Volume One, Chapter 90: Arriving in Heilong Province, Production Begins

Jiang Yingli turned back. A little embarrassed, he hesitated before speaking.

"Comrade Jiang, we're being sent on a mission next month. We were wondering if you might be able to set out as soon as possible..."

With a slight lift of her brow, Jiang Yingli did not refuse. "All right."

After that, she led the students on a tour of the research division. It was only after a full day of busyness that Ji Ming finally came to a real halt and turned his attention to the battlefield between the Dark Death Clan and the Spirit-Eyed Clan.

"Who needs him to save anyone? But... Sister Yan, I want to ask you something. You have to answer me honestly." Lin Yixue looked at Jiang Luoyan with sincerity.

The center of the great square was relatively open. Apart from a few wild grasses growing from cracks in the stone and broken clay pots scattered carelessly on the ground, there was nothing else there.

But before Qing Lin could react, the Ancient Supreme Lord of the Lunar Yin had already appeared before him. A pair of murky, profound eyes met Qing Lin's gaze.

One of them walked toward him, terrifying Lei Jian so badly that he flattened himself to the ground, not daring even to breathe, let alone move.

Lin Yixue was fairly flexible, and on top of that she possessed supernatural abilities. The moment her hair was yanked from behind, her body immediately bent backward with the force, while her left leg shot upward. It was a self-defense technique Xiao Yalin had taught her.

This time the men of Gubei were truly enraged. You wanted to hit when you pleased and leave when you pleased? They were clearly looking down on them far too much. They were barbarians, after all, not ordinary extras. How could they simply be sent off the stage without even a line? So when they saw Li Yan and the others retreating, they remembered that they still had arrows and hurriedly loosed them at Li Yan and his men.

At this very moment, General Shimizu Seiji, who was relaxing at the Japanese club in Shijiazhuang, was laughing and chatting merrily with his subordinates and the officials of the local puppet regime, accompanied by several coquettish geishas.

With the blessing of the power that made dreams come true, a hazy and profound force slowly enveloped Tang Hao and merged into his body.

There was also one soul tear that was especially unusual, shaped like a burning flame, light and floating, giving off a faint radiance. Within it surged a dense aura of resentment, and it gave one the illusion of a world strewn with grief. Mu Hentian and Bai Yuan were shocked. This was actually one of the tears of the three souls and seven spirits.

An endless bitter wind whipped up countless withered leaves. One leaf flew to Nangong Yu's face, and he waved his hand to scatter the heap of leaves, but it also blocked his line of sight.

"Tch." Long Batian curled his lip and raised one dragon claw, gently pointing forward. With a soft pop, a blood hole appeared in the wild boar's head. The boar grunted a few times and collapsed in a pool of blood, never knowing in life what had killed it.

"Don't bother with the monster business. Once the monsters appear, the various countries will deal with them," Wu Yang said indifferently.

Then, all of a sudden, there came a sharp crack. The gauze of the bamboo hat on her head shattered and fell away. Not only that, the false nose that Shi Qingxuan had worn over hers also broke apart, splitting into two halves that dropped downward before the night wind caught them and carried them off into the distance.

A string of cool, perfunctory laughter suddenly rose. The players from all sides turned toward the source of the sound, only to see Yun Tianlan, the sect master of the Heavenly Dao Skull Sect, strolling leisurely to Zhou Sicong's side.

"So it really is that huge? How many of those things did they send out?" Lidao asked.

Li Longji was still somewhat embarrassed, uncertain why this had come up today. Yet he had not expected Song Jing to raise it voluntarily, and even suggest that since he had already made up his mind, he ought to set out sooner. At once, the emperor was greatly pleased.

If at their first meeting Lu Yunniang had merely gained a concrete understanding of the elusive, untouchable Son of Heaven, and had begun to revere him from the bottom of her heart, then on that day, the Li Longji in Lu Yunniang's eyes stepped down from the altar little by little and became nothing more than the most ordinary of men, one lost in the trap of love.