Chapter 350: Brought Everything?

Sun Yang turned his head toward him, his face a canvas of pure grievance.

"Speak the absolute truth!"

Bai Lin lowered his head to fiddle with his wristwatch, offering no further attention.

Before the dawn broke the following morning, the bug-hunter squad was already packed and ready to march.

Standing at the vanguard of the queue, Li Chang'an swept his gaze across everyone's gear.

"Has everything been thoroughly checked? Firearms, ability tools, rations—are they all accounted for?"

"All present and accounted for!"

Sun Yang barked in reply.

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"Later, the king desired Gan Jiang's head on a spike, merely to vent the deep-seated hatred in his heart," the young man said in a flat, dispassionate murmur.

Guo Lin explained that He Yixiang’s panicked slap hadn’t stung in the slightest; to him, it felt rather like a coy flirtation. He stole a few more glances at her, finding that after days apart, she had grown even more beautiful than before. Their separation had been brief, so perhaps she had gained some hidden boon after becoming a true disciple.

Zhao Gan offered a faint smile and took the initiative this time, his foot snapping out with the swiftness of a lightning bolt. In a duel, striking first was, in its own way, a silent manifestation of respect for one's opponent.

It was not until midday that a thoroughly exhausted Huang Guoqiang finally dragged himself back to his quarters; now well into his thirties, he could no longer match his younger days, and such an exhausting night had nearly drained him to a hollow husk.

Ling Yu sat silently within the cavern, feeling the surge and ebb of his own inner field energy. This form of training was far simpler and more intuitive than traditional qigong. In theory, the energy gathering zone inside the body was precisely what the qigong era had called the dantian. This point rested essentially at the center of the human form, three inches below the navel.

Six months. Without her, he still had his palace full of beauties, not to mention the heir he would soon possess; she wondered if he would eventually purge her from his memory entirely.

The crowd tramped through the wild weeds, sighing with deep emotion upon their reunion, as Zhao Dashan stepped forward to Hao Yuting's side while Guan Peng curled his lip in a silent sneer.

The surroundings were uncannily serene, save for the faint, low-pitched sobbing of the wind passing through the mouth of the cave, rising and falling like the weary sighs of an old man.

"Hold your hand!" Xie Junhe cried out, heedless of the danger as he vaulted over the breach in the low wall and plunged into the courtyard. A phantom-like white silhouette laughed fiendishly, a taut, slender steel wire glinting under the cold moonlight. The sword-blade was already pressing before his eyes. Under the menacing glare of the steel, the white shadow released its grip and leaped onto the roof, as agile and weightless as if it possessed wings.

Shi Qi said, "If the enterprise succeeded, I would have become a high minister; if it failed, I would be boiled alive—such is the nature of my duty." To the very end, he refused to disclose the location of the corpse. Consequently, they boiled Shi Qi alive, and sought to reinstate King Hui.

Yet he knew all too well that facing a powerhouse like Murong Zhenyun, who stood atop the very pinnacle of the mortal realm, any reckless intervention with his current strength would be nothing short of seeking his own demise.

The wind rushed past Gongye Haomiao's ears, and the hem of Ji Xuan's robes brushed sharply against his face, giving him a stark fright, just as Ji Xuan's voice resonated beside him: "It is inconvenient for me to show my face; act as the circumstances dictate." Only then did he realize Ji Xuan had already slipped inside the carriage.

The dining table remained a scene of fervent warmth, and after a long while, everyone stood up in unison, raising their glasses toward the center of the table with resounding, high-pitched cheers.

Zeng Shixiong was the commander of the Wild Wolf Special Forces Brigade; having spent nearly ten years crawling and fighting his way to his current position, it had been anything but easy, which in itself bore testament to his extraordinary capabilities.

Having settled on this plan, the two of them rested a while longer. Seeing that the celestial crane was sufficiently refreshed, they prepared to set forth toward Eagle Island.

Rather than retreating, Luo Chen advanced, stepping forward with a violent stride as a surge of internal airflow coursed through his meridians, before suddenly expanding against his chest with a sharp snap. In an instant, his chest became like an impenetrable wall of bronze and iron, recoiling violently to unleash a burst of tremendous force.

"It seems you know everything, haha." For the first time, Yaxike chuckled in front of Ami with the simple, innocent demeanor of a child.

The dark night receded as clarity washed over heaven and earth, and Jiaohe County awoke once more from its silence, dissolving into a bustling clamor.

"...I can buy it from you with magic crystals, what is the exchange rate on your side?" Asahel finally managed to finish the latter half of his sentence, casting a casual glance at the newsstand owner as he spoke.