surveillance screen, we saw well-trained soldiers engaged in a fierce battle with the zombies. I truly admired these soldiers; their coordination was far superior to ours.

Lin Fan used a teleportation spell to bypass the formation’s barriers and entered the hall, where rows of wooden cabinets stood, filled with vials of medicinal pills.

Wu Shisan looked ahead and saw a massive stone slab lying not far away, which clearly looked as though it had been polished directly out of the bedrock.

Because it was Muyan who had led Tian Ermiao to find Tian Chou last time, and because Tian Ermiao’s state of mind had been inadvertently influenced, Muyan was deeply wary of Tian Chou.

This young man was truly worthy of being the son of the Nether Demon Emperor; his strength and the number of his hidden cards far exceeded his imagination.

Only five minutes had passed, and the entire tomb chamber presented a scene that struck terror into everyone's hearts: before them stood a bizarre formation composed of eighteen stone pillars rising from the ground.

I do not know how much time had passed, but we finally reached the territory of the Soul Clan. Suddenly, several members of the Soul Clan discovered Lin Fan and Long Xuan.

For some reason, Aier’s primary emotion at that moment was not sadness, but rather a profound sense of relief.