Volume 1, Chapter 32: Short on Supplies? Find the Bandits

Gong Wuxie’s alluring peach-blossom eyes curved upward, his smile deepening. However, the words that followed from Jue Sha caused his smile to stiffen.

"It’s nothing, nothing at all. Please, Teacher Liu, continue with your trance; I saw absolutely nothing," Ye Zheng said, waving his hands before suddenly freezing mid-air.

Yet, the situation had taken a sudden turn. Hearing that someone was willing to step forward to help Ye Xiong seek justice and punish that scoundrel, how could they not feel a surge of excitement?

Ming Lian told him that she would not restrict his freedom for the next two years, but if he wished to enter the Primordial God Ruins, he must defeat every cultivator below the Deity Transformation Realm.

Nangong Baixuan sat in the Yanzhai carriage reserved exclusively for the Empress. The carriage was primarily red, adorned with pheasant feathers, and decorated with various red and purple silks. A fragrance cabinet was mounted on the crossbar, complete with incense burners, containers, and treasures, all intricately carved with dragon and chi motifs.

People’s nerves were pulled as tight as a taut string; every sound that rang out was grating and harsh.

Among Mu Qiu’s several spirit beasts, Mo Yanxi was quite fond of the Spirit-Seeking Mouse and enjoyed teasing it. Unfortunately, none of those spirit beasts could speak yet, leaving Mo Yanxi rather bored.

Just then, at the very center of the plaza, atop the circular podium, the Master of Ceremonies overseeing the clan competition suddenly stood up and announced in a booming voice.

Upon hearing this, Hong Liu looked at the Contradictory Old Man in astonishment: "Father, didn't he go missing during his serious illness? How is this possible? Is Father still alive?"

Amidst the disdainful arguments of the youths, a scoff rang out, instantly drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

This made Mizuki pout. Honestly, they hadn’t finished fighting last night; why had things turned out like this today? Feeling somewhat unwilling, she wanted to force him into a fight. But just then, she heard members of the Taketori clan talking, saying that those who had gone out the previous night were now returning one after another.

"Greetings, Demon King!" The few demon guards bowed deeply, as always, to the black-robed Five-Poison Phoenix perched high above.

Furthermore, aside from a few victories early on where they seized some spoils, Western Yan had not won a battle in many years.

The assassin pulled out odds and ends like a magic steel dagger. Gomis nodded; this dagger alone was enough to prove that the opponent’s status was not low.

Mu Bai certainly knew that this would be more convenient, but it also made him easier to expose. Despite his unusual relationship with Zhou Cheng, Mu Bai knew well that the guy wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.

He originally had a helper; seventy years ago, he had traded materials with a wild mage for a magical puppet, but unfortunately, it had broken down after only fifty years of use. Compared to humans, the double lifespan of a halfling could sometimes be a tormenting ordeal.

Even Ying Sha himself could not predict what kind of punishment he would face upon returning to the base of the Evil Sha Mercenary Group.

Engineer weapons were relatively cheap, so Zhang Yang easily purchased several such shovels in the market and equipped his engineers with them. It took only 20 seconds to set up a fortification, and including the running time, one minute was enough to set up two, with even a little time to spare.

"My Prince, my life is of little consequence, but I only wish to ask one final question: Do you have me in your heart?" Hua Rumei asked, her voice trembling with sorrow.

"You’re back. Did you go to the Hundred Flower Tower in the middle of the night? You left me to wake up alone without seeing a trace of you!" Yue Mengxin asked coldly, intentionally wearing a stern expression.

"Damn it! That bitch! I’ll make sure she’s gang-raped by countless men, make her a slut for thousands, and then post her nude photos online so she’ll be infamous for eternity!" Tang Junjie screamed.

Was he once again facing a situation where he was powerless? Guo Lang’s tense body suddenly softened with a sense of helplessness. In his past life, he had watched everything he loved slip away; he had done nothing and protected no one. Was he now destined to repeat the same mistakes?

"Teacher Jiang, you even know this? I heard from Li Yungong that witches are reviled by everyone. You aren’t planning to beat me, are you?" Yi Feng asked.

"Why shouldn't we pick it? You said before that one piece is worth 50,000 gold coins," Lin Luoer said, surprised.

Although there was no guide at the Myriad Worlds Wishing Pool at the time, Yang Qingting and her group had already sent people to report the situation to Qin Fury and the other guides. Logically, such an 'enemy' should not have been able to appear in East Sea City again.

Thinking of this, Mou Qing’s heart blossomed with joy. The journey there had taken twenty minutes, but the return trip was cut exactly in half.

Despite Jiang Feng’s utter reluctance, since Ye Bapao had personally given the order, he could not disobey.

Last time, she had accidentally run into the colleague who had been forced to resign because of this incident. That was when she learned that she was now working at the company of the Second Young Master Han, and her salary was significantly higher than before.

"That’s right! As the saying goes, blood debts must be paid in blood. The Patriarch of the Fan family has already spoken; he wants us to bring you back so he can personally cripple you!" the bald man said coldly.

The surrounded enemy commander panicked. He desperately sent telegrams to the division commander, requesting immediate reinforcements; otherwise, the entire vanguard regiment was at risk of being completely annihilated by the main force of the Communist army.

It was no wonder Fang Yi hadn’t recognized Ye Wudao; he was wearing sunglasses and a hat, so it was perfectly normal for her not to notice him.

Immediately, several special forces soldiers lunged forward. The enemy artillerymen scrambled to raise their submachine guns to fire, but it was too late. The submachine guns in the hands of the soldiers unleashed a volley, and the dense rain of bullets turned the enemy artillerymen into a honeycomb in an instant.

More than thirty innate experts, radiating the true energy fluctuations of the Innate Realm, surged forward like a dark cloud. The momentum was magnificent and overwhelming, enough to make one’s heart tremble.

From his rebirth and transmigration to becoming the Great Gun God, he had won match after match, and they had asked him countless times, but he had never explained it to them.