Volume 1, Chapter 18: The Destruction of the Xuan Paper

Liao Hua led his troops out of Wancheng, and in less than a month, he had captured over a dozen cities, with most of Nanyang Commandery falling under his control. Meanwhile, Guan Yu marched his main army to Luyang, launching repeated assaults on the city.

His mastery of calculation was virtually unrivaled, even in the higher realms. Yet, despite this, the results regarding his own affairs remained a complete blank.

In truth, every pirate was well aware of the risks; their differing opinions were merely a manifestation of their fear of retaliation from the Great Wei Navy.

At that moment, Shen Fu suddenly heard Yang Zhijun’s voice in his ear. They had now basically confirmed that the enemy was definitely lying in ambush ahead. What the aerial scouts had spotted earlier was merely a lure intentionally cast by the enemy. However, they were far too naive if they thought they could catch them off guard this way.

Just as the Yellow Rose was less than ten centimeters from Scathach’s heart, Diarmuid suddenly felt a sharp pain in his own chest.

Shen Fu felt a slight pang of guilt, though he did not show it on his face. In fact, the elderly researchers at the Kabaneri Institute had all begun practicing magic, which could at least extend their lifespans to a certain degree and restore their learning abilities to their youthful prime.

Yang Yi walked behind the stone statue and cast an uneasy glance at Yuan Fang before quickly averting her gaze. By now, Yuan Fang had already removed his shirt.

"Since it is the Immortal Infant Dao-Pattern Fruit, then this is a risk I must take, no matter what," Ge Dongxu suppressed the wild joy in his heart and said with a calm expression.

The artificial rockery, standing three or four meters high and over five meters in diameter, was struck by this thunderous blow and, as if hit by a ten-thousand-ton crusher, instantly pulverized into dust.

At close range, one could see that the white-haired old woman was not actually that old. Aside from the heavy wrinkles and age spots on her face, she appeared to be only in her fifties or sixties.

"Can the western front hold?" Hu Hao asked the soldier who had just delivered a fresh supply of ammunition.

An astonishing blade intent suddenly erupted within the formation, clashing incessantly against the sword intent unified by the thirteen men, shattering many of the surrounding stones.

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Let Sister Qingwan also witness my miraculous methods so she knows her husband is no mere mortal. I shall intimidate her first; let’s see if she dares to rebel or run away from home on a whim in the future.

Madam Qian said slyly, "What a suspicious girl you are. Very well, goodbye then." With that, she walked down the steps.

Tang Long said something to Ning Shuang, yet he did not tell her about the findings discovered through forensic technology—the lividity, rigor mortis, and subcutaneous hemorrhaging.

Although he missed Shi Lei, the special forces operative was highly experienced in combat; without hesitation, he brought his blade down in a follow-up strike toward the top of Shi Lei’s head, the entire movement flowing in one seamless motion.

"The military headquarters has important matters? Good, it must be a major war; otherwise, we staff officers wouldn't have been recalled at this hour!" Ma Xiongjin said, clearly delighted.

The group entered the deep mountains, where the booming sound of a waterfall could be heard from afar—it must have been a massive and towering cascade.

Zhang Fan and Nalan Ruobing rushed out of the tent, throwing out eight Five-Emperor coins, which struck the demon one after another, preventing it from attacking Zhang Hanqin again.

Only then did Kong Yun truly take a serious look at the strange turtle before him. It was strange enough that it looked this way, but to think it possessed the supernatural ability to teleport and was so remarkably human-like.

At this time, small wooden houses had been built at intervals along the foot of the mountain at the Treasure Pavilion. Wei Zhendong realized that these structures were for the sentries on duty.

Mo Quan stared blankly at the man before him, his emotions in turmoil. For this fox to be imprisoned here and yet speak with such grandiosity—could it be that its cultivation was even higher than the Unity Realm? Recalling the world-destroying aura from moments ago and the power that had allowed him to teleport, he suddenly found himself firmly believing the fox’s words.

Although the voice on the other end of the phone was offering greetings, it was unmistakably laced with a thick, deep-seated hatred.

Li Dali walked out of the club, intending to find a secluded spot to retrieve his motorcycle.

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Three first-tier talismans and two second-tier talismans were enough to take down a second-tier demonic beast. Based on market prices, the five talismans would cost ninety-nine spirit stones, while a second-tier demonic beast could only be exchanged for one hundred contribution points, which in turn could only be traded for ten spirit stones.

Although Yang Mo had stated this very clearly, Lin Wanxuan’s face remained fixed in a look of shock.

Some leaders simply cannot go out without an entourage. There are many things they find inconvenient or unwilling to do themselves that always require someone else to handle, or perhaps some are simply accustomed to being pampered and served.

Having accidentally stumbled upon this golden-banded snake last time, Lin Xing had later specifically looked up relevant information and consulted Lin Qi, learning that the golden-banded snake belonged to the metal-attribute ferocious beasts. They were sporadically distributed in wild forests and mountainous regions, capable of reaching second or third-tier strength upon maturity, with the highest recorded instance being fifth-tier.

In town, the Dragon Whisker Noodles had become famous. One was as thin as a thread, and the other was its resonant name, the "Dragon Whisker" hand-pulled noodles. Everyone who had eaten them gave rave reviews, and even those who didn't care for thin noodles admitted that the texture was excellent.

Shen Xiaoxiao’s complexion shifted from a pale pink to a deep crimson, and finally, a shade of purple. She snatched the leaf and tore it into fragments.

"Alright, since it’s come to this, I’ll go," Sakura looked at her two younger sisters and, with a helpless sigh, slowly swam to the bank, grabbed the railing, and climbed up.

"Reporters, that is all for now. Today’s promotional conference ends here," the host said, timing the conclusion to cut off the reporters' questions.

Yan Xi felt amused inside. This fool—he was already so dim-witted, yet he had even removed the "Ba" (dominating/heroic) from his name. Was he trying to make his own stupidity seem more reasonable?

Having endured such pain and despair, he suddenly began to binge on food and drink. As an artist, he usually had to restrain his diet, but his sudden overindulgence was bound to cause trouble.