Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Assault on Wang Xingbang

Watching Chen Xiaorong busily flitting between the fitting room and the mirror like a butterfly, Yan Wan sat quietly, sorting through the threads of her life since her rebirth.

At this moment, he held the paralyzed Xuan Shen horizontally in his arms, standing tall amidst the howling wind, his slender silhouette exuding an aura of unprecedented power.

He walked away decisively, as if a fire were burning at his heels, though he gradually slowed his pace once he had stepped out of the office door.

"I want to cut this emerald myself, so I need to recalibrate the machine to preserve as much of its weight as possible," Yan Yixin explained with a smile.

Just as the teacher finished speaking, a boy walked through the classroom door. Wang Chen and Hu Xiu exchanged a glance; Wang Chen caught the panic in her eyes and, seeing this, gripped her hand and offered a reassuring expression, which finally calmed her down.

Yin Zhen waited a long time for a response, and when he turned back, he saw Hui Zhu staring at him in a daze, her eyes filled with confusion.

At such close proximity, how could anything remain unclear? Ye Huang clearly saw the light dancing in Lan Sa’s hawk-like eyes; in that instant, her breath hitched, and a flicker of trepidation stirred within her heart.

She had only felt such a sensation when Yifan experienced a breakthrough, yet it had never been this clear. The Eye of Heaven-Breaking emitted a brilliant golden light, and the entire world rippled like water before Yifan’s gaze, allowing him to perceive the flow of air in every space.

Suddenly, just as they were whispering their prayers, the cross shot forth a radiant golden light. Fantian felt that the power of this light was incredibly bizarre; in all her thousands of years of life, she had never encountered anything like it.

Ye Dong shuddered. He opened his eyes abruptly, only to find himself back in front of the main hall of the Supervisory Institute. The scene was identical to the one before, save for Bai Qi, who lay withered on the ground, his aura weak and his expression utterly dejected.

She even had the illusion that Zhuo Anran, who had once held her in the palms of his hands as his most precious treasure, had returned.

Could it be that, having finally discovered her own heart, she was now to face the agony of separation from the one she loved?

"Fine." Ye Ci pondered for a moment. Indeed, she was somewhat curious; although she didn’t care deeply, curiosity remained. People always have curiosity, and even if hers was not strong, in this particular matter, she truly was curious.

The blade was neither wide nor thick, measuring about three feet in length. The hilt was unique, forged as a single, seamless piece with the blade.

The jade merchants didn't care; these were tributes meant for the Great Hua Dynasty anyway. If the locals took them, the couriers weren't about to risk a falling out. If they provoked these local tyrants, whether they could return to the Western Regions safely would be a gamble. This was a lesson learned through many bloody experiences.

Each team’s dragon was different; the one Ye Ci and her group had was green with golden patterns, and its eyes, especially those on the dragon head, looked remarkably lifelike.

"By the way, Elf, do you know what Radar’s favorite food is?" Naga asked with a grin, as if suddenly remembering something, despite Ye Ci’s obvious reluctance to engage with him.

"Yes, but I am the sword in the young lady's hand, not the 'cheap' thing you all were just talking about." The man said with a look of grievance—truly shameless.

Yet, the cruel reality told her that no matter how much she longed to hold on, she had to push him away.

He activated the night-vision system built into his helmet and looked toward the ornately decorated tent, where two heat signatures glowing with orange-red light appeared, and he could even hear their conversation.

The tribe had a large quantity of animal hides, but they had been heavily utilized to make umbrellas and construct various shelters.

She had never complained of discomfort to him; even on their wedding night, though she had shed tears, she hadn't let out a single sound.

Dick’s head hit the curtain like he had slammed into a solid wooden door. With a thud, he sobered up and quickly moved away from the eerie painting.

Kevi was twenty-six. Having endured for eight years, living like a monk, once the prohibition was lifted and he met a girl he liked, there was naturally no stopping him.

The wild, burly man clearly lacked patience. Without a second thought, he swung his nine-ringed broadsword toward the head of the foul Taoist priest before him.

Wisps of white steam drifted slowly from the large wooden barrel containing the porridge, appearing and disappearing, adding a touch of mysterious beauty to the humble meal.

But when Ye Kong stopped close to him, his eyes, though flirtatious, remained clear and even icy, carrying a certain indescribable disgust.

Just then, a man stumbling with drunkenness walked in and collided with Wang Dahu.

At this moment, Jiang Lan and another prospective Emperor from the eighteenth generation of the Jiang family, Jiang Ya, appeared simultaneously by Jiang Xuan’s side.

Having arranged matters for Qing Yuan, he effectively had a mid-level officer he could deploy.

However, the material of the great net remained unknown; it was incredibly sturdy and unbreakable.

"In that case, my father is also arriving soon. If you join forces, you should be able to stop him from continuing his evil deeds, right?" Shangguan Long, who had been listening all along, suddenly interjected.

"Fatty Fei is right. We must make a decisive choice. I agree with Fatty Fei’s opinion—let's go ahead and rescue Cade and the others!" As soon as Fatty Fei’s voice trailed off, Sima Xiaoyao quickly expressed his stance.

By now, even the two major factions were panicking. Previously, they had believed the enemy could not threaten them all, but now... they were simply too strong, or perhaps, more accurately, too bizarre.

And since this was Tang Yi’s doing, if Tang Yi could annihilate the team from the Western Wu Principality, he could certainly annihilate their team from the Eastern Ming Principality.

"What's the idea? Just say it. Hemming and hawing only wastes time." As the strongest among them, the Dog King held a position of great importance. His words instantly focused everyone’s attention on Li Mengru.

Chu Yan smiled faintly, waving his right hand. A nine-colored flame danced in his palm—it was his alchemy fire.

According to Fuguang, while an ordinary person would freeze instantly in the vacuum of space, a five-dimensional body would not. Not only would it not freeze, but unlike a three-dimensional body, a five-dimensional one could absorb beneficial substances from dark matter and continue to breathe in space.

In the afternoon, Feng Xiaoxiao returned and processed a batch of medicinal herbs. Naturally, for every batch harvested, another had to be planted. The herb garden had a spirit-gathering array, so regardless of the season or the weather, the herbs grew without fail.

The live stream had been pitch black, but as soon as the clock struck eight, the car headlights flared, blinding the viewers. Then came a massive fire, and Zhang Donghai leaped out from behind the flames.

"I don't want to see him! Do you have recording equipment? If not, there is some here; you can take my words to him later!" Zhang Jing said through gritted teeth.