Chapter 26: What Are You Calling Me, You Bald Donkey?

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Among the supplies Chu Tian had gathered, most were things he thought might prove useful. Aside from various electrical appliances and equipment, there was also a considerable amount of military hardware. Although his system space already contained a substantial stockpile of military supplies, such things would eventually run out. It was wiser to make further preparations.

The newcomer appeared to be around fifty, but given that humans on the continent of Allen lived an average of one hundred and fifty years, that age could only be considered early middle age.

Moreover, judging from the circumstances, there might be no force on this planet capable of bringing down this enormous dragon.

Chu Tian knew that these factions possessed far more than just fifth-level ability users. He had a feeling that among the major powers there were very likely sixth-level ability users, or even beings of still higher rank.

Over the past few months, every faction close to the Ninth Legion had faced threats and probing to varying degrees.

If they ultimately gained nothing, the losses they suffered during this period might take thousands of years to recover. Divine-level experts were clear-minded, yet for the sake of generous rewards, they too enjoyed taking risks. No one who lived too cautiously could ever reach the divine level.

They had suffered no major losses, nor had the incident caused any significant repercussions. The other side’s attempt to discredit Olivia had failed.

Li Feng stared in bewilderment. This fellow was actually kind enough not to kill him, but instead wanted to accept him into his sect?

Li Feng hurried inside, only to find that Qin Wenwan had already awakened and was sobbing. The moment she saw him enter, she began to cry even harder.

For a fourth-level world such as the Earth Federation, the only method they knew was to unleash a tremendous burst of energy and blast the opponent to ashes. Yet even striking the target was extremely difficult for them.

Those words also expressed the thoughts of many of the human Saint Ancestors present. After the Saint Ancestor of Tianqin, the title of First Saint among humanity would undoubtedly belong to Qin Hengtian of the Sacred Desolate Mountain. As for becoming the First Saint of the Myriad Gods Grand Cosmos, however, he would still need some time.

Fictik’s abstruse words left Wang Zhen as bewildered as though he had entered a realm of clouds and mist. From beginning to end, he had not understood a single sentence.

“Report! We are all aware of the situation you described. Just issue the order to commence operations!” the regimental commander of the First Regiment shouted impatiently.

Thus, the group traveled north overland to Moon Harbor. From there, they boarded a merchant ship bound northward, passed through several places, and finally arrived in Tianjin.

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Just as Li Junhao ordered Durabo to reorganize his men and withdraw from the mining area, the British mine guards who had been taken prisoner noticed that their captors had relaxed their vigilance. They immediately began whispering among themselves.

The next day, Li Banghua took the Shanhai Garrison cavalry under Zhao Shuijiao as his main force, leading Dalai Chuer and Jirentai with their troops southwestward in search of a decisive battle with the Ordos Left-Wing Taiji, Zhamusu.

You do have some ability, but don’t get complacent. The real show is yet to come. Yuan Wei sneered inwardly. If one plan failed, he could simply try another. This was his home ground, and he had plenty of ways to deal with Lin Feng.

Within the inner chamber, a gust of eerie wind swept through the room from nowhere. Four oil lamps went out in an instant, and their ominous light made Elder Song’s face resemble that of a vengeful ghost.

Hu Chengpeng had only just raised his head and had not yet reacted when he felt an electric current surge through his body. He was instantly electrocuted unconscious.

Moreover, Situ Xing had the feeling that the restored Golden Man of Great Qin had become even more sturdy than before.

Nie Wanluo was well aware of how busy Qiao Neng’s life was. Yet when she rose from bed and saw the message on her phone indicating that Qiao Neng had already arrived at the company and was preparing for a meeting, her heart ached for him once again.

Besides, Xin Qing had continued to honor the weight-loss pact she had made with her former boyfriend. In her heart, she surely still cherished that relationship.

If the two armies were allowed to converge, wouldn’t everything they had done before—and all the sacrifices they had made—become meaningless?

At the time, everyone had been chatting and laughing. Yu Wenci’s grandmother was extremely talkative and had drawn her into a long conversation.

“That is the look of envy. From the overcoat to the Buddhist prayer beads, whenever they look at each other, there is a happy light in their eyes. That is the kind of love I envy.”

After the squad leader left, Liu Changyou entered the mess hall. He said nothing, but first sat down and finished his meal alongside Zeng Guofan.

This sent Muhammad into a furious rage. His plan should have worked perfectly, but who could have imagined that Wushi would select seasoned veterans from among the other pirate factions, exposing the scheme?

“The Qing naval forces have already engaged the Guangnan pirates in battle. If nothing unexpected occurs, the fleet should have withdrawn to Lingao by now,” Miao Qiandao, deputy commander of Fuyang Garrison, said from the side.

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Had Su Yunxiu been sober, she might not have been provoked. But against a drunken Su Yunxiu, this trick was highly effective.

She could no longer remain by his side, so despite her family’s objections, she entered the entertainment industry and became a household-name celebrity. All she wanted was to appear in his field of vision from time to time. She was not unaware that he was drifting farther and farther away from her; she simply could not escape the prison she had built for herself around him.

Charan was decisive indeed. Once he resolved to yield Bai Litan, he actually captured the people who had come seeking protection. For the Myriad Illusion Sect itself, such a move was deeply damaging to its reputation.

“Does the Governor-General know that Lord Han is now the second grand secretary of the imperial court?” Fan Yongdou asked again.

Yuluo turned her head and stared at Mingnan in shock. He had never discussed this matter with her before, nor had he given her the slightest hint. There was no way she could remain unshocked.

Du Qianjie had been dazed and had not realized that Old Master Meng had fainted. Only after Emperor Huayu told him did he hurriedly nod. Reaching out, he lifted the box containing Meng Tian’s remains, gently settled it on his shoulder, and flew outside.

The Donglin faction had impeached him in this manner because they were still unsatisfied. In actual history, Guo Zengguang had been impeached by the Donglin faction solely for building a shrine to Eunuch Wei; there had been no mention of any other connections.

The scene fell silent once more. After waiting several seconds, the increasingly impatient Fire Spirit raised its head and glanced at the commentator.

He had not been able to cry properly for a very long time, because a grown man was not supposed to weep like that.

Given the sheer number of cultivators coming and going, he wanted to bring them under some form of organized management. Thus, the idea of “building a guesthouse” arose, and he constructed this building.