Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Method of Troop Recruitment

With this, Xiao Ziling’s fractured wrist finally served a purpose. Letting that fellow free himself early was simply to ensure some peace and quiet, sparing everyone from his incessant and pointless yelping.

"I never expected the Miao sorcery lineage to have degenerated to such a state. I truly wonder how your predecessors taught you!" Mu Yunfeng stepped forward and said softly.

But before that, it was time to eat. Lu Yu immediately took the string of tubers hanging from his stick, removed two, wiped the dirt from their skins, gave them a few vigorous shakes, and casually wiped them on his pajamas. Then, man and dog began to eat eagerly.

Perhaps this time it was merely a request for Liu Chongjing to provide a bit of intelligence, but once he tasted the sweetness of it, he would sink deeper and deeper. Perhaps next time, he would be asked to perform even more extreme acts. By the time he suddenly realized the truth, he would be in too deep, and it would be too late to turn back.

After all, he had previously kept Diao Yanneng and his associates under house arrest. If he did not resolve this grievance now, given Diao Yanneng’s promising future, it would be troublesome if the man were to return to suppress him after attaining a high position.

Lin Yi decisively retracted the black hole. Feeling the values in his mind surging wildly, he didn't even have time to check how high they would climb before manifesting a massive green wall barrier in the air before him.

Ji Feng, however, was deeply worried: "Will those old fogies be willing to part with their resources?" Aren't those people the type who only take and never give?

Lin Yi felt the opponent’s force continuously intensifying and instinctively felt distressed. If this were to continue, he would undoubtedly face defeat.

"Sigh..." An Zi felt deeply discouraged. He tossed aside his guitar, retracted his origin microphone, and went to the dining hall to rest—it was like playing music for a pig.

Hearing this, Murong Lan’s heart trembled slightly. With tears in her eyes, she said, "No matter where I go, to the ends of the earth, there will always be a place for me." Having said this, she turned and started to walk away.

Linghu Qiu let out a hearty laugh. Extending his index finger, a vibrant green light, as tangible as a blade, shot out instantly and shattered the incoming sword energy.

At this moment, there was not a single scar left on his body. Beneath the previously blood-stained skin, his complexion was smooth, fair, and delicate.

Although Li Ziyuan had keenly identified the gaps around the Japanese and puppet army’s encirclement and managed to leap out before they completed it, this did not mean he would safely reach the secret passage that bypassed the Japanese-held strongholds at Qiaokou and Luoma.

A man snuck into Wu Ming’s room. He slowed his steps, yet still startled the distracted Wu Ming. Turning around, Wu Ming was shocked to see Liu Wuhen, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Alright, let's pack up. If we don't go back, His Majesty the Emperor will wake up. I also need to prepare the acupuncture needles and decoctions for you." Feng Yiluo calmly withdrew the needles and helped Murong Zhi toward the bedchamber.

"This servant belongs to Her Majesty, not the Emperor." Lixia had at least that much conviction. Gu Lingge had promised her freedom long ago; from that moment on, Lixia had been a free woman. She chose to serve Gu Lingge, but she would not do the same for anyone else.

Liu Yunqing, Xie Nianyi, and Hua Qingyi couldn't help but laugh when they heard Ai Xiang’er ask that question, as it was truly a question that shouldn't have been asked.

Decay will eventually be changed; this was almost a truth. This was Lan Pingtian’s truth. But even though both father and son were as omnipotent as gods, they did not know that at the gate of the Lan family estate, a man named Gao Yong was already planning to bring about change.

Karete could not afford to dwell in her own thoughts. With a look of shock and confusion, she pleaded with Hades and then listened intently as he continued.

Leng Baixue and Yang Xiaohui followed in pursuit; they wanted to watch Jin Mantang be killed.

The azure blade in Leng Baixue’s hand struck out attack after attack, suppressing the dozens of demon experts surrounding her.

The divine weapon pierced through Lin Hai’s waist, the pristine sword energy wreaking havoc within his body.

Ghost Song: Flapping wings and inflating the throat pouch to perform. Red waves enhance one's own strength or induce rage in other monsters.

Lu Jiu, wearing the dress prepared by Jian Yuxi, walked down the street feeling very awkward. Usually, she only wore a large black robe with two sleeves; during battle, it would cling to her body, helping to cover her private parts.

The passage was a staircase extending diagonally downward, and the group of thirty-odd people slowly moved forward by the dim light.

"According to my investigation, Jeral’s mother holds the absolute position in his heart. He appears ascetic, but in reality, he has been researching ways to resurrect her. I even suspect he made off with the remains of the black-veined plague beasts beneath the logging fortress; otherwise, Giver would never have been unable to find those things."

"Violetta, sit down. How have the children been lately?" The elder Griffinheart made a gesture of invitation, and they began to chat.

As the car drove several meters away, Xu Ziqing looked back and saw Xu Rubao huddled there like a quail, looking truly pitiful.

"So that's how it is! It just so happens that I have a task in the underworld that requires someone like you to carry out," the Yama said, his voice revealing the majesty of an emperor.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two were not paying attention, she quietly hoarded a few plump, juicy buns into her own bowl.

At this moment, Ye Bing couldn't think that much. He simply felt that it was a pity for someone with such cultivation to die like this. Perhaps out of a momentary spark of compassion, he moved to save him.

Clearly, they had arrived too late; the scene held nothing but traces of a struggle and some blood.

Snakes, insects, rats, and ants scurried about. The surroundings seemed to be filled with countless flickering eyes secretly observing her, yet every time she turned her gaze toward where those eyes seemed to be, she found nothing.

The world knows the "Sword King" simply as the Sword King, but they do not know his true name is "Star Slash," and that he bears the surname Shanyan: Shanyan Xingzhan.

As she was thinking, she was careless and her white dress caught on a withered tree. *Snap!* Liu Yu Shiyuan stumbled and fell face-first onto the yellow grass. Sharp, tangled branches grazed her cream-like skin and pierced her ankle, causing blood to spurt out and instantly stain her pristine white gown.