Chapter 45: The Root of All Evil

With every autumn rain comes a deeper chill, and as they traveled further north, the weather grew abruptly cold.

Another heavy rain poured down, and the convoy halted, staying inside the county government office for a full three days to process clearances and stamps. Only when the weather cleared on the third day did they set off once more.

Stepping out through the gates of the county jail, a biting wind howled, causing everyone to instinctively shrink their necks.

Little Yi dutifully made its broadcast.

[A north-northeast wind of level four today, morning frost, minus two degrees Celsius. Young cub, please pay attention to keeping warm.]

Oh good grief,

What are you feeling so smug about, you QB jerk! Totori stopped leaning against the door and cast a sideways, manual glare down at the QB on the ground, her eyes flashing with an unclear, sharp radiance.

"Very well. This is your seventy-fourth mission. Bring me the heads of those two," Xuanming said suddenly, his expression turning solemn as he spoke in an unquestionable tone.

Su Luoman's words interrupted the children's deep thought, pulling back their wandering minds.

Jinqing smiled as well, quietly lowering the hand she had reached into her bosom. Since her master had nothing more to say, for her to bring up the issue would be overly sentimental. This master possessed a bold and straightforward temperament that truly suited her taste.

Su Luoman left her seat, silently gazing out the window at the scenery. Her mood was exceptionally heavy, filled with an extraordinary sense of worry for the frontier thousands of miles away.

A master player can calculate the state of the entire board after every single step, while a novice... often plays past the halfway mark of a game without even realizing their inevitable defeat.

It was said that the car belonging to the three of them had broken down halfway. Fortunately, they happened to be near the Lin family estate, so they had no choice but to temporarily come over, push their car to the entrance of the Lin family's courtyard, and make a phone call to arrange for repairs.

Leng Yihan was so amused by Leng Zizhe's action that he burst out laughing, blowing away the tiny shred of melancholy lingering in his heart.

P.S.: I'm too lazy for so much nonsense. Everyone, toss your flowers, monthly votes, ratings, and collections to this prince! How can we not manage to make it onto the monthly rankings somehow?

The psychological inability to defeat the enemy slowly took shape in the minds of many. Perhaps earlier, driven by a surge of hot-blooded impulse, they would have charged recklessly. But now, at this very moment, the overwhelming pressure and their immovable bodies served as constant reminders of the cruel reality.

I bent down, smeared my hand through a puddle of pale yellow liquid on the ground, and then stepped out of the pavilion, spotting a shattered pumpkin discarded among the bushes by the roadside.

Breaking through to become a Martial Artist requires more than simply drawing in the profound energy between heaven and earth to nourish one's meridians; even more crucially, that profound energy must form a Dantian within the body. This is an arduous process, and since ordinary people constitute the majority of the entire continent, that is precisely why Martial Artists are held in such high esteem.

Fortunately, Andrei ordered the督战队 (proctorate guards / execution squads) to execute a dozen deserters on the spot—though this could not drive the fleeing soldiers back into the fray, it at least made them too terrified to charge toward the formation of swordsmen and shield-bearers again.

Junzi Mokuryo sat to one side, tearing away the cloth near her wound. A faint white mist could now be seen rising from the injury. She poured wine directly from the table over the wound; although it hurt terribly, it was necessary for disinfection.

"I see. Then will He Yuhui and the others be subjected to an attack?" Ruan Qingyu asked again.

"Is there any reason for me to lie to you?" Facing the skeptical gazes of his younger brothers, An Jingxuan asked with a bitter smile.

"Do you have any idea that the cripple is running a drug trade?" Seeing that Er-gou still failed to realize where he went wrong, Lucy asked once more.

"A mortal caravan? Then why bother coming to report it to me?" Kang Jun said with a hint of displeasure.

I spoke into the walkie-talkie, noting that since I was in a soul state, my combat prowess was not high. Hiding behind the aurora shield was undoubtedly the wisest course of action.

This was respect brought by strength, the simplest law of this world: the weak are the prey of the strong. Dignity and the right to speak could only be attained by the strong.

Under the repeated impacts of heavy hammers, a surge of bloody light flickered across Jiang Chen's body, and the skin all over him felt as though it was about to burst apart.