32. Who Could Possibly Be Better Than Me!

Xiao Qingshan hurriedly stepped in to mediate, wiping away his tears as he choked out, "Ruojun, it is fine to vent these frustrations in the cellar, in front of your comrades, but that is enough."

From Wei Fang's reaction, Lin Xi sensed something amiss. Realizing the truth, she immediately wore a mischievous smile, though Mo Wen felt a chill at the sight of her blooming grin.

These pitiful commoners, having unleashed their initial rage, began to flee in a frantic panic.

Now that Ye Pingyu had arrived, if he wanted to gain a foothold in the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, he would inevitably have to face the reality of power players like Ma Minghai. Whether to cooperate with them to accomplish his tasks was a very pragmatic question.

In the end, though they narrowly avoided most of the attacks, they were still clipped by beams of black light, struck as if by lightning, and spat out mouthfuls of blood.

If their patriarch could advance further, their Heavenly Demon Palace would sweep across the Second Astral Realm, perhaps even transcending the holy cities themselves.

The cultivation began. As the old man’s body burned with flames, countless soul fragments drifted around him, and a mysterious scene began to unfold.

"I am Mo Wen, a doctor invited by Elder Hei to treat the ancestor. You not only fail to welcome me but attempt to drive me away—what kind of logic is that?" Standing with his hands behind his back, Mo Wen spoke in a calm, indifferent tone.

"Oh, stop changing the subject!" Watching Ye Yiren, Zhou Sisi waved her hand with a smile. Whether there was a difference or whether she had observed it didn't matter; what mattered was that she wanted to know what was on Ye Yiren's mind.

In the darkness, after furrowing her delicate brows, a golden stream of light erupted from her eyes. The darkness seemed unable to withstand its radiance any longer. Through this release of heavenly fire, she clearly felt her cultivation had improved significantly.

"I don't know how to put it... that look was as if she were seeing a lover she had been separated from for many years," Dai Su'er mused.

"Is something still missing?" Wei Feng couldn't help but frown. After throwing over a dozen punches in succession, this question kept surfacing in his mind.

But today was different. Gu Panpan was by his side; if he showed weakness, wouldn't he be looked down upon by her? More importantly, with Wei Feng and Ouyang Bingbing watching the show, if he were to flee in terror, what face would he have left before them?

Professor Lu, who had been expected for five or six days, finally arrived at Sangjiawu. Looking travel-worn, he seemed even thinner and darker than before.

However, Doro still felt the water was receding too slowly and began pounding the bottom of the bottle, nearly causing a disaster.

At the same time, the Chinese coaching bench erupted in cheers. Shen Fu could no longer contain his excitement, continuously hugging and high-fiving those around him.

"Well, 'learning onions' means 'pretending to be garlic'—that’s the general idea," Taishui explained with some difficulty.

"How is the situation on the 'Pancheng'?" Isoroku Yamamoto asked in a hoarse voice, staring at the smoke-filled sea in the distance.

Thinking of this, Doro went along with the captain's claim, then introduced the demons to the captain and the others, though he described them as his followers.

The Green Jade Sword, the Phoenix Feather Needle, the Jade Pixiu... he checked every item capable of killing or saving lives two or three times to ensure there were no mistakes, using these repetitive actions to ease the inexplicable tension and oppression in his heart.

Since Lady Qi became the empress, her family's status in the country soared. Her brother, Qi Che, was even appointed Grand Minister of the Masses, holding a first-rank official position comparable to the Three Excellencies—a position of immense power. The Qi clan not only wantonly planted their cronies in the government but were also insatiably greedy, eventually coming into conflict with the ruling King Gongmin.

Although Zhao Junyong and his cohorts were headstrong and self-opinionated, they could still guess the intentions of the Yuan court. Zhang Shicheng was currently the most prominent figure, drawing the fierce counterattacks of the Yuan army. If Zhang Shicheng failed, the Yuan forces would turn west, and they would be the first to bear the brunt. Thus, for their own survival, they wanted to help Zhang Shicheng.

Chu Xun was an outsider, and since Gu Kaiyuan had provoked him first, killing him was justifiable. If he attacked Gu Yao without cause, he would be offending the Gu family to the death.

"Judging from the scene just now, your research in this area is already very advanced. How exactly did you create such a magnificent scene?" A cat’s curiosity is quite high, especially in the two-dimensional field she loves.

The carpet in the room had been treated in some way, making it extraordinarily flammable. The flames had barely crept in before they were already raging.

From that moment, he realized he came from a foreign realm and was no longer eternal in this world. Death... was so close to them.

Having finished speaking, ignoring Guo Hutou's shouts, he smashed his fist into Bai Wang's face in full view of everyone. Inside and outside the north gate of the Zhao camp, chaos erupted instantly.

With a dull thud, the cross-eyed man didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed face-first onto the ground.

The training camp had only arrived at Longxinggou yesterday, and before they could even settle in, they received an urgent military order from Zhao Dangshi in the middle of the night.

As he spoke, Gu Ming began operating his electronic bank. Within minutes, a notification of a 200,000-yuan transfer appeared on Tan Xinyao's phone.

Giving a glance behind him, the clerk presented a thick stack of banknotes on a tray, each worth ten thousand taels, neatly stamped with the bank's seal.