Chapter 31

Then, report by report, the news ascended the ranks, and no sooner had Shen Yun finished recounting the story of the "Song of the Strong Army" than the upper echelon of trainees became aware of the matter.

Instantly, the topic of conversation shifted to revolve around Song Yi’ai—or, more accurately, around Wei Zhentian.

Xuanzang was at a loss for how to respond; he could hardly tell the truth, that the young lady in question was buried under the tree right beside them.

Li Chen let out a sigh of relief, then gripped Chen Mu’s hands and pressed them down with a sudden, forceful motion.

She soared into the air with a sharp cry, and without a word, launched an attack on Nezha and Leizhenzi. Sweeping her arms, she unleashed a sea of flames, which coalesced into a myriad of weapons that shot toward them.

Su Hao felt a flicker of annoyance. From the bottom of his heart, he detested Lu Chan. He could share the spoils with anyone else, but not Lu Chan. It was not merely due to their previous conflict, but a primal, inexplicable intuition that warned him Lu Chan’s existence posed a threat to him. Though he couldn’t pinpoint why, the seeds of hostility toward Lu Chan had already taken root in his heart.

"To hell with it, get your hands off me!" Ma Tao tried to shove me aside, but I had no intention of letting go, suppressing his hands with an impassive expression.

Obito was not yet confident enough to stand his ground against Jiraiya, one of the Sannin. Since he couldn't win, there was no point in engaging, lest he reveal too much intelligence.

Watching the blood-red palm descend, Khepri was terrified to the core; his soul trembled, and he shrieked, desperate to flee the place.

Perhaps I am just a glutton for punishment. He had beaten me, cursed me, even cut me with a blade, yet I had endured it all. I don’t know if it was due to being at the Du household, but for the past few days, he hadn't spoken a single harsh word to me. I truly found myself missing the man he used to be.

Tang Shuihua remembered the scene at the gate of the Nanguan Police Station, where Captain Hong had been beaten by the urban management officers for claiming that receiving a silk banner was a criminal offense.

I had clearly explained to her that morning how to clean the chicken coop and the pigsty, and had kindly reminded her to be mindful of her attire.

After Director Gao explained the cause, everyone realized that they had been overthinking; it was merely a misunderstanding born of their own excessive tension.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten; the figures of those few who are familiar to you do not seem to appear in these mountains," Liu Ping’er remarked. She then reached out and wiped the Cloud Mirror Stone, and the figures of Yin Jiuyou and his companions appeared upon it.

"This is all because of that war in the Western Jin dynasty years ago..." Tian Xuanzi’s voice was frail as he spoke, yet even so, Daozi could clearly discern the deep resentment and hatred laced within his tone.

The door creaked open, and Huang Feiqing and Mu Yunqing’s gazes met; with a tacit understanding, neither spoke.

The more Ji Muxuan touched her belly, the more Wu Lianxuan felt as if something were truly growing inside, even though there had been nothing there before.

This also set the tone for the current negotiation: I would not turn against the Immortal Saint Sect, but the Immortal Saint Sect would have to pay a price.

"My subordinate suspects that this might be the military system demonstrating its power to the Nine Ministers of the court," Chen Chou tentatively suggested.

Like the keyboard warriors of his previous life, they would likely all end up in that Steaming Cauldron Hell.

She stared at him blankly, still looking bewildered, as if she hadn't heard a word he said.

This time, the three people opposite Gao Da simultaneously gasped in unison, their expressions indescribably vivid.

Also known as a stone cannon, it could launch one or more projectiles—be they boulders, gunpowder weapons, or even poisons and corpses—into a city to trigger a plague, making it arguably the world’s earliest biological weapon.

And so! Those who had just been laughing recklessly suddenly ceased their laughter, and the atmosphere in the room turned eerily strange.

He looked at Kiritsugu in shock, his lips moving a few times, yet he remained unable to utter the words.

Having no other choice, Burnier dialed the butler's number and handed the phone to Field.

The Green Field tribesmen were dumbfounded. No, were they really meant to be ridden? These mountain wolves couldn't have gone mad; why would they appear now to be mounted? Could it be that these wolves had been trained by someone?

Although she had explained it before, Shokuhou didn't seem to care whether there were truly scandalous secrets between Levi and Mikoto. Since that day, every time she saw Levi, she put on an air of intimacy and affection, as if she were harboring a scheme to snatch Mikoto’s "boyfriend" away.

Sun Li asked in surprise. She understood her father's aura; in fact, having spent so long struggling in the worlds of politics and business, such an air came to him naturally.

At the entrance to the Gu household stood six rows of fully armed guards, standing as still as wooden statues. Seeing Lu Chen and Yue Nanfei, the six rows of guards simultaneously shifted their gazes toward them, their eyes filled with vigilance.

Unless the opponent had a specific objective, they generally fought in space or at high altitudes.

Suddenly, countless people roared out in rage; clearly, the sight of the heavy halberd had clouded their judgment, and they had spiraled out of control. Had they been outside the ruins and even slightly composed, they never would have uttered such words.

"No," Mo Wuji shook his head. His expression remained indifferent, though in his heart, he was cursing the fellow to death.

Reflecting on the possibilities in his mind, Yuan Xing set his heart at ease. If things were as he suspected, then Han Xing should not be in any immediate danger.

Although it was a weekend, many were still at work. Walking straight into the office area, things were much better than when he had first arrived, with everyone busy at their tasks.

This man was named Moyu, a puppet enthusiast whose method was to control puppets and use them for combat.

Silver blades were drawn one after another. The seven men behind him, refusing to be outdone and driven by a desire to avenge their severely wounded or disabled comrades, charged spiritedly into the green mist that had yet to dissipate.

Ying Si’s health bar began to drop by fifty points at a time. The speed was immense, losing nearly two hundred health points every second.

This final thought lingered in Liang Yan’s mind until she fell asleep. This divination could not possibly be nonsense or fabricated. No matter how one fabricates, it is impossible to invent things that have already occurred.

"She doesn't have the damn time to worry about her. I’m the one who holds a grudge." Qian Qiyao slammed the door shut; that was the final word he left for Jiang Yu.

At these words, Xue Ninghan reached out with her slender, jade-like fingers and tilted Yang Chen’s chin upward. At this distance, Yang Chen could just peer down into the mesmerizing, bottomless abyss, and those two mounds that looked as if they could deflect even a gaze—he couldn't help but gulp, swallowing hard.