Volume One, Chapter 38: Claws and Fangs Lying in Ambush

The final stretch of the mountain path was exceptionally steep. He had just reached the halfway point when the bushes by the road suddenly stirred. He stopped immediately, listening intently.

"Who's there? Come out!" he shouted, his hand reaching for the short blade in his pack.

The bushes swayed, and an elderly man in tattered clothes crawled out. The old man had a gaunt face, but his eyes were bright; though his clothes were worn, they were washed clean.

"Young man, have mercy. Could you spare a drop of water?" The old man’s voice was hoarse, his hands trembling incessantly.

Su Haoming did not let his guard down. Since escaping from Fengling City, he had encountered the spies of the Purple Gold Sovereign several times, all using various disguises.

He took out his waterskin and handed it over, but he did not fully relax...

Compared to each other, young divine beasts only possess a potential that fundamentally surpasses that of adult ferocious beasts.

The Rong residence was situated on the mountainside of Mount Zikun. At the height of the Rong family's power, they had purchased the entire mountain and developed it.

Ye Linhan said nothing, merely nodding, and Ye Zhenhua pursed his lips, opting to remain silent as well.

It was clearly she who had instigated this conflict, yet now she feigned innocence, playing the victim first. All of this filled Xue Minjun with intense hatred. She was determined to make the other party pay for this; even if the Grand Brocade Official protected Liang Jiu, she would not admit defeat.

"It's fine, I'll go and try it out this afternoon." Su Qingye responded, nodding as she looked at the two business cards in her hand. Since Lin Shuang was so enthusiastic, how could she bring herself to refuse?

Seeing her mother being such a gossip, Lin Shuang felt a headache coming on. She had been on high alert against the paparazzi, never expecting her own mother to be a veteran of the trade.

Just the thought of Ling Xiao possessing the Blood Sovereign Sword, ten million top-grade spirit stones, ancient martial arts, and even the Heirloom Seal of the Dong Sheng Great Nation...

Yet this single action made the hearts of Barrel and Clockwork skip a beat. Who could ever guess Master Cat’s intentions?

Back when she was a happy college student, she had never considered such distant matters, her heart focused solely on painting well. The worries of that time seemed like nothing at all now.

Guo Huaijie held the secret to the entrance leading from the "Ten Thousand Saint Mountains" to a higher-level world—an entrance that perfectly suited the contingency plan Liu Qiankun had designed for himself.

Luo Mountain was steep and infested with bandits, making it a disputed territory between the North and South. This time, Chen Jincheng’s surprise attack on the South had crossed Luo Mountain directly to threaten Qingwu Town. Fortunately, the South kept a garrison in Qingwu Town, and defenses had been bolstered recently. Chen Jincheng had failed in his initial strike, but the situation remained grim.

"Yue Niang, Yue Niang." Wu Zhu’er was frantic with joy. She called out twice, but when there was no response, she realized the girl had fainted from drowning.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say, because this was a madman; any wrong word could lead to my immediate death at his hands.

In the past, Hong Mei would never have bothered to respond. Yin Li had no doubt about this, as past events had proven it time and again. Yet, to everyone's surprise, even now, Yin Li’s words received no response; Hong Mei continued to treat her as if she were transparent.

"Please calm down, Officer..." The steward surnamed Zhao, knowing that He Shiyi and the others had ordered many pieces of jewelry in the shop, knew he could not afford to offend his wealthy patrons and did his best to smooth things over.

In a place that no human-made machine could capture—the narrow strip of land connecting Odin to the Northern Territory—a fissure had appeared during this terrifying chain of submarine volcanic eruptions.

No one in the great hall spoke up to defend the Seizers because of Youyou’s words, nor did anyone think her assessment was one-sided. The performance of the Seizers was indeed impossible to praise, but the immense defensive capabilities of the Demonic Fiends were simply not something the Seizers' offensive power could overcome.

"You are too kind. I felt an immediate rapport with Luo Yuantang, and I am quite happy that he felt comfortable enough to ask me for this favor!" Sun Yi said with a smile.

Ways are created by people; when a certain Eggplant wants to find someone, he focuses entirely on the task. The scope was limited to creatures existing on the twin swords.

Luo Rongkai had thought of using previous events to sow discord between him and Qingqian. It was therefore impossible to guarantee that he wouldn't directly harm Qingqian's life. He Shiyi believed the only person capable of protecting Qingqian was Bian Shaoxian.

Of course, loud noises and brawls were forbidden; regardless of who was at fault, the guests involved were expected to leave immediately.

"Sir, I am willing to give up the pursuit of Officer Ling and provide you with appropriate compensation. Just let me leave. If you have any demands, I will do whatever I can," Qiu Li pleaded with a mournful face.

The Wood King had long since issued orders to his subordinates: all living things within the thousand-mile radius under his control had departed. The area was empty, leaving behind only one colossal, cyan-colored sphere.

But how sharp was the future General? If others didn't understand Liu Lang's background, how could he not? Last time, when he traveled all the way to Hadapu, he gave away entire divisions' worth of equipment. When had he ever felt such heartache over a mere sixty submachine guns?

Watching Sun Wanjing fall into Liu Ningqian's arms, Tang Feng clapped his hands lightly, his gaze returning to Zhang Yongyou.

He had overestimated Yin Meixian; he hadn't expected her to be defeated by a mere wave of his hand.

Zhang Yi tilted his head, and the cavalry beside him had already raised their rifles. Pop-pop-pop-pop, six of the eight enemy cavalrymen were killed, and the remaining two were wounded.

As the battle began, William was at a disadvantage in terrain; he had to launch an uphill assault along the hillside, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of his operations.

"How much money do you have, Forrest Gump from the East?" Fat George asked, eyeing Gan Jing, who seemed a bit full of himself.

The withered, gaunt face was full of wrinkles, looking like skin stretched over bone. A sharp, hooked nose looked extremely ugly, yet his eyes were filled with ferocity.

What kind of expression should I use to face the world and humanity? Do I dislike them, or do I dislike myself?

"He doesn't have a foot fetish," Gina said with a smile. "Field is an expert in footprint tracking. He can walk in the tracks of the person who planted the mines to avoid danger."

"The old Duke's fiftieth birthday?" Ye Qian repeated the words. As a branch of the Duke of Li’s manor, she would go to kowtow and receive gifts every year for the old Duke's birthday, but this was the only year she hadn't, and it was in this year that the incident occurred.

Ye Zongshan walked slowly, whispering to Ye Qian and Ye Qiao about the layout of the Duke’s residence as they walked inside. He had given a general overview yesterday, and now he was pointing out specific details.

She used to think the Cai family was too chaotic, with a poor reputation and various incompatibilities. In truth, the key to a marriage is whether the man is good; even with a family like Ye Fu’s backing her, she couldn't stop her husband from dragging her down.

Upon entering, Ye Jingxian didn't say a word. He felt a sense of despair regarding the Song woman, finding it exhausting to talk to her; the Song family was too difficult, and every minor disagreement turned into a fight. But the son was his own flesh and blood; if he didn't care, he wouldn't have brought him to the palace to be raised by Grand Princess Anning. Every father hopes for his son to succeed, and he was no exception.