Chapter 32: The Wolf King

When the two returned to the spot where they had discovered the white wolf earlier, they found, just as expected, a snow-white wolf struggling in the trap they had set. Although it was only a small trap, Zhao Weimin had reinforced it with extra materials, ensuring that the wolf could neither break free nor drag the trap away. It kicked its legs frantically, trying to dislodge the metal jaws clamped onto its limb.

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In the aftermath, the Snowy Lion treated the Beiman army like mere toys; with a single sweep of its paw, a mist of blood would erupt, and with a single breath of thunder, a string of lives would wither away.

Tian Xue nodded in agreement. Zhaoning was absolutely right. That wretch rarely visited her East Rose Court even once a year, so why did she happen to show up today, right when the trouble with Fei'er occurred? It was indeed too much of a coincidence.

Beyond the ongoing war in Guangxi, hostilities had also broken out in Hubei. Liu Bihua of Hunan and Li Xia of Henan had both dispatched troops into the province. Reflecting on it, since the Immortal Emperor had covered the pension funds and materials, there was no loss for them in this campaign; they had no reason to refuse.

Xie Yunting clamped his hand over her jaw, his gaze growing colder with every passing second. Before Sheng Yuan could react, he suddenly leaned in and bit her fair, slender neck.

Mother Liu stared in shock at the door that Long Linfei had just slammed shut in front of her, muttering in a daze.

Sheng Yuan was never one to meddle in others' affairs, but she, too, had been someone whose identity was mocked and whose self-esteem had been trampled upon. She could endure being insulted herself, but she could never tolerate anyone speaking ill of her mother.

However, his smile lasted less than a breath before a sharp, piercing pain shot through his palm.

The arrival of Ye Xuyan was undoubtedly a massive honor for the Song family's promotion banquet. Master Song and Mistress Song had never expected such a prominent figure to attend, and they spent the entire time fawning over him as they ushered him into the courtyard.

Gu Ling'er’s eyes suddenly lit up. A faint smile graced her lips as she changed direction, heading toward the First Madam's East Rose Court.

Once the shaded pavilions were filled, a Taoist priest dressed in apricot-yellow robes, radiating an ethereal and sage-like aura, drifted slowly from afar onto the high platform. The various sects rose to offer their respects, all except for the Tianshan Myth and Dong Xuanzi.

To deal with someone like him, theoretically, one must proceed slowly. First, eliminate his subordinates and strip away his influence, then bring formal charges against the man himself. To force the issue now would be too dangerous and could easily trigger widespread chaos.

Fang Tianbao gripped his knife with both hands, pressing down hard on the masked man's hand. He was now only a step away from the assailant. He could even smell the breath the man exhaled—a foul stench of garlic he had just consumed.

The supergiant star that the Nine Luminaries Star Lord had harvested was a defective one; it lacked a stellar core.

Furthermore, what was this aura of life? And what was the meaning of the red color within the flower bud? Chong Yunzi appeared lazy and casual, but his inner divine sense was already locked tightly onto Lin Feng's Sword Lotus world.

The lightning sword shattered, and the black banner recoiled instantly. With the banner damaged, Cao Da spat out a mouthful of blood.

The strength of the Imperial Sect was not at all as outsiders speculated; it far exceeded their guesses. The fact that the Blood Tower could reach an agreement with the Imperial Sect clearly showed that the Blood Tower’s power was in no way inferior to theirs.

Ten minutes later, Adong arrived with his men. Seeing Liang Bing and Lin Mu sitting together, Adong started to approach to offer a greeting, but was stopped cold by a sharp glare from Liang Bing.

Crown Prince Song was all too familiar with this sense of density. Wasn't this the mysterious blue water Lin Feng had used? He was now certain that Lin Feng was behind all of this.

"Young Master Lin, it is better to be forgiving when one can," the old man who had accompanied Old Master Long and remained silent until now finally spoke.

"Understood." Five months was a tight schedule, and the white man felt the pressure.

Afterward, he had his assistant take Mu Li and Cheng Cheng to their assigned rooms to rest. Cheng Cheng, just waking from anesthesia, asked Mu Li in a daze if the surgery was already over. Mu Li told him it hadn't happened yet—they were just running tests, and the surgery would be in a few days.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded: Lin Qing and Mu Li skipped work, each calling their assistants to ask for leave, claiming they would be in later, and sat in the café to begin their gossip in earnest.

Ariana gradually regained her confidence through several exchanges, a faint smile appearing on her face as she laid out her analysis.

Zhang Bairen sat in the main tent, feeling troubled. The inertia of history was immense; it could not be changed simply because one wished it. Once you truly traveled through time, you would find there was nothing you could do.

The thought of Yin Niang brought a spark of spirit to Zhang Ruyun. Only ten or twelve feet away, Yin Niang and Old Madam Liu were locked in a fierce battle. Although Yin Niang possessed no formal sword skills, she fought Mother Liu to a standstill, leaving Zhang Ruyun filled with involuntary admiration.

The Immortal Emperor gestured toward Qin Yibai, looking rather dismissive, clearly displeased with the deliberate, performative nature of Qin Yibai's actions.

"I have decided to accept your suggestion. The old lady has already given me the house deed," Feng Ming smiled.

A general in silver armor rode forth, wielding a precious sword, with ten thousand cavalrymen following closely behind him.

While filled with doubt, she saw Wei flick her wrist, and a string of obsidian bracelets flashed before Yuan Zi's eyes.

"Don't let his unreliable speech fool you; this fellow... will certainly be the future head of the Wu family," Nan Jinxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly confident in the man.

The atmosphere in the cockpit had relaxed, whether intentionally or not, and Wei was already preparing for descent. Meanwhile, the mood between Ran and Conan in first class was somewhat tense.

After half a month of intensive drills, the men under Lin Chufeng’s command were beginning to take shape. As an elite armored unit with top-tier defense, the remainder of their training could be completed with real steel and blood on the battlefield.

Lan Ruoxi hadn't expected him to be so unserious even at a time like this. She shouldn't have bothered with him; as the saying goes, "a bane lasts a thousand years," and she should have known he wouldn't die so easily.

She had essentially given up on trying to break through. She buried herself in her arms, thinking that if she couldn't hear or see, it would be enough... She was like a child who hadn't learned to swim, slipping on a stone at the bottom of the river, losing her balance as the water rushed into her nose and mouth.