Chapter Sixteen: Everything Can Be Used

“Alright, you! If it weren’t for the call from my brother just now, I wouldn’t have been ambushed!” Upon hearing Zilong’s words, Lang Xihai immediately perked up.

Hu Ao moved effortlessly around the Blood Wolf, employing the footwork known as “A Thousand Searches in a Dream,” gracefully evading every swing of the wolf’s mace. No matter how wildly the Blood Wolf attacked, he could not lay a finger on Hu Ao.

“So what do you want, then?” Gaia frowned. Rudinos had a point—while it wouldn’t drag on forever, it would certainly take a considerable amount of time before there was any result, and Gaia had no intention of wasting so much time.

“As for the money, it’s not worth worrying about—just a hundred gold coins, after all.” However, seeing the other’s defeated expression, she finally relented. “Alright, do as you wish.” With that, she turned and stepped back.

“The Earth will keep turning without me, but without me, they’re exposed to far greater risks.” Lei leaned back on the sofa, hands behind his head, as he spoke.

“The Eagle?” Uncle Kun was utterly shocked upon hearing this. Who didn’t know the name of the Eagle? Yet so few had ever seen his true face. Who could have guessed he’d come here today, and Uncle Kun hadn’t even recognized him.

As soon as the formation appeared, the white light emanating from the Cold Spirit Tree surged into its pattern, eager and unrestrained. Once infused with the white light, the formation’s aura turned dangerous, as if the radiance had fully awakened it.

With the flames’ scorching heat, the writhing liquid gradually stabilized. Suddenly, it split into four: two sticks, a painting, and a mass of liquid radiating rainbow light.

Everyone was obedient to the steward, but his particular emphasis on submission suggested something more—his relationship with Ruth was clearly not ordinary, and his emotions were closely tied to her fate.

“The captain and the others are locked in the basement of the rear building. To reach them, we have to cross the open backyard—it’s the easiest spot to get picked off by snipers. Also, we’ve been exposed to poison gas. They can’t be in good shape.” Xiao Wei wasted no time on pleasantries and reported swiftly.

Never before had they encountered silk so resilient—almost as if it were something that should not exist in this world.

Almost as the old woman lost her temper, Shen Ruoxing caught a glimpse of the faces of the two who had kidnapped her.

It was as if a fist had struck cotton—the anger stuck halfway in her chest, unable to rise or fall.

Shen Ruoxing reminded her, “Grandmother Zheng, the east wing has already collapsed, and the west wing is only a matter of time. There are not fourteen rooms, just eight.”

In Zhu Xian’s eyes, among all these guests, only Leng Qingyin might be weaker than Du Sheng in martial arts.

Beams broke and roofs caved in, as if crushed by invisible hands, leaving nothing but ruins. Among these ruins, innumerable ghostly shadows darted through the night, wailing or cackling madly. Their forms stretched and twisted in the moonlight, weaving a horrifying tapestry of the underworld.

So she thought, perhaps when she went to the county to sell candied haw, she could find a pastry shop and sell her recipe.

The crown prince was caught off guard, thrown straight onto the palanquin, pain twisting his face. The surrounding attendants didn’t even react—no one had ever dared treat the heir so roughly. Usually, people would step aside and bow respectfully.

Pale took the purple card and weighed it in his hand. It was hard to believe that such a light, thin card could replace a heavy pile of gold coins.

Li Feng showed no fear, locking eyes with the cat-eared girl who furiously attacked him from her cage. His gaze was full of excitement.

Seeing Angray’s performance, Tulaian admitted he couldn’t do better, and so obediently stayed hidden, waiting for a better opportunity.

Wiping out thirty thousand human soldiers did little for the orcs’ morale and had not the slightest impact on the overall situation.

They were all swept up by the tragic, bloody, yet heroic scene before them, their blood boiling with passion.

In that moment, Gustav hesitated. He knew that seeking help from the elves and dragons would mean a total break with the Church—one that could never be mended. Even if the Church someday forgave his actions, Gustav could never truly trust their sincerity.

When Williams was still in his teens, Su Yun had staunchly opposed his going out. But now, Su Yun wished Williams would venture out and experience the world.

It was like an egg striking a rock—or rather, an ant charging an elephant. Yet, the truth was, under the force, the dragon head of the Candle Dragon crashed straight into the ground.

With things as they were, the southern army broke ranks and fled desperately southwest. As they reached the mouth of the Hutuo River, the current ran swift and those behind pressed hard. In the chaos, many were trampled and drowned—the number of the dead defied counting.

Zhao Shi looked at Feng Qiang in surprise. After pondering a moment, he nodded, then shook his head.

In Cangshan Kingdom, hypnotism had only recently been studied and was still in its infancy. It was nothing like the advanced techniques of today. Because no one truly understood it, it seemed even more mysterious.

“It’s nothing, just an absurd dream—nothing more.” I knew he meant to comfort me. A dream may be absurd, but why did it appear at this very moment? I shivered, a vague unease gnawing at my heart.