Chapter 19

Page (1/3)

“It’s clear that you young gentlemen are not villains, but our county office has established strict laws: anyone violating the curfew will be taken in for punishment. Without proper identification such as an official badge, no one is exempt from detention!” The constable spoke firmly and waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to apprehend them.

Song Wangning led his younger brother into the back room. Xu Minghua sat beside the spirit altar; the eternal lamp flickered with a dim light, casting shadows that seemed to conceal malevolent spirits.

Zet had already entrusted the task to Xilia, leaving it to her to find any clues on that person.

“What do you mean by that, Commander? Aren’t you coming back with us?” Everyone was momentarily stunned.

November in Anqi County was exceptionally cold, with several heavy snowfalls. Many rural homes suffered roof collapses. County Magistrate Ning Rengui took the opportunity to lead his officers on daily disaster relief missions, temporarily putting aside the matter of land disputes.

Zi Che Nian had been away from his clan for some time; he only arrived in this city recently, seeking a powerful individual who could harness the power of the Big Dipper.

“All right, pack up. Tonight we enter the city and begin studying the art of treasure crafting,” Zhou Wutian waved his hand to stop the argument between the two and tucked away the tiger-headed knife.

Cheng Xin thought to herself as she left her office. Qin Ming was so busy but still took the trouble to call; it wouldn’t do to disobey him.

Because Shen Siyu was leaving the next day, Yun Chen and the others had limited time to enjoy themselves. Fortunately, with their current cultivation levels, staying awake for months was no problem, so they played on until the following day.

At that moment, a disciple of the Maoshan Sect entered, pale-faced, and whispered the situation to Immortal Wuji. His trembling hands revealed that something grave had happened at Maoshan.

In theory, these additional 5,800 troops represented nearly a 50% increase in manpower, a very favorable development. But one cannot only look at the benefits; yes, the troops have been recruited, but feeding and housing them costs money. Where will the funds come from for all this?

“You actually concealed it,” the man exclaimed, his spiritual energy fluctuation not much weaker than the other’s.

Page (2/3)

“Yes, master.” No questions were asked about the identity; some things were better left unasked—perhaps this was why the elderly man, who had endured six decades living with a stooped back, remained unchanged all these years.

Moreover, this heart was not something just anyone could transplant; at minimum, there had to be a certain blood relation to her, ensuring no complications would arise after implantation.

Mu Fei unleashed a full-force palm strike against the dwarf man, sending him flying.

Among them, one spiritual bird gleamed with nine radiant colors, exceptionally valiant; another showed eight colors, with the ninth faintly shimmering.

“What a pity!” Captain An sighed quietly, saying no more. He ordered Meng Gaofeng and Xie Manli to be taken away for treatment, then briefly explained Shao Tianhua’s situation before adjourning the meeting.

On the arena at that moment, the confrontation between the Destiny Young Master and the Mist Frost was particularly memorable, leaving a strong impression on all present.

In theory, as long as one’s qi was not depleted or if the contest did not descend to mere power comparison, a reckless blue user was truly a battle force comparable to the legendary Xu Fu or the Shadow of Shame.

Li Zongxin was silent for a moment, then shook his head, his eyes red as if he had been crying.

Thus, the match with few spectators set its tone from the very start.

The Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus was the first choice mount of the Nine-Heart Begonia clan, followed by the Sacred Dragon Sect. The beast soul powers of these two sects were exceedingly formidable, supplemented by soul techniques that sacrificed one’s own body to gain greater power boosts. Coupled with the Nine-Heart Begonia’s healing, their combat effectiveness was truly astonishing.

Then, both hands seized Peter’s left leg, drawing close and cleverly redirecting his force; a shoulder thrust forward, followed by a throw that slammed him to the ground.

Though her spider suit could not withstand the harsh desert environment, her body was naturally capable of enduring such extreme sandstorms without difficulty.

Page (3/3)

Leading the group was a handsome young man in a blue robe. Behind him stood a black-robed elder and a white-robed elder, followed by a dozen middle-aged men dressed uniformly, all looking down from above.

“If it were that simple, An Jie wouldn’t have reported to the higher-ups just because we helped the fruit farmers sell more pears. Ostensibly, it was to commend us, but in reality, it was a trap,” Sasha quickly answered on behalf of Yang Qingtong.

At this moment, everyone fell silent, holding their breath, listening intently to every sound around, even their own heartbeats.

Now, the Maritime University awaited the results of the remaining matches to determine the semifinal opponents.

Wang Bu Wen didn’t have time to carefully assess Gu Changfeng’s character. He resorted to this contingency plan: once Gu Changfeng reached the peak Saint King level, Wang would have a good understanding of his nature and could then let down his guard.

As for medicine, such issues did not arise. Medicinal ingredients naturally permeated through the bloodstream to repair injuries without conscious guidance. Since Jiang Yingxue had lost consciousness, taking pills would hinder recovery; thus, Ye Han planned to prepare medicinal broth to heal her external wounds.

“Is it far?” Chai Lang asked. If it wasn’t too far, it was indeed possible to go and have a look.

After Murong Bing’s explanation, Ye Han nodded. A single teleport required ten superior spirit stones, which few could afford. Besides, the distance from here to the seaport wasn’t great; at most half an hour’s walk for a cultivator.

The fragrance from her dress and the simple floral hairpin was indeed from incense used to scent clothing, but this incense actually concealed a red fox aroma hidden within the hairpin.

Though Punk was poor at acting, his expressionless, inscrutable face made it impossible for anyone to read his thoughts. He could easily pass as a “stern but warm-hearted” mentor.

[End of Page (3/3)]