Volume 1, Chapter 59: Past Incidents

"Work? Since when can playing games actually be called work?" The voice from behind refused to let me go, and after a few crisp clicks of high heels striking the ground, she caught up with me.

Meanwhile, the allied forces had never managed to gather any intelligence regarding Oufeng's combat methods and military strength. Although the commanders could imagine and speculate, no amount of precise imagination and speculation could serve as a basis for formulating operational plans. This was why Judah's heavy cavalry brigade was sent ahead to probe the defenses.

The weather today could hardly be called pleasant. The sky was pitch dark, not a sliver of moonlight managing to pierce through, making the road ahead all the more obscure.

The renovation project of the old residence in the west of the city remained suspended. The weather was too cold and work efficiency was low; it would be better to wait until the warmth of spring arrived and push through day and night in one go to complete the construction.

Yet Xue Yi was still unaware that the pure remnant soul previously coaxed out of him by the Supreme Elder had already allowed the latter to break through to a new realm, reaching the fifth tier. Had he known, he might have willingly gifted one of the three brightest glowing remnant souls to the Supreme Elder.

Li Wei's mind was in utter turmoil. From the moment the news of Jiang Jun's disappearance reached his ears, he had been consumed by anxiety and filled with melancholy. Yesterday's phone call, although infuriating, at least finally brought him news of Jiang Jun.

It lacked the courage to look back at the sky that had been split apart along with the black clouds.

"You can't put it that way. I might be able to get out unscathed, but the others would probably drop a whole level of experience right here." King of Kings did not show any anger at my deliberate aloofness; instead, he suddenly became quite enthusiastic towards me.

"Perhaps, I should go take a look at the other three of the four perilous lands." Chu Nan gazed at the sky with a helpless sigh.

"Screech—" Duan Ruijie slammed his foot down on the brake, shattering the momentary silence. Only then did he realize that his back was drenched with cold sweat in the dead of this bitter winter.

"It looks like I'll be able to ride my horse this time..." Bai Sheng led his horse over with a helpless, bitter smile, and the two of them walked one after the other toward the South Gate.

All the senior executives were extremely shocked upon hearing Huang Shiyi's words, because they too had been driven to distraction by this war. Gao Wu had almost broken through, and as the high-ranking leaders of Great Yuan, they knew that once Gao Wu stormed in, a bloody massacre was inevitable.

Just as some rogue cultivators and ordinary sect disciples of the Post-Heaven martial realm stepped back, a Post-Heaven disciple from one of the Nine Great Sword Sects stepped forward.

"Excuse me, is this where I pay the fee?" The receptionist, who was still buried in clearing the accounts, lifted her head slightly upon hearing a magnetic voice. To her surprise, a refreshingly handsome man came into view, leaving her momentarily speechless and slow to respond.

Suddenly, Lu Yan felt a wave of dizziness. No, something was wrong with the wine he had just drunk. His vision began to blur, followed by a weakness in his limbs, and his eyelids grew increasingly heavy as he fought to stay awake.

Who would have thought that upon entering the city, they would find fires blazing everywhere, turning the entire settlement into a city of flames. Just a moment ago, the citizens had been holding basins of water to fight the fire, but upon hearing that the Southern Song army had breached the gates, they dropped their basins to the ground in terror.

"What you're saying sounds easy, but where are we supposed to find the time? Given the amount of manpower the Xiaoyao Empire has poured into the North-South border river, half a month is all it takes for us to be left with nothing but a pile of straw!" Qikoff stared fixedly at Ostrovsky and said.

"Elder Zhang, if you don't wake up soon, I'm going to have to bleed you!" Nangong Li's voice carried a chilling edge, snapping Elder Zhang out of his deep meditative trance.

Just as he was lost in thought, Chan Shu hurried running over in this direction. Hearing the commotion, Ruo Yu and Wang Quanming raised their heads simultaneously. Noticing his somewhat unsteady steps and the varying shades of black stains on his robes, they knew instantly that he had been injured.

If this could be considered shocking, Ye Luo's subsequent appearance left him even more at a loss for what to do.

His landing spot was a city street. There were hurried pedestrians on the street as well, yet the order was remarkably well-maintained.

There are those who, when an opportunity presents itself, fail to grasp it or lack the backbone to shoulder it; and there are those who, given a single chance, will use unremitting effort and extraordinary pressure-bearing capacity to step by step overcome hardships and steadily rise to prominent positions. Luo Jinhao was precisely such a person.

Han Yanjun's brow furrowed tightly, and he immediately raised his gaze toward the window, only to discover a flying dart embedded in the open window frame, with a silver lotus blossom hanging from its tip.

On a martial arts training ground within a mysterious palace, a youth in gray robes could be seen standing with his hands behind his back, calmly rooted to the spot.

Many desperate fellows, having no money for food, survived solely on drinking water, and remarkably managed to live quite well for over a decade.

Any ordinary disciple of the four major sects was viewed as an immensely noble existence in the eyes of the seven major clans in Zhongjing.

The others looked at the silly monkey lying nearby, all feeling that this fellow was truly fortunate; having taken just that single blow, he was let off the hook.

Moreover, Sauron's purpose in bringing him here was not entirely pure, so even if he ultimately managed to leave this place, he would feel no gratitude toward him.

The moon in mid-June was round and full, casting a glistening moonlight over the Han family courtyard and bathing it in a tranquil radiance. The night breeze was somewhat sultry, accompanied by the chirping of a few cicadas, yet this did not disturb Han Yanjun from practicing his calligraphy in the night.

Upon seeing Lei Bu die in battle—Lei Bu, Chen Lan, and Zhang Xun having always been the closest among them—Chen Lan and Zhang Xun could no longer contain their fury. Disregarding Ji Ling, they hoisted their weapons and charged forward.