Chapter 78: Do You Have What It Takes?

Cao Mang looked over the design plans, nodded in satisfaction, and revealed a harmless smile.
"Let’s build it exactly like this."
Chu Shisan breathed a sigh of relief. "Give me your ID; I need to handle the procedures."
"No need," Cao Mang replied. "Register the martial arts hall under your name."
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This ratio was almost the same as the one taught for self-preservation; Taoism and Buddhism were merely putting on a show.
A half-length short blade flashed across the night sky illuminated by firelight, casting off every unnecessary weight and burden. A fierce black gleam swept over the blade, shooting resolutely toward a certain spot in the woods.
"You’re barely in your teens, yet you sound just like Uncle Xiang and Master Yuan. What, did some old ghost possess you?" Zhou Qingyun dismissed Zhu Da’s answer with a sneer, mocking him in return.
Pointing to the mountain, Fang Zheng pushed open the gate of One Finger Temple, as the system’s notification sounded in his ear.
This news came from Wang Tong: another master from the Wolf Tribe had arrived. Name and age unknown, but judging from the way the Wolf Tribe treated him as the center of attention, he was clearly someone of considerable status.
In the years that followed, they killed many, but each time they set the stage in advance, understood the opponent’s strength, considered both advantages and disadvantages, and planned thoroughly. Even if the assassination failed, they were confident they could escape. Though killing was a serious matter, Zhu Da never felt particularly nervous.
From the tenth day after learning she was pregnant, her appetite vanished, and whatever she ate was immediately rejected.
Wang Hao’s lips trembled slightly; it was clear he was about to buckle under immense pressure. Yes, when the moment came, our classmate Fat Wang’s heart proved timid after all.
"There are still two bottles left from before. Give them both to him; that should get him moving," Salted Fish suggested.
After hanging up, I breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, I’d managed to fool him. After all, the lecherous old man couldn’t fathom why I’d steal those five white corpses, so he couldn’t suspect me. With my current abilities, if I wanted them, I could simply buy them; there was no need to steal.
Qiao Xi’s phone rang. As he pulled it from his suit, his expression soured with each word from the other side, and finally, he angrily ended the call.
This was the legendary Nine Sons Spirit Sword, forged by the combined efforts of the five lords of Tong City with countless rare treasures. The sword was divided into nine blades; when not in use, it would merge into a single sword, its original form.
Damn it, weren’t we promised at least ten years? How did it suddenly become three? If you behave inside, get your sentence reduced, you could be out in a year or two.
Tao Min advised Emperor Taiji to station Ji Erhalang with ten thousand troops north of Jinzhou, to guard against Ming forces from Lushun attacking Shengjing. Prince Dai Shan would take ten thousand to defend Shengjing, while the remaining one hundred thousand new Korean troops and fifty-eight thousand Eight Banners soldiers would march straight for Beijing.
Zhou Quan wasn’t about to be fooled; he believed he had to discuss this thoroughly with his chubby son. The fat boy really needed to be sent away early, so he could enjoy his own free time sooner.
Yet she didn’t feel any dislike toward this person. She couldn’t say why—tonight, her task was simply to leave him half dead.
The man behind the partition cackled a few times, then left. With his light footsteps fading away, the room gradually fell silent, and Zhang Cheng broke into a smile.
Just as the old man finished speaking, figures suddenly sprang from the piles of trash all around. Upon closer inspection, there were dozens of them. Their faces were pale, their bodies unmarked and clean. It seemed they’d died here together for some unknown reason.