Chapter 357: No Professionalism At All

Li Chang'an’s voice was calm, yet it carried an unmistakable, brook-no-argument authority.

"Assemble in the training room within five minutes, look alive!"

Sun Yang snapped awake in an instant, scrambling frantically into his clothes while muttering under his breath.

"Unbelievable, put through the wringer every single day, is the captain actually made of iron!"

The reactions of the others were noticeably more composed.

Han Ruoxi tied her hair back as she stepped out of her room, casting a glance at Sun Yang.

Yu Huaxian’s voice was gentle yet crystalline, like a mountain spring splashing against stone; she curtseyed gracefully, bowing her head slightly as the light caught her pale skin, casting thick shadows from her eyelashes in a manner that stirred the imagination.

By this time, not a shred of cloth remained to cover my body, and I was charred pitch-black all over from the fiery blast; if someone had handed me a leaf to hide my nakedness, I would have looked the absolute part of an indigenous tribal youth.

Because the repair work had halted, the entire mine shaft lacked light and lay in profound darkness; I asked Liu Cheng for a flashlight and, led by the foreman, ventured into the pitch-black depths.

After dinner, the hospitable villagers poured each of us a cup of their locally brewed spit-roasted liquor, and the whole company gathered around the hearth, sipping the spirits and drifting into conversation.

Ling Ye was directly enveloped by the terrifying aura, his black hair whipping wildly in the wind and his purple robes billowing loudly, like a solitary skiff upon a tempestuous sea, enduring the onslaught of a violent storm.

Tong Lingxi allowed herself to be led out by the hand, but she kept her wits about her before departing, tucking the Buddha's-hand jade pendant on her neck deep inside her clothes.

To buy time, Wang Yuan had been pressing forward without rest; the draft animals responsible for transporting provisions and cannonballs were lashed from beginning to end, slaughtered for meat to supplement the rations whenever they collapsed from exhaustion.

Ling Yufei spat blood in sheer fury; Ye Aotian actually dared to recruit Ling Ye into the Firmament Sect, which was nothing short of a humiliation to her—as long as Ling Ye remained, he would be a walking monument of disgrace to her name.

The wind blades struck the direction with the fewest martial artists, the weakest point in the encirclement; the two-headed gale wolf was clearly intent on breaking through.

He knew perfectly well that Shen Qingqiu had done wrong, and that everything back then had been nothing but a misunderstanding.

At the absolute precipice of crisis, spurred by blood and pain, Shiranui Genma activated the Substitution Technique with a single hand seal; with a resounding pop, the Hidden Sand Jonin skewered nothing but a boulder.

That Royce would actually consult him came as a bit of a surprise to Zhu Dong; aside from himself, a being possessing a veritable cheat code, both Dodge and Royce were professional soldiers who understood this brand of jungle warfare well, and as for defense, everyone already had a clear idea in mind.

Lin Bo could only helplessly push it with his hands, all while wiping away the sweat that seemed to pour from him without end.

At this thought, Li Xing halted his hands and turned his gaze toward the numerous powerhouses present.

The wedding matron was about to speak when Sun Jingshu, standing beside her, intervened, "Let her wash it off, and give her a lighter touch of makeup later. Though a wedding ought to be grand, there is no need to paint her face like a ghost." She was presumably still haunted by the memory of such heavy cosmetics.

If Shiranui Genma remembered correctly, Yakushi Kabuto at this time should already be a multi-faceted spy, lurking in the Leaf Village to provide intelligence to Orochimaru and Sasori, and perhaps even maintaining ties with Danzo.

"I felt hungry, and not wanting to trouble the cook, I whipped up a bowl of noodles myself; since I made too much, you all should have some as well." Zhou Mingyue sat down beside Xia Zhongchun, spaced a single seat away from Duan Xiyuan.

For wealthy clans like theirs, what mattered above all else was a match of equal social standing, or someone who could benefit their own enterprise, before they would ever consider an arranged marriage.

With a wave of his hand, Zhu Jun was prepared to dispatch Chunyu Qiong from the camp to meet the challenge, knowing full well the perils that lay ahead but choosing to march straight into the tiger's den.

Wang Qi had learned nothing else from following Chen Fengjian, but he had certainly mastered the art of playing pranks; he ordered his subordinates to string the bandits together with a rope and forced them to march behind the grain wagons, entering the city in such a grand, bustling procession that the passing townsfolk gathered in crowds just to watch the spectacle.