Volume One, Chapter 52: Li Ruochu, You Would Be Perfect If You Were Dead

The commander of the Wild Lion Legion was named Kaman, a man of imposing stature and powerful muscles, his hair cropped short like steel bristles. Though he was already over fifty, his physique remained vigorous. Kaman was known for his boldness and straightforward personality, yet his leadership was exceptionally strict; otherwise, he would not have forged the Wild Lion Legion into the premier force of the Double Non-Alliance.

Having finished speaking, Ye Feng placed dozens of mid-grade earth and wood attribute spirit stones onto the protruding section of the basalt slab. This spot had been transformed by Ye Feng’s earth manipulation technique into a recess specially designed to hold spirit stones.

Ke Hao was calculating these matters in his mind, pondering what situation he could create with the clues gleaned from his injury. That situation would determine how far he and his two companions could venture before facing the threat of death.

“Hey! You two, stop your chatter,” the skinny Daoist waved his hand, warning them.

Once Ling had walked off into the distance, the feedback from Black Line’s spiritual sense signaled that surveillance at the entrance was half-complete, covering the equivalent of half a supermarket.

Meanwhile, on the arena, “One Minute” Meng Se understood. He lightly twisted the hand pressed beneath his chin, and a heavy greatsword suddenly soared from below the stage, circling above his head as if alive.

The members of the Potato Mercenary Corps exchanged uneasy glances; they had held onto a sliver of hope for the situation outside, but now it seemed clear that a vast army was indeed poised to besiege the city.

“She’s here already, why rush so much? No one’s competing with her,” Yu Sisi pouted, visibly displeased.

Yet Yang Chong did not stop. He suddenly floored the accelerator, crashing into the obstacle set up by the other side, causing the police car to veer off course. The officers hastily aimed their guns at the vehicle.

Ah Jiu’s heart raced wildly. She still remembered how her grand-uncle and master, Su Eryi, once spoke of his wife, named Rou’er. So many coincidences had converged that she could not help but contemplate Su Zhan’s true identity.

“Don’t look for anything too grand or expensive; just find those under twenty taels,” Yu Tianzheng instructed the steward, focusing on the essentials.

The two left the ancestral hall; at that moment, snowflakes began to fall gently, not heavily, but drifting like willow catkins suspended in midair.

Qian Wangtian raised his hand, and from his twisted staff erupted a massive fire dragon, imbued with the aura of death, surging fiercely toward the incoming wave.

Bai Da’s knowledge was exceedingly varied—refining tools, alchemy, formations, spells, hand-to-hand combat, talisman crafting, and more. He often managed to solve many difficulties, but his weakness lay in lack of specialization. For example, the highly technical restriction he faced now left him at a loss, not knowing where to begin.

“Grandfather! I’m innocent, how could you treat me like this? How could you be so biased toward her?” Qiu Sha cried out in anguish, tears streaming as she reached for Elder Zhan’s sleeve.

The sun set, darkness descended like a monstrous maw devouring heaven and earth. The evening wind howled, leaves rustled, the sky was adorned with stars, and the full moon hung high above.

“Good grandson, the way you call ‘grandfather’ is so sweet. Say it a few more times for me,” Zhong Hou chuckled in delight.

“So, as long as we fight our way to the Blessing Divine Water, we can claim this gray bracelet. Come on, let’s go find some chickens,” Li Dizhen suggested with a smile. Lamo’s cheeks suddenly flushed.

She truly believed she would never see him again in this lifetime. Unfortunately… Xia Ranmo suppressed the sourness in her heart and spoke, “Are you well?” Her tone was indifferent, as though greeting a stranger.

Constable declared that he was merely an ordinary mercenary captain, nothing special, preferring to make friends everywhere and devoted to peace.

Then, a leopard streaked across with incredible speed, smashing straight through the body of a giant horse.

The talisman flew midair, transforming in a burst of flames into a gigantic fire dragon, its mouth gathering a crimson glow.

“Aren’t we all together now? Why would there be no time?” Chi Yuan’er was unconcerned, pulling Lian Sheng into their usual practice chamber.

“Zhen Shan, this is the Black Immortal from the Northeast, a spirit medium. She was the one who saved us,” Du Meng hurriedly explained.

The gathering was scheduled for eight, but Mu Zhaoyang rose before dawn, practiced boxing, ate breakfast, and then ambled outside Bai Yi’s door, coughing now and then as a gentle reminder.

Li Suyu felt a fear unlike any she had ever known, slowly retreating, her only thought to flee this eerie chapel. Yet, as expected, Mei Feng and Zi Shan blocked the doorway, barring her path.

The “leg-man,” meanwhile, was a distinct role within their division of labor. Though like the “hard laborers,” he was a farmer, his position was far superior, possessing extensive experience and often serving as the trusted aide of the overseer.

The White-Haired Ghost King’s lips crackled, and with one enormous hand he grasped the air, producing a piercing tearing sound. Instantly, countless streams of red liquid sprayed forth. With his other hand he stirred the blood, drawing out a bone spear taller than himself.

If the person she cared about were herself, Bai Yi might consider communicating or even befriending him. But upon reflection, they were mere acquaintances, barely familiar, so it was hardly likely that she would be the one.

She silently resolved that, should she survive this ordeal today, she would forever acknowledge this elder sister, Yang Yuxi.

The blue palace shimmered like crystal from afar, exceptionally dazzling. Among all the palaces of the Sky-Stepping Hall, it was one of the most radiant.

Beside them, Sha Zhan and Bang San Niang could barely contain their amusement, nearly bursting into laughter. As for the others who had come with Steward Mo, they too struggled to hold back their smiles, faces flushed red.

After revealing his identity, he easily followed the guidance of other disciples and found the cave dwellings where Ling’er and Xuan’er resided.