32 Good night

Wang Zhaoyang’s face remained largely expressionless, yet a trace of indulgence unconsciously flickered in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Yan Huang instinctively gasped, bracing for a sharp pain, but the sensation was bizarre; it felt as though the opponent had not gripped his body, but something else entirely.

Undoubtedly, however, it was Lei Hu who was most shocked. To him, this was an action that defied all reason. He did not believe in the existence of teleportation, and he had clearly seen Mu Xiaofeng first evade the range of his fist before shifting his stance to appear at his side.

The magical nature of the room had long been discovered by the Leopard-Headed Monster, though it knew little beyond that.

Di Jia was well aware of the Origin of Metal, having possessed it once before; his own metal-attribute immortal energy was formed precisely because of that acquisition. But what was this Origin of Wood? Di Jia was filled with both curiosity and hope.

Zhang Ziqiang did not have much of a concept regarding the combat power of a Yang Spirit master, but since Zhao Bohan had arranged it this way, there must be a reason. Besides, he had confidence in his own strength; with five hundred men from the hereditary families guarding three sides, his four hundred-plus cultivators only needed to guard one—what was there to fear?

"I will certainly give your party a reply within a month after I return!" Yan Xishan promised, though in his heart, he was already prepared to abandon Northern Shanxi. Of course, even if he surrendered the region, he intended to use it as a bargaining chip to secure coal, iron ore, and other raw materials for the development of his base in Southwestern Shanxi.

He did not wait long before leading those men back to the fray. With a ready-made cave as bait, those eight men, accustomed to their usual arrogance, had no choice but to go and plunder. Eight against four—the result was predictable. If not for the secret guards protecting them from the shadows, some would likely have been crippled.

Zhang Zilong patted his belly. "What a troublesome monk. Here, take this." Saying this, he withdrew a gold medal from his bosom, inlaid with a purplish-gold flying dragon.

But now, Mu Xiaofeng could no longer hold such thoughts. The opponent’s words made it increasingly certain that he was an enemy, someone who must be intimately familiar with him, while Ao Qing was merely an accident.

She raised her eyes to look at him; the man was peerlessly handsome, and his usually cold, stern face seemed to hold a hint of softness, though it vanished in an instant.

Xu Gang was the first to run over; upon seeing Qin He, he rushed forward and threw his arms around him.

Suddenly, the whole place erupted. The crowd, already loosened up by alcohol, was now completely swept up in the high spirits.

"Is this... is my senior brother truly saved?" Zhou Meng’s face was filled with excitement, yet he held his breath, not daring to let out a sound, fearing he might disturb Zhang Taichu.

Not only could the common folk nearby hear what he said, but even those who had already walked some distance stopped and turned their heads toward him.

Little did they know that the content Shen Xi had written was a scathing indictment of Planet 112, District Seventeen, Lu Shiyu, and everyone attending the auction that day.

Thinking of this, he could no longer sit still. He rose abruptly, his towering figure instantly creating a sense of visual oppression.

Upon hearing Liu Qiang’s words, Qin He finally came to his senses, looked at Liu Qiang, and shook his head.

Hearing the Crown Prince say this, the general nearby assumed Liu Qiang did not understand how rapid the Xiongnu army’s march truly was, so he hurried to explain.

As the man’s voice faded, five burly men in dark, light armor, armed and loaded, approached and surrounded Shen Xi and the other two.

The five desert scorpions fell to the ground, their carcasses forming a spatial portal to the next level of the assessment. Wuming stepped through, entering the next stage of the inheritance trial.

Duan Lang knelt down and gently picked up Fang Yan. "Yan, I'm here. Hold on, it's alright, you’ll be fine." As he spoke, he used one hand to gently wipe the blood from her face.

"It is a good place. But I feel that over there is even better." Zhu Houhuang turned around and pointed to the sandbar behind him.

The house was kept very clean, and there wasn't a single weed in the courtyard, showing that it had been meticulously maintained.

Zhu Houhuang viewed the Nanyang region as his life’s work; he would rather forgo the Jingnan campaign than abandon it.

Duan Lang wore a look of joy, but deep inside, he felt a chill. From this imperial edict, he keenly sensed that Emperor Yuning had begun to distrust them. Perhaps this old fox was already laying out plans to target their stronghold in Lidu City.

I looked at him helplessly. The journey was fraught with danger and haunted by the pursuit of demons; how could I watch him suffer while his body was so incapacitated? In desperation, I took the Demon Mirror from my robes and studied it carefully, unsure of how to use it. At that moment, a beam of white light flew from the mirror into Xue Ye’s eyes.

Bang, bang, bang! Intense knocking echoed against the farmhouse door, the force so great that the sound carried far.

In Zhu Houhuang’s division of power, although Lu Wan held all civil administrative authority, the financial sector was in the hands of Wu Xingzhi. Lu Wan could not bypass Wu Xingzhi to manage the treasury. However, this did not mean Lu Wan was unaware of the situation.

It was calculated clearly; it was he who had proposed it in the agreement, yet now that it was truly calculated, he was unhappy.

The canyon was too narrow, capable of accommodating only one vehicle, and one had to be wary of even narrower sections ahead. Once stuck inside, it could block the path, leaving no way to turn back.