Chapter 63: IF Route 1.4

The closer Lin Yu got to that lost realm, the more uneasy his mind became, though whether that boded well or ill was impossible to tell.

Han Jinghe's prediction had been spot on: in a transport ship battle that claimed forty enemy lives, Gu Xuan'er defeated Lixin University in a mere six minutes.

Pity he understood nothing of the bonds between us comrades-in-arms. If not for the fact that he was still of some use to us, the Grim Wolf would have done far more than merely curse him; he would have flown across the room with a kick to shatter those protruding front teeth of his.

The two martial academies within White Tiger City gathered the most gifted disciples and boasted the finest training conditions across the entire city. Consequently, the various aristocratic families were more than willing to send their talented descendants there for cultivation.

Martial Spirit realm practitioners upon reaching fifty years of age, and Spiritual Spirit realm practitioners upon turning a hundred, if they made no further breakthrough in their cultivation, were strictly required to report for duty at the Great Wall passes and garrison the frontier.

I had no desire to continue debating the matter with her; I even suspected I might be persuaded by her logic and end up dragging her back to France with me. Where such an utterly absurd notion came from, I could not tell, but I had a strong feeling that this girl would soon find a way to stay by my side.

Those with slower reflexes crashed heavily straight to the ground, taking a mouthful of dust—a spectacle as miserable as one could possibly imagine.

Upon achieving the Dao of Immortality, Yunfeng was directly escorted up to the Immortal Realm, to a ghostly place known as the Transformation Pool.

"Perhaps it is because our family possesses a warrior's gene; we are born fighters," Bing'er shrugged, her will unwavering in the slightest.

With a single palm strike, dark, stagnant blood spurted from the seven orifices—eyes, ears, mouth, and nose—before he slowly collapsed, dead as dead could be.

Upon concluding my call with Zhukov, I began to carefully contemplate my next move. Regrettably, in my memories of posterity, I knew nothing whatsoever of what had transpired in Poznań. To make the correct choice, I had to rely solely on meticulous analysis based on the intelligence at my disposal.

He had not pursued Chen Feiyang all the way here; venturing to the Myriad Iron Villa to aid in resisting the invasion of the Yanshan Army was entirely his own voluntary decision, and running into Chen Feiyang and the others outside the villa was purely a chance encounter.

The dispersion of the indigenous inhabitants, the gathering of refugees, and the bloody clashes among the Aegis Army, the Great Qi forces, and the Jin dynasty troops turned this radius of several hundred miles into a chaotic killing field.

Liu Yong began to grasp Zhang Yu's intent. Because the Qin forces surrounding Jiawang City were among the most elite invaders within the borders of the Sushan Kingdom, annihilating them here would severely sap the vitality of this Qin faction, though it somewhat departed from the original strategic objectives of the campaign.

Murong Qingyun looked toward Murong Qingcheng with a calm expression, though his tone carried a trace of urgency.

I raised my head and gazed around, spotting a twin-mounted heavy anti-aircraft machine gun positioned behind a chest-high snow wall some two or three hundred meters to the east. Looking westward at roughly the same distance, another anti-aircraft machine gun was set up. I surmised they must belong to an independent anti-aircraft machine gun company.

Having said his piece, the young man walked off to a corner of his own accord, lay down on the ground with his back turned to Liu Congyun, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Before long, the two of them finished their phone calls and walked back. Although they were trying their utmost to restrain their emotions, judging by the slightly upturned corners of their mouths, I knew the news coming through the phone had been all good.

In Chen Feiyang's grip, that incessantly writhing tentacle was still clutched tightly. Upon entering the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda, it seemed to halt its dying process and recovered a sliver of vitality.

Iñiguez was precisely at this tier; within his physique, as many as eight Great Daos had already reached the standard of the third echelon.

Li Xinru finally could not help but frown. They were not even close blood cousins—did he have to be so overly familiar? Besides, hadn't he seen that she was busy at the moment?

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof; let's not dwell on this. Better to consider how to wield Third Brother's sharp blade. It would be a waste not to use it, and it would also grant Lady Wen an opportunity to prove her devotion. That Lady Wen was undeniably capable, save for the fact that her appearance was rather too rough and brawny.

"Whether Longyang is sowing discord or not, I'll settle accounts with him later. Right now, what you need to do is give a clear accounting of your own affairs!" Prompted by Xu Hong, Qin Mengling also realized that Longyang had been deliberately stoking the flames, yet a potent mix of intense curiosity and jealousy still drove her to continue interrogating Xu Hong.

Mu Wanqing's eyes widened instantly, turning utterly hollow, yet the sliver of terror lurking in the depths of her gaze could not be concealed.

Mu Wanqing turned pale with fright, hurriedly snatching the medicine bowl away and setting it down to check on the Empress Dowager's condition. She immediately sealed the Empress Dowager's throat with silver needles to prevent the medicinal liquid from sliding down further. It was precisely this series of swift actions that caused the Empress Dowager's brow to relax slightly.

Not calling out—at the very least, Lu Chen felt he was not taking advantage of someone's vulnerability. If Li Xinru refused, he would certainly not push things any further.

The scenery of Tonghua Residence in the height of summer was extraordinarily picturesque. Huo Chen was not particularly fond of flowers, so Tonghua Residence lacked an overabundance of blossoms, instead being densely planted with trees. The rustling wind set the leaves swaying as if endowed with a spiritual sentience. The silver moonlight poured straight down, casting branches in shapes that possessed a distinct and lingering charm.

"Er, what is the meaning of this? How did we suddenly become a family?" Chen Hao remained inwardly bewildered.

The currents at the bottom of the Jade Belt Lake were intensely turbulent, seemingly disturbed by the power of the mausoleum. Centered around this location, massive whirlpools had formed all around. Sheltered within their protective barrier, they drifted like autumn leaves caught in the grip of the swirling vortex, spinning round and round.

Very well, she was simply overthinking things. She ought to have behaved openly and candidly; being evasive and secretive would only invite the contempt of others.

Fortunately, everyone was well-behaved. Not only did they clear away all the melon rinds, but Ruan Jiaojiao's dining table was also wiped impeccably clean before they successively took their leave.

Just as his fist stopped half a foot away from Zhang Daoqing's chest, Zhang Daoqing made his move as well, striking out with a light, fluttering palm that instantly blocked the attack of Daoist Wuncen.

Left behind was only a solitary, waning crescent moon, its pale yellow, gentle radiance being slowly and ominously swallowed by a pool of ominous blood.

The sudden yank instantly threw him off balance, causing him to stumble a couple of steps and collide with a solid "wall," nearly sprawling out flat on his back.

Ruan Jiaojiao simply listened as before, remaining seated in the massage chair with no intention of leaving.

"Didn't you say last time that you needed zombie nuclei? Just now, seeing so many zombies about, I simply dispatched a couple of them on a whim," she remarked with utter nonchalance.

Yet Xiao Tong displayed virtually no hesitation, instantly matching the preceding line with a couplet that was remarkably well-balanced and precise.