Chapter 51 (Overlooked 1): Barite

"It's too late—the lowest rank inside the villa is a division commander. By the time they report up the chain, the opportunity will have slipped away." At this critical moment, the tracker could no longer bother with orders. He fired a rescue flare directly into the sky.

"Our private rooms come in three grades: lower, middle, and upper," the attendant explained, clearly taking advantage of the three newcomers. "Lower grade is ten black amethyst coins, middle is one amethyst coin, upper is ten amethyst coins. Where would you like to sit?" He quoted the prices upfront, deliberately, to avoid the trouble of them being unable to pay.

"A truly skillful geomancer not only draws upon the forces of heaven and earth but also offers himself back to the world. Only then is he constantly in harmony with the universe," Nangong Ao declared with pride. "Without this, one cannot grasp the true essence of feng shui, nor comprehend its ultimate way."

I picked up the newspaper on the table and looked closely. It was the local paper from Yanglin Town. The headline reported a major safety incident at a construction site on the outskirts of the city.

"Squeak, squeak." Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak again, a jet-black rat squirmed out of his medicine pouch, darted up his arm, and perched impatiently on his shoulder, chittering in annoyance.

Bai Qianyu nodded with vague understanding. In her eyes, there seemed to be nothing but orders; in her heart, nothing but obedience. Nothing else could find its way in.

It was said that there were only four of these transceiver snails in the world, each in the hands of the Fleet Admiral and the three Admirals of the Navy Headquarters.

Ma Qiao dispatched Moo Moo with a single punch, utterly at ease, but in that brief moment, A Long had already slipped into the sea.

"Boss, you gathered us and said all this—do you mean to give the brothers an explanation, or are you thinking of stepping down?" The man’s tone was laced with sarcasm.

Thus, the battle drew to a decisive close. Xu Rong and Beigong Li, using themselves as bait, sealed off the enemy in Luanbird City and staged a most unusual ambush against the Qiang forces led by Ege.

Su Jinyin sat in her room, trimming the candle’s wick with scissors. She adjusted it, but soon grew bored. She simply stood up and blew out the flame.

Stepping out onto the street, already near the outskirts with few passersby, she wondered where to look for auspicious landforms.

Last night, she truly had no way to shatter the dagger in Zhou Mengru’s hand with a stone, but she genuinely didn’t want Zhou Mengru to be hurt. What she couldn’t achieve, someone else had accomplished for her.

Mu Yuyang clutched his chest, a thin trickle of blood seeping from beneath his silver mask. He was trembling with rage, yet utterly powerless. The divine relic, the Celestial Shield, had been lost from his grasp, he was wounded by a ninth-level golden fiend, and Ke Mobai was nowhere to be found. This mission ended in complete defeat.

Luodan and Luofang entered, scanning the room before their gaze settled on Liaotang, a murderous intent flashing across their faces.

"Nephew, you haven’t gone to that sort of place, have you? Aren’t these women enough for you? If not, I can pick a few more for you from Lingjiu Palace," Wu Xingyun teased Zhang Yi from her palanquin upon overhearing the bystanders.

Ren Qin was unwilling, but Bai Jun and Liu Long came over, dragging the impulsive ones back to the substitute bench.

A piece of news swept across the campus in an instant. Every male student became anxious, each fearing he was the next target.

In the end, the two, with no alternative, took their own lives. But in these many battles, Grandpa Li also perished on the field.

Yuan Si drew forth an array of meats from her storage, putting both large pots to use—one for stewing, one for frying. She pulled out the stainless steel barrel for braised meat, tossed in the prepared bear meat, and began braising.

Mu Fan and Wu Guohua winced at the sound of the creatures gnawing. The fruit looked so hard, yet the beasts seemed to chew it like tofu. Was the hardness only a facade?

Fu Anan, such a shallow beauty with only an attractive exterior, somehow commanded such strong support among her classmates.

Before Mo Chen brought her to the Desolate City of Infinity, he had promised: if she found someone, even if she couldn’t rescue them, as long as she learned their whereabouts, she could ask him for one favor in return.

The bigwigs of Nanhua stared at the youth on stage as if they'd seen a ghost. They’d been shocked enough today, but now they were outright terrified.

The ships that had only been pierced by the falling boulders were considered lucky; as long as they weren’t directly struck, a few fragments remained. The waves would carry them far away, finally escaping this hellish place.

Turning, Dong Xuanwu glanced at the envoy from the Prince of Xin's mansion, who nodded slightly. Clearly, his visit had a purpose—the Prince of Xin had probably factored all four brothers into his calculations.

The public security department left with the detectives for an investigation at hotel room 508, and upon opening the door, everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Xie Anqi and Qin Zhaoxue eagerly scooped a spoonful of soup into their mouths as soon as they could.

Just then, a loud pounding came at the door—everyone jumped, dropping their chopsticks in shock, afraid to make a sound.

It was rumored that the Pai Gang had revived in Bashu, but no one expected them to have a True Lord among their ranks. This truly caught everyone off guard.

At that moment, a strange piece of news spread: Xue Shisan was approaching the direction of Phoenix Song Valley.

Ding Qingyao was powerless to stop him. With Ding Qinglian present, she knew exactly where he’d used every drop of the Millennium Netherwater.

"Then why not just give me a gun? I already have a grenade—might as well throw in a few hundred rounds of ammo. Let’s see who dares mess with me then! I’ll mow them all down!" Ye Zhusheng declared.

Pingfan wanted nothing more than to watch Yan Feiyang’s every move, not missing a single detail. But he knew this was no time to be distracted.

He jolted upright, gasping for air. Then, lifting his trembling hands to his face, he looked around in confusion.

Li Yongsheng actually had no wish to discuss this with him, but Ning Zhiyuan was being far too high-handed—maybe because Lord Ning was too busy, or perhaps he’d been so fiercely attacked lately that he simply couldn’t handle it in person.