Volume 1, Chapter 29: Listening to the Opera at the Tavern

Old Man Diao and Grandpa exchanged glances, neither expecting matters to have reached this point. Old Man Diao had entrusted his inventory to Wen Yiming out of genuine admiration, while Grandpa had only extended his cooperation following the recommendation of a friend who claimed that the Yunxiang Pavilion possessed deep-rooted connections.

Wu Qingcheng offered a mysterious smile. Without a word, she began dialing a communication device. Once connected, she spoke only one sentence: "Assemble at the Hunter Guild in Tianwu City," and then cut the line.

During the Battle of the Fishing Port last year, the Tatars had suffered a total rout at the hands of the Tiance Army, despite having nearly triple the manpower. This time, the Tatars numbered only a few thousand—fewer than their own forces. Even if they could not completely annihilate this contingent, inflicting a heavy blow was well within their reach.

The bells on the sachet hanging from his waist rang frantically. With the sound, countless hands reached out from the earth, clawing wildly and slithering around Lu Jue’s feet, as if they would drag him down at any moment.

No one spoke. The members of the karate club gazed at him with awe, and when Chen Tianxiu looked their way, they all reflexively averted their eyes.

Chi Yao was blocked and felt a surge of irritation, but upon recalling the Master of Su Feng Palace—who prioritized cultivation above all else—she hesitated, coming to understand Hua Jieyu’s difficult position.

Had it not been for the adaptive mask refined by Zhou Xuantong, he likely would not have even managed to return to the western city of Tiansheng.

Such experiences left the reformers feeling fortunate, yet at the same time, a sliver of unease and fear took root in their hearts.

Just as Hu Yue and the others were swearing an oath to the children killed by the mother lizards, vowing to make them pay in blood, the mother lizards were fleeing toward the southwest, mounted on Lightning Horses—mechanical beasts even more ancient than the octopedal Pegasus models.

Long Tuo immediately pressed his brow, and the Martial Luminary Dao Seal erupted with brilliant light, pushing his combat power to a terrifying 150,000. Within the radiance, the phantom of a withered tree, half a person's height, materialized.

Zhou Huaishan had already fallen out of favor with the Emperor; he was merely waiting for his term as Prefect of Huaiyang to expire, after all, he had no idea to which remote corner the Emperor would banish him next.

The arrangement was mainly to accommodate the two elders, Yu Hengzhi and Tong Jili, as they had many fellow disciples in the area and lived close to the opera house.

"It’s just a hot spring before bed. I’m not going to do anything to you. Why are you so nervous?" Xiao Jing said.

Of course, this was only relative to ordinary people; in Qin Shou’s eyes, there was no difference. He didn't even think much of the "Chosen," let alone beings without any superpowers.

Jiang Hanqiu truly understood that everything required moderation. Just like market analysis, he knew that if one had to face such things, one had to discern the best course of action for the next step.

The doctor hesitated for only a moment before handing over the scans detailing Shu Nan’s condition. In truth, having seen injuries that could be described as quite severe, Shu Nan himself was well aware of the situation.

Recalling that wedding—which lacked both ceremony and blessings—she realized how truly laughable that period of her life had been.

Although they were all immersed in the Great Dao and had not heard Ye Chu’s words, they could guess a thing or two from what Jiang Hui had said.

Bian Que spoke the truth. Since she had introduced the concept of "Observation, Listening, Inquiry, Pulse-taking, and Auscultation" to Traditional Chinese Medicine, it had flourished for over two thousand years throughout history. While his medical skills were excellent, times were progressing, and he could not claim absolute certainty.

If he had harbored even a shred of hostility toward Ye Fengyun before, he now truly regarded him as a "brother."

The Iron-Backed Bear gazed at Wang Li’s fist, which seemed as small as an ant's, and a look of deep disdain flashed in its crimson beast-eyes. Although its massive size made it somewhat slow, its reflexes were sharp; it raised its rock-hard paw and swiped toward the trajectory of Wang Li’s fist.

She had truly lived a life of leisure and comfort for a time. Just as she had imagined, she was waited on hand and foot, with a little money and plenty of free time—it was as satisfying as one could hope for.

Following Zhang Xiu’s retreat, Jin Xuan, the Administrator of Wuling Commandery, feared that his territory would soon fall. Upon hearing news that Lu Bu was coming to provide aid, he raised an army to attack Lingling, hoping to avoid Wuling’s fate.

"Then why hasn't he come yet?" Ying Qubo was shaken by Li Tian’s ability to see through his cultivation at a single glance, but his face remained calm and composed, as still as stagnant water.

Zhao Yan cursed inwardly; compared to his previous two opponents, Xiu Zhe’s strength was in a completely different league. Such a sudden spike in his opponent's power caught Zhao Yan off guard.

However, the man in the brocade robe had no intention of letting him go. He shook his long spear, which surged forward like a dragon, its momentum heaven-shaking, as he thrust it directly at Fang Huanyu’s chest.

"But I don’t want to, and I cannot." Zheng Guangtang replied, his words laced with a certain secret.

At the break of dawn the next day, a milky-white mist drifted across the land like thick smoke heavy with moisture. The white fog gradually thickened, as if the ocean had been brought to a boil, with heat rising in billowing clouds.

"In my Blood Demon Valley, where else could you possibly escape to?" After flying no more than ten miles, the cold voice returned. Somehow, Ji Sheng had blocked his path once again.

This clearly showed that the status of the Empress of the God Emperor was by no means low in the Asahi Kingdom.

When encountering such a situation, the wisest course of action was to log off immediately without a word. One had to escape before the opponent could drag them into combat status.

However, the sheer intensity of this duel was enough to leave Donna and the enchantress stunned.

The stakes this time were too high; the amount of over one hundred million US dollars made her hesitate in her decision-making.

A stray piece of glass had sliced Li Aichuan’s cheek, and a drop of blood traced the line of his face. Yet, in that moment, his eyes were entirely consumed by sorrow.

Li Aichuan strolled through the picturesque scenery, absorbing the exquisite atmosphere, as a rider on a white horse trotted past gracefully in the sunlight.

The enemy’s surprise attack ignited the rage of the demons. The remaining Crypt Lords began to lash out with their whips at the diving air force, striking and dragging, attempting to scatter the annoying foes.

Outside Ning-shu Town, the Tibetan troops, having fled for over half an hour, looked up to see the fluttering Tibetan banners above the garrison and smiled in relief. Never had they felt more comforted by those familiar flags than at this very moment.