28 The Twenty-Eighth Iron Pillar

No, not all of them came from Hanzhong. In fact, many were not even natives of Shaanxi; they had merely taken an examination at the Hanzhong Academy, attended a farewell banquet hosted by Prefect Song, and managed to pocket a few taels of silver for their troubles.

Naturally, he was not worried about the economic park producing new goods. He had even begun to entertain the idea of asking for some springs to install on his carriage for his future mineral prospecting travels.

Following Duan Weiqi's instructions, Li Jiayu stopped checking Weibo. She packed up her bread bag, picked up her mineral water, and prepared to return to the office.

Even if he were forcibly recruited into the sect, it might not necessarily be a good thing; it could even invite unwanted trouble.

He had been back in the country for so long, yet he still hadn't seen Yun Jingting, a matter that had been weighing on his mind.

"Mo Jiuchen! Mo Jiuchen! Mo Jiuchen!" Gu Jinxie’s eyes were filled with laughter as she repeatedly tossed him into the air.

After a round of lavish, free-of-charge praise, everyone beamed with joy. While happy, they each secretly encouraged themselves to train even harder to earn the squad leader's approval soon.

In an instant, the dozen-meter distance was covered in a flash. Magneto gestured, and the iron sand on the ground was gathered by a massive magnetic force, forming a dozen metal spears in the air. Whistling with a fierce wind, they chased after Wu Yue from behind.

Yun Jingqi was a clever man who understood Tong Che well. He could vaguely detect the frustration in his words and roughly guessed what was going on. He turned his head to glance quietly at Tian Xin'er, not knowing what to say.

It was a pity that he had nearly blurted out the surname "Zheng" when introducing himself, forcing him to change it to "Zhang" halfway through. Otherwise, he could have used the Wang surname from his mother’s family, which would have given his cousins on his uncle's side an excuse to visit.

Shen Xian felt a jolt to her senses and opened her eyes, but before she could rise, the sedan chair suddenly tipped over. She tumbled inside as it rolled.

Regarding the Forest of No Regrets, I know absolutely nothing. The only lead I have was provided by Jun Liangbo.

"..." Long Beiqing did not know, but his grandfather had not kept it from him: Long Sijue’s identity, that he was not a descendant of the Long family.

***

No, something felt wrong—everything felt wrong. Gu Yi frowned tightly and turned to leave. It was truly bizarre; he could not see that hair-raising face anywhere.

Wu You did not cover his face in time, nor did he realize his mask had been torn; he simply kept his head lowered, kissing her skin fervently.

Hu Xue remained silent for a long time before noticing A-Luan beside her, feeling incredibly awkward.

"I... I don't know yet. I've just woken up, and I don't have any particular feelings. My divination arts haven't changed either," Yun Nuannuan replied, biting the bullet.

"Sister-in-law must be very beautiful!" Zhang Yun walked out carrying a plate of freshly peeled pomegranates and handed it to Xiao Hang.

Song Lingfeng and Yan Rong were patrolling with a group of personal guards when they saw their Marshal marching over aggressively from afar, and they hurriedly went to meet him.

"I didn't expect it either," Song Keke said, as if two people were speaking at once; the voice was the same, but the tone and content had subtle differences.

Li Wei believed that he had indeed played a role in containing the opponent on the court, but Allen Iverson’s second-half slump was primarily due to the Knicks' defensive system.

He reached out and touched his chest, where a golden sheet of paper lay. Fortunately, it was this object; otherwise, that bamboo snake would have surely pierced right through his chest.

Xia Mengyou nodded solemnly. In response, Liu Yaoxi nodded as well.

Liu Shuo did not rest for long; he drew his comics every day. But his main work now was not that, but watching television dramas.

He clearly felt his physical strength gradually increasing—it was an enhancement of power that brought with it a sense of intoxication.

On the ring, for the sake of victory, he would inevitably have to strike at Changning. If he were to hurt her, how could his heart not ache?

***

The air around the fat boss distorted, and a man with pipes embedded in half his body and a festering face slowly materialized.

If real danger were to appear, how to escape—that was what Long Xia was considering at this moment.

It was not just him; it seemed that everyone had an astonishing intuition when it came to sensing such treasures.

Sure enough, when the two-headed lotus ghost failed to smash the spirit tortoise, the Taiyin Snow Lotus controlled the blood-colored roots on the ground to climb onto the tortoise's body. After binding it, the roots drove into the soft flesh of its limbs and head like steel nails.

Someone let out a scream, filled with such extreme terror that the voice seemed to tremble, unable to produce a sound.

During the banquet, Fan Mingting, dressed in a magenta gown, walked out surrounded by a crowd, with a nurse behind her holding the month-old baby.

This son had been frail since birth, yet he had no illness after returning to the capital. How could this sudden sickness be so severe?

"Alright, from now on, Grandmother will listen to you." Princess Anyang felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes shining with tears as she nodded. If she had just let go and left back then, how much guilt would this child have felt?

Which Tribulation Transcendence expert lacked pride? Which one was not revered by others? If this were to happen before our eyes and people from other sects found out, what would we do?