Volume One, Chapter 59: Undercover

"Get up." The Ace of Spades said casually, no longer sparing her a glance, turning instead to the other two members of the Poker group.

"Why are you two here?"

"We were following orders from the Beast Tamer, sent to deliver messages to a few other outposts. On the way, we ran into this girl," said the member wearing the Two of Hearts mask.

"The Beast Tamer? Where is he now?"

Montage, who was impersonating the Ace of Spades, felt a jolt of alarm. Before Qi Ren could think further, a pale foot landed with a loud smack against his waist. In the next instant, he was overwhelmed by a tremendous force, his body mercilessly flung from the bed.

Though Mother Mu hadn’t been particularly detailed, her practiced manner made it seem as if these events had happened to her personally.

If Song Zhu’s earlier trance had been something Xie Jue could let slide, this time, he was genuinely angry.

I shook my head—things were too unclear to act rashly. I didn’t know how many people might be inside the room; it wouldn’t be surprising if the numbers exceeded our expectations.

Late at night, inside the command cabin of the warship, He Peng, Old Li, Big Gold Brick, Liu Yishuang, and several disciples from the Lu Sheng Sect had gathered.

"Go." Zhuge Zhao pointed toward the direction of the cliff—though it was the other way—indicating that Li Fuxiao should circle around. When the fighting broke out, that would be the easiest time to rescue people. With such a commotion, Zhang Qing would come down soon enough.

Time had left its marks on them both, yet the one he loved remained as beautiful as ever, no matter how many years passed.

Their gazes, tinged with nostalgia, met in a brief smile—when suddenly, a faint sound came from downstairs.

Master Lin looked at them, unable to stand any longer, collapsing onto the sofa in utter despair.

Xu Qing gazed at Liu Qian with persistent curiosity, her fair cheeks tinged with a delicate blush.

So young, yet Shi Haotian could already construct a basic trapping array—an unprecedented achievement. The way of formations differed from cultivation; it required insight—extraordinary insight.

Yuan Shoucheng pulled another rag from his pocket, its appearance so wretched it was barely better than a beggar’s clothing.

Old Master Gu, who had remained silent, snorted coldly at these words and replied indifferently.

Fortunately, his blink was still available. If he called for reinforcements after, he’d have a good chance of success.

Chen Bao wasted no more words and began at once, determined to perfect his theory. He drew a layered structural diagram on the chart.

To her, that person called Sao was utterly detestable, and after what had happened yesterday, she was more determined than ever to teach him a lesson if they met again.

Just as Lin Huan was about to take things further, Zhan Tai Jingxuan summoned all her strength to turn around, pressing her hand against Lin Huan’s chest as she spoke.

By sending the black mist soil to Mars, it could gradually transform the planet’s geology, eventually making it suitable for human habitation.

Most importantly, all these hundred thousand people were new humans. In terms of sheer numbers, the strength of Mount Hua Sword Palace and Tianyue Base was now evenly matched.

He moved two steps closer to her bedside. The swan could almost see her own reflection in his long, dark eyes.

Still, he was an assassin; he couldn’t afford to be unarmed. His left hand flashed to his waist and drew a dagger several centimeters long, stabbing fiercely toward Li Xin’s abdomen.

When the Poison stopped, it stared at Li Xin in horror, its eyes wide with terror, facial muscles twitching, veins bulging on its forehead.

Chen Changsheng let out a beast-like roar, the power of the Nether God surging to its peak. In both hands, two spears of Nether God erupted with boundless light.