Chapter 38: Is This Even Possible?

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Lin Yu had already added all the alien materials he could acquire to the spacecraft. Beside him, the quartermaster watched with a pained expression; he had never expected that the young man would use up every single item he had brought.

His disguise had deceived everyone, and as time went on, he had almost come to believe it himself. Yet, this young man before him had managed to see through his true nature after only a brief encounter. This person was no simple character—that was Zhu Gaochi’s assessment of Tang Ming.

After the meeting, Wang Liang wandered around the base and took the opportunity to visit the underground arsenal. Although the efficiency was low, the quality of the modified firearms was quite good.

The Evil God floating beside him emitted a strange sound. Zhang Luo, who had been oblivious to the temperature under the protection of his shield, was suddenly enveloped by a bone-chilling cold.

Naturally, the party led by Raksha the mother wolf was unwilling to let Mowgli leave. In her view, if Mowgli were to leave like this, there was only one possible outcome: he would eventually die under the attack of Shere Khan the tiger.

Seeing that Zhu Di was suspicious of her words, Watanabe Tsunako knew that only the truth would earn his trust. She told Zhu Di everything without reservation, including the fact that their fleet had been destroyed by Tang Ming and his men.

With things standing as they were, a southern invasion by the Liao Dynasty seemed almost inevitable. It was unclear how Xiao Feng would handle this. Of course, given the Song Dynasty’s current military strength, it was more than capable of holding its ground, provided it did not actively invade the Liao territory.

Tang Ming knew full well that once the train was invented, it would signal the true beginning of the Industrial Revolution. With sufficient financial backing, the country would undergo earth-shattering changes in just twenty or thirty years.

The second floor was divided into private boxes and a main hall. The hall was laid out similarly to the first floor, with a buffet on the periphery and a dance floor in the center. However, the food here was more exquisite and expensive, and the patrons were dressed with greater luxury and elegance, clearly a cut above the first floor.

Judging by Fujino Tsunako’s composure, her status among the Japanese pirates must have been quite high. Tang Ming pondered for a moment and finally decided to hear what she had to say. He gestured to Fei Xin, who, though reluctant, had no choice but to nod in agreement.

The reason it wasn't detected upon entering the ruins was likely because the magic array had not been fully activated; the anomaly could only be sensed in the vicinity of this core stone slab.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Clan’s exclusive hillside villa conference room, the Phoenix Clan abruptly sent a telepathic message to Feng Qi, who was sitting beside them, wishing to discuss the arrangements for the personnel the Phoenix Clan would send to the Genius Academy.

Jun Xuan sent one iron chain flying, but another had already coiled around his right ankle. His body plunged instantly, and he was slammed violently against the ground.

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Seeing Ma Yuanlong waving at him from a distance, Fang Mo put down the flying sword he was repairing and walked over.

Compared to the awkward black-robed mage, Chu Tianshang looked at the battlefield in the distance with a thoughtful expression.

"What does Lady Mi think of this matter?" General Shangguan’s squinted eyes glimmered with a cold, piercing light.

Zuo Yang smiled awkwardly at his boss, Chen Chong, and immediately glared fiercely at the dog, Dahuang.

At that very moment, the magnificent voice of the Dragon Clan Patriarch, Long Xingnan, suddenly echoed across the hillside plaza.

"Yes, Young Master! Ling’er has been here for five days. You have been in seclusion, so Ling’er and her father have been staying with the Grand Elder," said Uncle Zhong.

No sooner had these words fallen than the villagers began pulling their children along, crowding into the courtyard before Mr. Hu could even speak.

As long as I get out, the space will be wider. Even if I can’t bite that person to death, at least I won’t harm my parents, and I won’t become a trapped beast.

Ling Xiquan thought this absentmindedly. Without paying attention, his mouse clicked below the window, on an ad frame that looked like a news link.

Mu Yingchen knew about Pei Qingyu, Xiao Zitian’s childhood sweetheart. He dared not say how important Pei Qingyu was in Xiao Zitian’s heart, but at the very least, he was more important than him.

Hearing what this guy said, a surge of anger rose in my heart. I couldn't believe he was this kind of person—not only did he want to toy with her, but he also intended to sell her into "the den," which meant selling her into the human trafficking trade.

However, the three heroes in the fountain did not move out; only the Emperor of the Sands remained there, guarding the base.

Upon hearing this news, Qi Hang immediately asked for details. He said that she had been spotted in Guangdong yesterday afternoon, and she was accompanied by another martial artist who appeared to be from the Han family.

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I remember now; this scent is the exact same as the one who killed me back then. Because I have transformed into a dog, although I still possess human thoughts, I have gained the advantages of a dog, including an extremely keen sense of smell.

"You don't need to be nervous, and you don't need to be overly guarded against me," Su Qi said, her tone extremely gentle.

Yin Qingyu watched his fiancée as she was about to drink. "A-Yao, I don't like eating this," Princess Min’an said, pouting her lips.

A grimy, aged hand suddenly reached out in front of him. In the palm were a few five-jiao and one-yuan coins. The hand trembled incessantly, causing the coins to clatter and jingle.

Along the banks of the Liu Yang River, the water had frozen into a thick layer of ice. There was a sour, foul stench, and the black pollution was extremely severe.

"Haha!" Su Jun laughed sheepishly. He knew that what Adair was referring to was his calm demeanor when he first woke up and later when he cleared away the sounds of grief.

As a college student, Chu He felt that studying academic subjects was likely much easier than cultivating martial arts.

Looking at the uncertainty in Li Tingmo’s eyes, Ye Zhen felt that he might have truly suspected the wrong person and should not have jumped to conclusions. He handed the remote control to Li Tingmo. The atmosphere in the room remained awkward.

Although he did not know how dire the situation would become if he lost the crucial lead of Old Ma, or if the clue to the "Source of Life" would be severed, he told himself that as long as there is life, there is hope—people are often forced into greatness by necessity.