Chapter 85: The Ancient Spring River, Hope Base

Jade Consort, who had been chatting with Qiao Jia just moments before, immediately became alert, her once innocent gaze turning fierce and menacing.
“It’s a person.”
Qiao Jia looked toward the woods and patted Jade Consort, signaling her to stay calm.
It was precisely because it was a human that Jade Consort reacted this way.
Still, in this weather, it was not unusual for people to be out searching.
Who could have imagined snow would fall so heavily in spring, or that the temperature would drop below minus fifty degrees?
Hearing the man speak, Xia Chengyuan lifted his foot and gave the man a hard kick, causing him to double over with a muffled groan of pain.
After arriving, I ordered some food to fill my stomach before calling Qin Shuo. Qin was about to start a morning meeting at the company, but I told him it was fine, I’d wait.
“Boss Zhou, there’s no need to be so polite. Just order whatever drink you want!” I said stiffly.
“Of course I’ve heard of it. Isn’t the God of Knowledge in ‘Chronicles of the Divine Realm’ called Neglis?” Neglis replied.
Xu Rongyan called a little after ten, inviting Ye Hansheng out for a drink. Ye Hansheng didn’t want to go at first, but I kept encouraging him. Maybe a drink would help him feel better.

But words were scarce, and promises couldn’t even be spoken aloud; all I could do was pour my concern quietly into the warmth I offered.
After entering the fortress of war, he was led by the warriors and eventually locked in a separate room.
Suddenly hearing Mo Lingran’s dry cough, An Ruoran thought something was wrong and turned to look at him.
Xu Jinlang just wanted to quietly digest the food that had left him uncomfortably full, but Mo Jingyuan—who was the very image of arrogance, coolness, and dominance—acted so out of character that Xu nearly vomited yesterday’s leftovers out of sheer disgust.
He passed through eight cities in the Dashan Prefecture, all exhibiting the same dire state, and only upon reaching the capital did things begin to improve.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw Li Chengye leaning against the doorframe, gasping for breath, looking utterly spent; the bloodstain on the floor was even more shocking.
“I wouldn’t say I’m a martial artist, just an elderly fitness enthusiast at best,” Long Bo said modestly, waving his hand.
Lei Yuan had brought an army of a hundred thousand, densely camped outside Libai City, so close that the garrison at the Zhong Prefecture barracks was already on alert.
She was certain that Chu Nian’s call about the photo wasn’t just about that picture—he must have had something else to say.
“Wait, you said there are gold-ranked ones—so why haven’t they joined the battle?” Blindly Scratching Head asked in confusion.
Even with the snow beast’s speed, it had been running for nearly the time it takes to drink a cup of tea; ahead, the path was growing ever narrower.

Seeing Zhao Yahu enter the private room with a cane, moving gracefully, they hurriedly stood, bowing with utmost respect.
In a place without law or police, could everyone really carry a gun so brazenly?
Master Miaoqing, having slain all the demonic soldiers before her, worried the children might come to harm. She immediately pursued the Heart Demon and Dream Demon, hoping to buy her disciples time to escape.
After a fierce battle with Qingfeng, Xiao Yao had no idea where he was, so he headed toward the sea. But he didn’t know what the situation there was—if any extraordinary beings were watching, and he was discovered, he’d be in danger.
Though he was the chairman, he spent most of his time meeting important clients and celebrities outside the office.
Chang Xingjian and Chang Xingdao’s anger gradually turned to fear—not of Leng Xiaohan, but of the principal of Yingfeng Academy.
I watched, feeling dread. This couldn’t go on; muddle-headed Wu Tu was about to be exposed by the men in black.
In the 48th year of the New Era, the old principal of Shushan University stepped down, and Lin Xingbang was parachuted in as the new head.
Looking all around, this was the outskirts—desolation as far as the eye could see. It was now the deepest darkness before dawn, not a single light in sight.