Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Female Overseer, Ensnared by Karmic Fire

Reminded by that remark, Lan Zijie was jolted back to the matter at hand. He rushed to the window and leaned against the railing to look down; after only a brief glance, he spotted Bu Luoji and his party embroiled in a confrontation with a street vendor.

As she pondered, Yue Shanjian flipped through a letter in her hand. Although it was not her intended target for the day, the name on the envelope caught her attention.

"This is the first step, then. Ruoran, I will make you realize that I truly love you, and that I am no less than Leng Dianchen."

Rong City was currently in a state of turmoil; the government’s credibility had fallen into an unprecedented crisis, and the city itself was in chaos.

Just as Bai Nuohang sighed and prepared to open the door, a sudden sound of guitar music drifted from behind him. Curious, he turned his head.

"Indeed, physical pain is a signal. It points out to all of us that something is wrong with our bodies and indicates exactly where the problem lies. Everyone detests pain, viewing it as the karma of a past life or the suffering of the present, yet they fail to realize that pain is the body’s inevitable reaction. To remove it is harmful, not beneficial."

Regardless of what Lan Zijie thought, he had to keep up. Reluctant as he was, he had to quicken his pace to catch the two people ahead.

At this moment, the motion-assist system had finished its calibration. Finding a few bugs, Zhang Yuan began to correct them one by one.

The new parts, meticulously calculated and printed, were far better suited to the mechanical operation of the mechs than the old ones. After using the upgraded mechs, the mercenaries all felt they performed better than when they were brand new, as if they had been reborn.

Of course, the bomb itself lacked significant power; to create a truly spectacular explosion, it required the infusion of additional external force.

Following this, the convoy set off again, though their speed had increased noticeably. Chu Zongbao could clearly see the look of anxiety on the faces of several warriors from the Hongyang Sect.

"Brother An, there is no need to try and persuade me further. If you keep at it, I might just change my mind, and by then, you would surely live to regret it," Fan Chaofeng retorted with a teasing smile.

This battle could no longer continue. He was blind, while Su Tang remained at the peak of his combat prowess; if this dragged on, he would certainly meet his end.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal. Several of the brothers had been discharged with only minor injuries, with the exception of Jifeng, whose wounds were severe enough that he would remain asleep for some time longer.

"What?" Lin Dong blinked, momentarily baffled by Ling Qingzhu’s sudden and cryptic remark.

Everyone felt a dark shadow flash before their eyes, and suddenly the Duke was at the side of the Fourth Master. Without a word, he supported An’s injured left wrist with his left hand, gripped her left hand with his right, and with a gentle push and nudge, a soft cracking sound echoed. An’s hand had been set, no longer dangling at an unnatural angle.

Because the Inheritors had been killed, the remaining Qi-practicing martial artists swarmed them. Having lost so many of their own, the Inheritors were already panicking, and now they were facing two-to-one or even three-to-one odds.

The Crown Prince sighed heavily, pulled the Crown Princess into his arms, and whispered a few words into her ear.

The principle of "attacking where they are unprepared and taking them by surprise" might work on ordinary people, as every person has their flaws; a moment of relaxation in battle is all it takes for someone to exploit a weakness.

"Chen Jiran, what are you making a scene for?" Mrs. Chen, who had been ignored on the side, finally lost her patience and snapped.

"Wait! I think we can talk about this properly," Chu Yun’s voice rang out at this critical moment.

"Understood. If these guys are still thinking about such things at a time like this, they surely aren't good people. Kill them," Zhang Zhao said.

The walls and bed in the room were covered in blood. Shen Yu knelt on the floor, her left hand clutching her abdomen. Her stomach and hands were drenched in blood, and her right hand braced her against the ground. Her once cute, childish pajamas were now stained a gruesome red.

"So, you intended for this to end in failure from the very beginning, didn't you?" Ymir asked, clenching his fists.

When I saw the sofa, my face burned with embarrassment. In the short time I had been hiding in my room, Lu Xudong had already replaced all the cushion covers.

"It’s urgent. I want to ask, are all the children here orphans you’ve taken in?" Chu Yun asked, getting straight to the point.

So it was just a coincidence? Lu Xudong must have sensed something. He never sent such long messages, yet today he had been unusually verbose.

"Alright!" Lu Xudong nodded with a solemn expression. After giving a few instructions about taking care of things, he lingered at the door of the ward to watch Lu Manxi, who was still in a deep sleep, before we headed to another floor to visit the grandmother.

At this moment, if Cheng Hao went outside, he would certainly be beaten to death. The power of the weapons was no joke, and if he retreated, it would endanger Guan Meiqian’s safety.

He certainly had the capital to be arrogant; in this Lieyang Sect, who wouldn't give him a modicum of respect? Even the Sect Master had to be polite when asking him to refine pills.

"What 'what'? Do you have something to hide? Or are you a spy for another company?" Chu Qing did not stand up, but instead leaned over Jiang Li’s neck, savoring the way she trembled in fear.

Previously, using his divine sense to cultivate the Dragon Condensation Transformation in this spiritual world had been highly effective, but it had also exhausted Ling Yi’s mental energy significantly. At this moment, his divine power was no longer enough to withstand the scorching intensity of the dragon fire.

However, players were still enthusiastic about comparing themselves to one another. This was perhaps because humans had an innate desire for competition, which is why the opening of leaderboards was a milestone event in any game.

"I only fired one shot." Vitas was also puzzled. He turned to look at Zhang Heng behind him, who had already put away the antique double-barreled shotgun.

The unfavorable war against the Master of R'lyeh had caused the gods to split into two factions. One advocated for continued fighting to protect the world and their own sources of power, while the newly emerged faction proposed an entirely different plan.