47. Building a Quail Cage for the Phoenix

At that moment, a waiter coming up from the kitchen lost his footing and stumbled toward the nearby stairs.

Squinting slightly, Xiao Yang turned his head to see three young men standing midair against the sky not far away. The leader wore a smiling expression, but the mockery in his eyes was unmistakable.

Of course, most of the native residents of Donglai County had already witnessed Wang Chen, the god who casually appeared in towns and bestowed miracles like food supplies. Almost everyone knelt and bowed in reverence at the very sight of him, murmuring prayers.

Long ago, Song Li had already informed Zhang Xingxing that the elderly master of the Song family wanted to invite him to dinner to repay the life-saving favor.

Faced with the overwhelming onslaught, Huo Xinchen’s expression grew tense. His dazzling sword burst forth as they clashed, the metallic ringing echoing so brightly it lit up the sky, the battle fiercely intense.

“It’s not possible, but we can operate on our own; the results will be just as good!” Charlie said, clearly reluctant to take over that hollow shell of a company from Xu Duan at such a high price. After all, that thing could only help him go public through a reverse merger but brought no real economic benefits.

He was well aware that although his cultivation level remained at the third-grade Martial King, akin to what Earth’s martial artists called the Divine Realm.

“Xue Fugui, we’ve met in Cang City. You even helped my friend Xu Weiwei, but why have you become like this?” Zhang Xingxing asked in confusion.

Xiao Jie was nearly infuriated by Xu Duan’s words, but he had to admit that what Xu Duan said reflected the mainstream themes in today’s martial arts world: family tragedy and revenge—simple and repetitive, at most sprinkled with a bit of romance or mystery, nowhere near the flourishing heights of the martial arts peak in Xu Duan’s previous life.

Yet countless crystals radiated brilliant light, illuminating the entire city in an indescribably dreamlike glow.

Noticing his voice soften, Blood Princess’s face brightened. Upon hearing his words, she blushed shyly for the first time in her life. Suddenly awakened, she nodded at Zhan Wushuang and shyly turned her head aside.

Meanwhile, Huangfu Tian smiled as he transmitted secret messages by sound, which were also conveyed through voice transmission.

The capital’s Yun Tian once again regained its former bustling atmosphere, or rather grew even livelier. From the very first day on the Dragon Throne, he announced exhilarating news that invigorated the entire fallen nation.

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Fighting alone against thousands of troops, Zhan Wushuang, the warrior son of the Hanfeng Kingdom’s military family, was truly a legendary figure. The grand martial contests on the continent were mythologized, and the Hanfeng Kingdom, a second-rate country along the main road, became widely known to the world. Its fame rivaled that of the three great hegemon kingdoms.

Peng Zirui was obviously worried that her dear friend had gone astray, earnestly advising Xia Ya.

“Old Six, how’s it going? Have you found out who lives inside?” Outside the Cross Garden, a man with an honest face wearing a tattered short shirt asked a young man who had just come out from the supermarket beside the garden.

Ding Yu ignored them completely, flicked his finger, and slowly withdrew his hand.

This was not a gradual disappearance but an instantaneous vanishing that sent chills down my spine, though moments later I couldn’t help but laugh quietly.

The Wildland examinee made a gap and approached Su Qiong. Su Qiong followed suit, dropping the heavy sword in her hand and releasing Ke Chen beneath her feet, intending to leave.

“Rest well. Everything will get better.” Gently stroking her hair, without waiting for her response, Fu Chen turned and walked out.

Though they said so, neither really held high hopes. So far, among the vast lands William had acquired, only Duke Rodrigo had received the County of Brescia, and Helichal had gotten Saluzzo. No other lands had been granted at all.

Zhao Nana hurriedly shouted. After a flurry of activity, everyone finally stepped back some distance, though the formation still centered around the giant’s head.

He charged once, was kicked away by Zhang Yi once, then finally twisted around, grabbed his arm, and delivered a kick to the rear that sent him sprawling, unable to rise again.

Among those captured were members of the Anti-Japanese League, bandits, former Soviet and peninsula spies—far from easy to handle. If they were mentally sound, a few nudges could guide them.

Xingchenmeng gritted her teeth; with a thunderous roar from her hands, she transformed into a lion-tiger, meeting that powerful punch with the might of a thunder beast.

When Zhang Jinzhong surveyed the battlefield again, amidst the flying flames of war, he alone remained as the solitary commander.

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Lin Hao, as usual, woke early at six and personally prepared breakfast for Yang Yan. He felt this was the only thing he could do for her now and persisted daily, hoping his efforts would help her frail body gradually recover.

Historically, he was a prime suspect in the conspiracy to assassinate Sancho, king of Castile, and now he had secretly murdered Sancho, king of Aragon. He might also have been involved in the mysterious death of William’s father-in-law, Ferdinand I.

Zhang Yi wasted no time. He immediately began training, weaving three platoons together, educating the soldiers on Japanese military strategy, weapon features, combat willpower, psychological traits, and corresponding countermeasures.

The density and ferocity of this technique were no less than the violent Rain Pear Blossom Needles! It even covered a broader area.

On stage, he kissed her tears, genuinely cherishing her as if she were held tenderly in his palm.

“Brother Ran Feng’s friend?” Ouyang Xinyue repeated suspiciously, then scrutinized Wan Qi Liang several times, as a market woman inspecting pork to ensure the vendor wasn’t shortchanging her.

Both Qin Jiaten and Baili Ranfeng were sensitive and vigilant; even slight changes heightened their alertness. Yet at such a critical moment, retreat was impossible—they had to press forward despite the apparent disadvantages.

He knew she harbored resentment, perhaps a hatred so deep it pierced to the bone. He also knew she still thought of Gu Changjin and wanted to keep her pure body for him. Her words now likely carried a sense of despair and reckless abandon. He understood her reasoning but couldn’t help feeling angry.

She couldn’t forget Li Shaoyan’s expression at the Li family cemetery—his buried anger, grievance, self-reproach, and remorse. Under the mocking gazes of the Li family, he could only clench his fists tightly.