Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Perfect Plan

Seeing the paper talisman dissolve into ash, Old Daoist Zhang frowned, pulled a silver paper talisman from his bag, and flicked it directly toward the construction site.

Li Yan looked at Tong Bao and asked, "How do you intend to resolve this?" His expression was so solemn that an outsider might have assumed he was testing his son on his studies.

"Fine, we'll come back another day. Let's see how long you can protect them; the Gu Group is bound to collapse sooner or later." The man in the suit realized that the people Cheng Yue had brought were well-trained and that they couldn't simply resort to violence against them.

Liang Kun’s marksmanship was an A-grade skill, but it did not provide an overwhelming advantage in this event. Once someone performed exceptionally well, they could achieve a better score than him. His greatest advantage, aided by the system, was consistency; he rarely had a truly poor performance.

Liang Kun understood that this mission was only orange-rated. Although Li Keqin wanted to develop his career in the mainland, he held a "gain is my fortune, loss is my fate" attitude. If he became famous, great; if not, he wouldn't be depressed, as his home turf remained the small corner of the world that was Hong Kong.

"Old man, come down first and bring the food up. We're going upstairs to eat now," Lin Chenxiang shouted to the upper floor, then followed Chen Xuemeng to the storage room to move the table.

What on earth is going on? What exactly did Wang Wei do to these two thousand-year-old immortals? I'll have to ask him clearly when I get back; for now, eating is more important.

Muttering to myself, I thought about how Wang Wei and Old Daoist Zhang knew the Flame Flood Dragon was right behind me, yet neither of them thought to drive over to pick me up. If this beast caught up, there was no way my two legs could outrun it in this vast, empty desert.

Liang Kun had excellent physical stamina, and he found that reaching the summit of Mount Fuji was far less difficult than he had imagined. While it was cited as being over three thousand meters high, the trailhead at the Fifth Station was already at an altitude of about two thousand meters, meaning the walking distance was comparable to Mount Tai in Qilu.

I slowly opened my eyes. The male models were still walking back and forth on the stage. I watched them intently for ten minutes—a full ten minutes.

More importantly, her eldest brother promoted it through his own actions, which generated a great deal of buzz for this tea.

Although he was aware of this, Inoue Eika considered himself a "Level 0" and didn't take the title of "Number One Public Enemy of Delinquents" to heart, continuing to live as he pleased.

Abner didn't care about your white phosphorus bombs at all; by the age of thirteen, he had already stopped playing with flames of several hundred to a thousand degrees.

However, after weighing things in her mind and recalling the King's usual style of doing things, Lin Mengya shook her head.

Mother Lin, who was accompanying her through the birth, also breathed a sigh of relief. She had been much younger when she gave birth to Lin Xiaoguang, so it hadn't been as grueling.

He had long since understood everything about Gu Wudi's family, or else he wouldn't have dared to torment him so cruelly.

Perhaps it was a long-standing habit of Shirai Kuroko, or perhaps her kindness was at work, but she did not place the steel needles where the guards were most likely to step.

Gu Wudi sighed, said nothing, and simply arranged for his sect members to begin cleaning up the Gu Yuan Sect.

"Are there enough bricks to build tunnels in so many villages?" Xi Chen was quite worried about this.

"Tell me, what should we do?" Xi Chen knew that if Liu Yuhang was meeting him today, he must have come up with a solution.

Lin Jia wasn't feeling distressed over the loss of a level 7 pet; it was just that there were so many of them in the Dark Palace that every one lost was one less. If he wanted to tame another, he would have to wait until next Saturday to enter the Dark Palace again.

Old Daoist Bi was the first to escape into the yellow sand, but in the blink of an eye, he let out a shrill scream and burst back out. His azure protective barrier had shattered, and a large, bloody chunk of flesh had been scraped from his right leg, deep enough to expose the bone.

Ye Qin’s expression shifted; sitting on a pile of spirit stones he couldn't use was something he could not reconcile himself to.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, this old subject offers his greetings. I wonder what offense my son has committed to warrant a personal visit from Your Highness?" The old gentleman flicked his long sleeves with effortless grace and bowed, speaking in a resonant voice.

To give the soldiers a visceral experience, they were told this was a drill, but the specific timing was kept secret. This was a drill aimed primarily at training the team's emergency response capabilities and observing the new recruits.

In just ten short days, even with a massive influx of spirit herbs and medicinal pills every day, Yu Feng's injuries remained unabated. This only deepened Chen Yan's anxiety; by now, her beautiful eyes had lost their clarity, replaced by a dull, vacant look.

"Go back. It’s dangerous inside, but even if we don't go, it makes no difference. If Long Zhanguo wins, so be it; if he loses, the Sage of Six Paths will surely implicate me. Why not put it all on the line?" Gu Hai glared, shouting.

Qin Shi Huang and Liu Bang were not used to someone toast-drinking and then drinking first. Li Shishi frowned after finishing her glass, but she didn't say anything.

Even Wei Ting, who had always taken justice as her duty, nodded repeatedly, agreeing with their plan. Wei Ting was in extreme pain—not because Zhao Changqiang was about to be arrested, but because she was pained by what had become of the police force in Jiahe City. How could such officers protect the lives and property of the people?

Yan Xing had already emptied the forces of A-Yang and Lue-Yang; even if he went there, it would just be defending a besieged city. It would be better to head to Yuzhong, where he might at least save his life.

Yue Ying was startled and obediently did not take another step forward. After a while, she slowly turned around, flashed, and returned to her side, reaching out to embrace her again.

Because they fed on rotting corpses, corpse worms accumulated massive amounts of corpse poison. Once bitten, even a powerful Martial Venerate would find it extremely troublesome.

The next moment, a terrifying scream pierced the air, making one's heart tremble. The limbs of those few newly arrived demonic beasts were being sliced open, inch by agonizing inch, by red light. Cries of pain and pleas for help echoed one after another.