Chapter 323: Zerg Reconnaissance Unit

Sun Yang paused, his hands freezing on the buckles of his boots as the words echoed.

"This early? What kind of assignment is it this time, another simulation?"

"It is no simulation,"

Li Changan replied, casting a sharp glance in his direction.

"This is the real deal. A few scouting units of the insectoid race have cropped up near the perimeter of the base—likely an vanguard force. We must purge them immediately.

The objective is straightforward enough, but do not let your guard down."

"Insectoid scouts?"

"Could it be that you harbor feelings for me? If you truly do, it is utterly laughable, for I could never bring myself to love you."

"Are you courting death?" Jiang Yang threatened, his gaze dark and venomous, radiating a palpable intent to kill. Li Mu's defiance had only served to inflame his murderous urge.

Unable to suppress the gnawing curiosity in my chest, I kept looking back through the rear window, but in the deep shroud of the night without headlights, I was met only with total darkness and could see no sign of her.

Therefore, one had to exercise extreme caution when choosing a cultivation technique; even a single mistake would afford no second chance.

Of course, even if the naked eye could not discern the difference, people still possessed a method to evaluate the quality of the elixirs. It was quite simple: elixirs with more impurities weighed heavier, while those with fewer were lighter. This being the sole criterion for judgment, a technique known as the "float-and-sink method" was conceived.

I fell into silence upon hearing this, and on reflection, it was precisely as he had described. Since entering the sepulcher, we had traversed but a single passageway, yet the mechanical traps encountered along the way had already left me thoroughly vexed.

In the next instant, the entire venue erupted into an unprecedented frenzy of celebration, every face radiant with a boundless and overwhelming ecstasy, a roar so thunderous it reverberated across the entire peak.

"Su Wenrou, you had better explain yourself clearly." A loud crash resounded from the other end of the line, a testament to the man's immense agitation.

Just as I had seated myself inside the tent, Lin Ziqi suddenly approached. Seeing her come looking for me caught me somewhat by surprise.

"Come, come on in!" I said, guiding Yao Qin into the courtyard with a smile. "There is really nothing I need your help with." Talking all the while, we entered the house ahead, where I brought over a stool and motioned for her to take a seat.

Through the shadows, Long Meng raised his head to watch, the four silhouettes in the curtain of rain already distant, yet those persistent cries lingered on, seeming both so close and so incredibly far away.

In that moment, to the eyes of the young White Whirlwind, this man—the most notorious rogue in all of Jiangcheng—looked genuinely aged.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the door. Wu Kui knit his brows as a sinister aura flared within him, and he raised his voice slightly, "Dammit, who is that chattering outside? Watch your head!" In his agitation, the brute's rough demeanor resurfaced, and his volatile temper flared.

None knew the origins of this airship, not even the warrior at the peak of the spirit-severing realm who was issuing the commands.

Beholding such a scene, the doubts within Li Zixiao's heart grew heavier still, and a fierce curiosity compelled him to uncover the truth of the matter.

To tell the truth, she lacked confidence herself, for English had always been the subject she dreaded most; what she did not know was that passing the fourth band of the English exam was merely a pretext Han Siyou used to brush her off, yet she had taken it entirely to heart.

Before their eyes, Ye Shaoxuan's sunken elixir field gradually restored itself as four misty gateways opened from the dantian, through which countless currents of martial force surged wildly, as if having found an outlet. Ye Shaoxuan also slowly regained a fraction of his consciousness, though he too wondered from whence such a vast reservoir of martial power within his body had come.

Meanwhile, Chu Yun, leaning against the wooden door panel, stared with wide eyes, utterly unable to credit what his ears were hearing.

Rong Susu's carriage stood waiting right outside the storefront. Ye Zhen stepped inside, followed immediately by Rong Susu, and the coachman promptly set the carriage in motion.