Chapter 63: Shadow Isle

He had already put on a brilliant display, but he simply couldn't withstand the sheer number of opponents. As he dodged their skills with his own, the Giant Mouth and the Fan Queen relentlessly unleashed their attacks on him. Unable to hold out, he surrendered his first blood.

The Pope made no attempt to conceal anything. After all, the Cardinal's name was easily discoverable. Bishop Trenn was someone Hou Yi had met before, and that other bishop, whose expression was oddly stiff, was named Barry. The other three were Crowe, Hans, and Fox. The names of the rest didn't matter to Hou Yi; he only wanted to know Barry's name.

Everyone who entered the youth training camp could be called a young prodigy, but over the years, those who actually emerged from the camp were few and far between.

Here, the narrative paused, and a peculiar silence fell over the scene. After a moment, Nangong Zhun suddenly burst out laughing, his hearty voice echoing throughout the hall. No one understood the meaning behind his laughter, and everyone grew wary and uneasy.

Night fell. After his cultivation, Wu Feng lay down to sleep fully dressed. This was the watchtower—he did not trust it. He had already sent the old beggar to protect Zhou Yuan and the others.

“Ji Feng, you and the others step aside for now. I’ll find a way to question him,” Zhou Jian said. After learning from Ji Feng that the man was a master, Zhou Jian gave the matter greater weight and wanted the others to withdraw, leaving himself alone to interrogate in the quiet.

Once again, a sound came from outside the door—it was none other than Chu Xiang, who had just left. Chu Qiang hurriedly climbed out of bed, preparing to wash up and get dressed.

The more Chu Qiang thought about it, the more guilty she felt—her mind seemed occupied solely with the idea of making Mu Zexi a cuckold. If the Empress knew of this, just how deeply would the shadow fall over her heart?

Every time she recalled Mu Zexi’s panic-stricken expression as he left, Consort Dong felt as though knives were stabbing into her heart. She wanted nothing more than to tear Chu Qiang apart.

In the following days, those who had originally intended to work with Ying Han on the film gradually abandoned the idea.

That power was not something he could use too often. If he used it repeatedly in a day, the “core” Lin had left him would be unable to suppress the violent Oracle Cells within his body.

If something happened at home, the person involved would have their partner move into the Buddha Hall, chant scriptures for seven days, and, after leaving, copy forty-nine sutras each day in prayer until peace was restored.

“Heh, you needn’t be so nervous. It seems the geological survey wasn’t thorough enough; such a big secret went undiscovered,” Liu Qiang remarked.

Judging from the time she entered the role, it would be no more than ten minutes before the man with the rifle burst in.

Li Yueci looked as though he wasn’t eating ordinary fried rice, but a delicacy from the heavens. He hadn’t even swallowed the mouthful in his mouth before he was already smiling and raising another spoonful to his lips.

Yet, even after completing over a dozen assignments, and witnessing countless streams of golden light pouring into the cocoon, the system seemed even weaker than when it began.

“Wang Zhen, in your industry, who makes the most money?” asked a friend with the screen name “I’m So High Profile” in the stream’s chat, posing an interesting question.

The conversation gradually turned to Fu Gaofeng, and a comment on screen sparked a lively discussion among all.

In the same tent camp, not far behind Fat Dog, Sister Hua, Mohican, and the others were watching, their brows furrowed.

As David’s thoughts raced, voices from the two people’s conversation crackled again in his headset. He quickly lifted his binoculars to continue his surveillance.

Tang Mingjiang emerged, his face deathly pale. Hearing such shameless arguments, he could not help but mock his opponent.

This idea tormented her heart; the more she dwelled on it, the more convinced she became, and the guilt toward Lin Qi grew heavier.

Zhao Shanshan was fuming! But her benefactor was busy with company affairs and had no time or way to help her.

As for Xu Xuan, should he first be injected with gastrovirus serum to enhance him, or should his soul be pulled out with the Soul-Cutting Blade to sever the chains of karma, then tossed into the deep pit to be eroded by the chains and become a Reaper?

Hua Zhao was on the verge of tears as Liang Yinwan meticulously analyzed each word of the poetry. She quietly sat down, laid her head on the desk, her earlier righteous indignation gone.

He looked closely and saw an iron-barred gate raised up, behind which was a dungeon-like inner chamber. Light shone out from within.

“Clap, clap, clap—” Henry finished his explanation, and Ward, utterly convinced, found himself applauding involuntarily.

Luo Huaiqing was rather surprised—hadn’t she said she wouldn’t come? Why was she here with so much stuff?

The Commander of Cavalry stood still, a great hole piercing his chest front to back, the edges glowing red-hot, drops of molten iron hissing as they fell.

From the corner of his eye, he saw by the city wall a figure who looked like a general, accompanied by someone who was clearly not a soldier and seemed strangely familiar.

With things as they were, all Cao Cao could do was pretend to grasp the inscrutable standards of others, giving himself a way to save face for his own confusion.

Among their group, only Zu Ti rode a horse—that had been a gift from Pei Gai. As for Pei Gai, he still traveled by ox cart. So, as the two hurried along, they soon parted ways at the halfway point. By the time Pei Gai’s ox cart reached the walls of Guangling, Zu Ti had already arrived on horseback some time earlier.

But the flaws of these would-be bandits soon became apparent. Many of them were unruly and undisciplined, and some would desert right after collecting a month’s pay, corrupting the atmosphere of the entire camp.

When that man left, the person beside Cao Cao also tried to stand, but Cao Cao, sensing something off, pressed down hard again, and silence fell once more.

Xia Chongshan hesitated. The five fingers of Wuqu closed, gripping the short spear tight, the spearhead aimed at the madman, cold light flickering.

Caw, caw, caw… So it really was this fellow. A level-nine alpha wolf, yet so discreet, truly impressive and admirable.

“A carriage… made of silver?” one of them stared at the dazzling vehicle, his mouth agape, speaking in disbelief.

Because of this, everyone in the family avoided the Second Young Madam. If she caught sight of you, she’d scrutinize you from head to toe, making you uncomfortable—and then, inevitably, she’d point out all your ailments.