Volume 1 Chapter 45: The Sniper

The sudden appearance of Ye Feng instantly made the two previously relaxed men highly vigilant once again.

Especially upon seeing Ye Feng’s tall, imposing physique and the heavy club in his hand, a sense of dread began to creep over them.

"Of course we are survivors from this incident; we just changed into a set of dry clothes," the man wearing glasses explained hastily.

"I don't believe a word you're saying right now. What I really want to know is, who the hell are you people!"

As Ye Feng spoke, he continuously waved the club in his hand and slowly advanced toward the two men.

This movement made their expressions instantly turn grave.

Their hands unconsciously drifted toward their pockets, and with those bulging waistbands, heaven knows...

After all, compared to directly consuming the Haotian Divine Sand, Cui Wulan, who had merely mutated by absorbing the energy of the Haotian Divine Sand, could no longer satisfy the current demands of the Minluo Beasts.

Seeing Ye Yuzhao make a move, Zhao Shuang naturally had no reason to stay put; she immediately followed closely behind Ye Yuzhao in pursuit.

"Hiss, hiss." Another two streams of vital energy awakened from the dantian, following the path of the first. The fourth, the fifth. Finally, it was a success—the first stream of energy smoothly merged into the crystal ball, spinning wildly within its core. Su Chenyang did not dare to open his eyes, continuing to guide the remaining energy streams inward.

"There's no need, you know where you dropped it." Shasha closed in on Long Dan, her right hand slowly reaching toward Long Dan's delicate cheek. Long Dan instinctively slapped out, trying to swat Shasha's hand away. But Shasha struck with the speed of a gusting wind, grabbing Long Dan's snow-white wrist and forcefully pinning her against the wall.

The corners of Ling Changfeng's mouth slowly curved upward into a wide smile, a sudden and unheralded murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Chu Yuan believed that even if the Jinghai Society were to launch an all-out assault right now, these people would probably figure out a way to imprison him first before bothering to counter the attack from the Jinghai Society.

The two fighters on the stage had exchanged blows for a long time, and in the end, the one named Hong Yuxin emerged slightly victorious, though he had consumed a considerable amount of stamina himself and was panting heavily. As for whether he was simply playing the pig to eat the tiger, there was no way to tell.

At the same time, far away at the Demonic Sect's main altar, the situation for the White Fox and the others was equally dire. To their shock, they discovered that the altar was completely deserted. Not only that, but the three of them had actually lost their way within the grounds.

Just as Xiao Yan hesitated over what to do, Xue Jin suddenly sidled up to him and actually reached out to untie his robe sash.

The six nations were pressing him hard, their desire to destroy Qin unquenched. With frequent warfare at the borders, he was forced to fight for survival in the cracks, waging campaigns in all directions.

Yang Shuai made up his mind: from this moment on, he had to be active and fight for his stance. It would be heartbreaking if countless passionate youths were led to an ignorant and vain doom by reckless fools. Rather than letting that happen, he might as well take the lead himself.

Huaxi smiled. "Alright, Fifth Brother, stop bickering with Bailing, let's head back." With that, she called out toward the direction where Bailing had left, "Bailing, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Xun Ye and several generals also escorted them out of the Fuxi Metropolis. The streets were packed almost to the brim with people coming to bid farewell to the Dragon Emperor and Dragon Empress. The Fuxi warriors held deep reverence for them and were even more grateful for their help in defeating the alien magical races and securing victory for the Fuxi Continent.

After serving the fruit platter, the waiter nodded slightly toward Lu Wei, waved his hand, and a liquid as fiery red as magma materialized before him. The liquid was far from clear; on the contrary, it was rather viscous, with flames perpetually dancing across its surface, slightly raising the ambient temperature of the room.

"I heard from your brother that you really hate his martial uncle, Minghuang. Can Liuqiu tell Uncle why that is?" When asking this question, a trace of obscure light flashed through Wenruyu's eyes.

However, although Qi Ru's use of Rui Ge'er might superficially appear to stem from concern for her, given the irreconcilable hostility between the two of them, Qi Wan obviously could not possibly believe such words. Upon hearing such hypocritical remarks, she would likely assume instead that Qi Ru was deliberately trying to sabotage her marriage, and would undoubtedly do the exact opposite.

That being said, ever since Qin Tian took over the tea shop, she had encountered a massive surge in sales for Biluochun tea, keeping her exceptionally busy. Zhuang Xinyan could only offer advice behind the scenes and handle the overall planning, but he could do little to help Qin Tian out in public, leaving her to handle numerous matters on her own. By the time she returned at sunset, she was already utterly exhausted.

Ying Ji seemed to sense something and looked over in this direction, but within her line of sight, there was only the hanging curtain and the gloom—nothing else was visible. Shang had created a visual illusion for her.

During the intermission, several more spices originating from Xiyue were auctioned off. Huaxi did not make a bid; figuring she would have plenty of opportunities once she arrived in Xiyue, she simply sat to the side watching others place bids, occasionally explaining the items to Ouyang Zheng.

The two of them played off each other, seemingly embodying the ideal of a wise ruler and loyal ministers, yet the core problem remained unresolved.

So-called *zhi* meat was, in fact, pork. One must not assume that pork was considered cheap meat back then; pork ranked as one of the three sacrificial beasts. King Cheng of Zhou had eight delicacies, one of which was roasted suckling pig, essentially pork.

"Bandit raids by night, capturing a city in a single battle—I have witnessed such things. As for General Zhao's valor, though I have not seen it firsthand, from the accounts passed by word of mouth among the garrison soldiers, I know he is a peerlessly fierce warrior."

But it was already too late; Tian Beng had already fully gathered his strength. Before Chen Tang could mount any resistance, that heaven-blocking palm came crashing down directly toward the crown of his head.

Following his movements, the entire earth trembled in unison, as if even the ground itself feared this terrifying monster.

Completed within two hours of mobilization, the army had only just entered the Ying Shan County region when the battle report from De'an Prefecture City arrived.

The reason everyone wore strange expressions was not because of Bella's request to build a magic tower, but rather the suspicion that Claire probably lacked the funds to construct one.

Faced with such circumstances, even if the elite powerhouses of the magical world could single-handedly match an entire nation, if the rising generation of wizards failed to grow smoothly, the magical world would eventually decline all the same.

His mentor, that sharp-tongued yet tender-hearted Archmage of the Empire, time and time again when his various experiments failed, would curse him for being good-for-nothing and constantly causing trouble, while simultaneously covering up for him behind his back and secretly finding ways to clean up his messes.

"I had casually asked him about it once or twice before, and he always gave vague answers. But that day, for the first time, he answered us directly, saying he was going to kill someone."

This New Year was spent in an atmosphere of peace and warmth. Some of the returning friends and relatives successively left Xuzhou to busy themselves with livelihood for the year. Meanwhile, Mimi and I, at the age of twenty-eight, lived our routine life as a couple while awaiting the arrival of our wedding day, which was actually merely a mere five days away.