Chapter 128: Rumors and Whispers

Qi City Military Unit

Bai Tao methodically folded the letter he had finished reading along its original creases, the smile on his face having vanished at some point.

He had a premonition that Xie Lin would wake up, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon. So soon, in fact, that he hadn't even returned yet before the man had stirred. Still... perhaps this was for the best.

No sooner had he put the letter away than a knock sounded at the door. He stepped forward to open it, and Bai Yan stormed in, her face full of indignation. "Brother, you must teach He Jisheng a lesson, he is truly—"

I transformed into my human form and crept up behind him, giving his shoulder a sharp tap. He turned around, and upon seeing me, was so startled he nearly jumped out of his skin.

I now held two offensive C-rank cards and one C-rank strategy card in my hand. But I lacked the emergency card needed to help Zhou Yiping and the others escape the fire prison. Thus, Yin Xiuchan immediately judged that the green teleportation crystal in Zhou Yiping’s hand was the only way to save them.

Back in the first half of the year, the local authorities in Luzhou had sought to consolidate the local distilleries to establish a large-scale winery.

In truth, the moment they saw Chen Song, Liu Ren and Wu Xing felt an indescribably complex mix of emotions.

"Luofeng Village has a rule: once the first watch has passed, do not venture out. If you violate this rule, you bear the consequences. Wei Wu, take them over there!" the village chief suddenly warned with a grave expression.

Watching the experts who were so thoroughly lectured that they could barely lift their heads, Chen Song sneered once more.

"One must have a conscience. The six hundred thousand borrowed previously has already been repaid in full!" Gu Yecheng suddenly declared.

Seeing such a golden opportunity nearby, Deng Yijing hurried forward and grabbed the assistant director.

After nearly half a year of effort, they had finally restored the surveillance footage and sent over the photographs.

"There is blood on the coffin, and it looks freshly poured," Yun Heng frowned, then looked toward the four mythical beast statues, as they gave him a deeply unsettling feeling.

***

Li Wei opened his eyes and took a deep breath to suppress the nausea in his stomach. Perhaps due to the haste of the departure, the sensation of weightlessness brought on by this teleportation was exceptionally intense, leaving him feeling nauseated despite having experienced it several times before.

Ancient ghosts and gods were feared because, when faced with the unpredictable nature of fate, people could find no logical explanation and thus required a form of spiritual solace.

If his origin could be described as a flat plane, then the origin within the Origin Bead was three-dimensional, encompassing far more facets.

The Black-Armored World God’s sword was severed instantly, and he was sent flying, crashing into the massive cliff face behind him.

Although the Tree Elves possess terrifying defensive power, the cost of raising them is simply too high. Even our Elf race, in its prime, only managed to cultivate twelve Tree Elf Guardians, and the time required for their cultivation was incredibly long.

Forty-five minutes later, the figures of Mori and his group appeared before the sole entrance to Night Owl Village. This time, no one jumped out to block them; all the guards remained at their posts, yet the gazes they cast were filled with a sense of apprehension.

If you were to ask me what the citizens of Yunxi City have been busy with lately, I would tell you they are making fireworks and firecrackers, and every household is curing bacon and sausages. After all, the 2018 Spring Festival is only a month away.

The police officers, though angry, dared not speak out. After glancing at Li Jiapeng and receiving his nod of consent, they began to clean up the explosion site.

A brawny man struck a massive beast, thousands of kilometers in size, with a single punch, sending it flying backward. The beast sprayed blood, with flesh and bone shards scattering, yet it did not die; it let out a roar and charged forward again.

Lin Tian suddenly noticed a beauty lying on the bed. She was dressed in white, her hair bound with a golden ribbon and cascading down both sides. Her exquisite eyes were closed, with long, playfully upturned eyelashes. Her skin was fairer than snow, and her appearance was incomparably delicate and breathtakingly beautiful.

Yang Chen had also heard of the Earth-Quaking Mountains. Legend had it that the ley lines of the Heavenly Dynasty lay within these mountains, yet no one had ever been able to venture deep inside. It was said that a supreme restriction existed there, preventing anyone from even taking a glimpse.

"If you were in your prime, I might truly be unable to defeat you, but in your current state, you are nothing more than a spent force," Nangong Yiming said, his voice laced with provocation as he resisted the soul-snatching sickle of the White Impermanence, leaning in to whisper directly into the entity's ear.

In reality, however, the consumption within Yang Chen’s body was terrifying. In less than half an incense stick of time, he had already exhausted nearly half of his internal energy. If it continued for another half an incense stick, Yang Chen would be completely drained, yet the Martial God Spirit showed no such concern.

The messenger lowered his head. "Prince Ning would do well to go over and take a look." After speaking, he could not help but glance at the Princess Consort sitting on the couch.

***

The troops even began to set up a defensive perimeter, with a group of anti-aircraft machine guns pointing toward the sky desperately lowering their firing angles, attempting to join the fray.

This line of poetry was easy to understand. Even those unfamiliar with classical verse, when connecting it to the online attacks and the current plight of Zhou Yi and his group, grasped the meaning immediately.

She wanted to know about the events of that year; she wanted to uncover exactly what had happened back then.

Before entering the Immortal Tomb, Qin Mu had never imagined he would achieve such gains. Although he was still far from reaching fifty million horsepower, Qin Mu was already deeply satisfied.

Just as the Dragon King had anticipated, the land area of the Chinese Federation had indeed expanded a thousandfold. Meanwhile, rolling spiritual energy surged from the newly opened star paths, rapidly spreading across every corner of the Federation.

The four mentors watched, stunned, as Huang Bo sang. They confirmed it—it really was Huang Bo singing. It was simply unbelievable.

"I’m just fumbling around blindly over there; how could I have any insights? You hold me in too high regard," Old Jiu said to Murong Qianshan, speaking with humility.

Just as Bu Qianhuai was mentally preparing a countermeasure, a bamboo slip was driven directly into the nail of his right middle finger.

Conversely, Ning Daoqi’s vitality was waning, and his internal energy was severely depleted. If the fight continued, he would be defeated in less than a quarter of an hour.

If everyone had been mentally prepared for such a situation, they might not have felt so distressed. But now that it had actually occurred, none of those present could sit idly by; they had no choice but to face the battle head-on.