Chapter Sixty-Nine: Bai Haochen’s First Match

The young child let out a cold snort and, without another word, turned to leave, glancing toward the depths of the residence, a hint of worry unconsciously surfacing between his brows.

“Gone mad?” the Duke of Mediocrity mumbled gruffly, pulling the covers over his head to sleep again. He figured his elder brother would give up after knocking a while, and so he left.

“Could it be that its master once gave it an order to pursue only as far as the end of the drawbridge?” After recounting all he knew to the group, Master Xie voiced his suspicion.

With these thoughts, Su Qiuyue gazed toward the forbidden grounds of Beicang Mountain, pondered for a moment, and then sped off in another direction, intent on leaving the mountain.

However, he understood the nature of fire corpses. Legend held that fire corpses were exceedingly sinister beings, much like zombies—if left unchecked, their existence knew no end. But now that it was dead, only one possibility remained: it must have been killed by some unknown creature.

The Lin clan’s pursuit of her must have been instigated by Qingjia. After some thought, she realized the reason likely lay with the fifth-level wood element Star Master she had slain in the Fierce Beast Forest that day—perhaps a member of the Lin family. If so, it was no wonder the Lin family sought trouble with her.

Before getting out of the car, Dan Mingxu hesitated for a moment. Captain Liao, thinking he’d overheard something, felt a sudden pang of guilt.

What astonished everyone was that the plague-like contagion had not manifested on his corpse.

“Miss Shiyao, now that Young Master Zijin is unharmed and the Essence-Cleansing Pill is in hand, when will you treat Qing?” With the pill obtained, Liu Chuan’s greatest concern was when Shiyao would heal Liu Qing.

Yet he retained no memory of the technique manuals, leaving the three of them utterly baffled. It seemed they would have to consult Sage Ziming upon returning.

Usually, this special class would not appear in a Holy Grail War. Only when unexpected events made outcomes unpredictable, or when the world itself was threatened, would a Servant of this class be summoned to restore order and repair unintended consequences.

After all, each of these two battalions had barely over two thousand men. To attack a city defended by more than twenty thousand with such numbers was an act only a madman would attempt.

Nonetheless, the faces of these Japanese soldiers were somewhat pale. The fierce shelling by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army had left a lasting shadow in their hearts.

On the evening of January 30th, the 3rd Infantry Battalion of the 1st Infantry Regiment and the Reconnaissance Company of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army arrived at Ban Lamphu. However, they did not enter the city proper but camped east of the Wang Bin River.

It was better not to say anything for now. When Li Anxin was truly starving, she would come seeking help, and only then would she take Li Anxin to Su Su’s house to build a wall.

Back then, many cultivators of the mountains resisted valiantly, but Emperor Liang’s forces suffered a crushing defeat. The Buddhist pagoda he had built was taken over by the Shushan Sword Sect and became the infamous Demon Lock Tower, used for imprisoning demons.

Su Su did not lie. She stepped forward and began to rummage through the supplies. All these goods had been collected along the way—priceless as gold to the helpless and timid, but for Su Su, they could be obtained at any time with a mere flick of her fingers.

When the shrill whistle sounded over the Japanese artillery positions, many artillerymen finally realized what was happening.

A glimmer of light flashed in Yun Manman’s eyes at this thought. As her anger grew, a chill seemed to emanate from her entire being.

Though Ye Yu’s team never publicly declared a leader, Li Ying could see their hierarchy was based purely on strength—the strongest commanded the others. At present, Ye Yu was the strongest among them.

“I’ve already brought back your beloved. Now can you focus on helping me?” the man in black asked calmly, his voice cold as ice.

If Ye Yurou had intended to come earlier, she would not have waited until now. Her belated arrival was surely due to Aunt Zhang’s instigation—who knows what had been said.

“What? Zhou Gongyi lost an eye? How did I not know? Is he all right?” Hua Yumeng’s tone shifted abruptly, a hint of guilt in her words.

This was, after all, the seventh floor of the Ninefold Divine Tower. Apart from Tang Xin, who was an outsider, only Aman could reach such a place.

“What’s this?” Seeing the whole family gathered in the kitchen, Lu Anqing curiously joined them.

After Ran Fei became High Minister, his brothers—mostly poor orphans who had always fended for themselves—no longer had to suffer as bandits. The men of Jiulong Village naturally followed suit, rising with him to become his personal guards. Besides them, Ran Fei trusted no one.

This man was not bad-looking and had a decent job. Why was he still unmarried and had never been in a relationship?

Yet, faced with the onrushing myriad demonic beings, Tang Xin remained unflustered. With a cold snort, nine golden dragons shot forth from his body, each one colossal.

Had Ning Huayue not once been as bewitched by Empress Xu’s words? Though living in the Prince of Jin’s mansion, her heart clung ever to the Empress.

Xia Yan’s face darkened, rage surging instantly to his head, until even his ears buzzed.