Pacifying the North, Proclaiming Might — Chapter 137: The White Tiger Sky-Piercing Spear

The next day, Li Qiutong rose at his usual hour, as he always did. Upon descending the stairs, however, he found Bai Lian already seated in the training grounds, deep in meditation.

Meditation, as a means of honing one's mental power, was something Li Qiutong had heard Ren Xingtian speak of before. Yet, every time he had attempted it himself, he felt absolutely nothing.

Li Qiutong slowed his pace, taking care not to make a sound so as not to disturb her. But the moment he drew near, Bai Lian’s beautiful eyes snapped open, a frigid gaze locking onto him.

Meeting her stare, Li Qiutong could only offer an awkward wave and say, "Good morning."

Seeing it was him, Bai Lian withdrew her gaze and stood up. "What are you here for?"

Li...

With a single punch thrown, the blood-colored dragon let out a roar, coiling itself around his fist. As the blow landed, countless stones surrounding him erupted once more. The very space before him seemed to shatter in a continuous chain. Fahai spat a mouthful of blood, and the crowd behind him let out a cry of alarm as they were sent flying.

Lin Feng panted as he answered her. The body temperatures of all three were rising, their life-force threads once again intertwining their senses.

With a smile, I softly set down the beer can, picked up the chopsticks beside it, and took a hearty, slurping mouthful of ramen from the bowl. I cast a helpless glance at her before returning my focus to my own bowl.

As his concern grew, a trace of gravity appeared on the faces of the disciples present. After all, in terms of overall strength, the current Yunmeng Sect was no match for the Zhan Sect.

Yise, who had been looking pitiful and ready to speak, caught sight of Liu Wei behind me and jumped, staring at her with curiosity.

At the same time, under his subtle gesture, several mid-stage Silver Core Realm experts at his side swept toward the hill where Duan Chen was positioned.

"What do you mean?" Li Xiang looked at the old priest and then at himself. If the old man had ill intentions, what could he do? He was still in the body of a child.

Wuyou nodded and led Rou'er toward the main gate. Changsun Wuji watched them go, then turned back to the main building to find Li Xiang.

Both men knew that empty words would not win anyone's trust; they needed a real business deal to succeed, and perhaps then, the great undertaking could begin.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, the lingering sense of shame and tension in my heart was slowly fading away with my sleepiness.

Seeing no opportunity, the Blind Monk left. At that moment, Du Xiaoyu seemed to anticipate the departure and stepped forward once again.

Floating upon the ship was a flag that struck terror into the hearts of the continent's most powerful figures: a flaming skull wearing a crown.

Yelu Ruan was temperamental, narrow-minded, and capricious; after ascending the throne, he had slaughtered his loyal subjects and generals, and remained deeply suspicious of all other members of the Khitan royal family. Yet, that was how he treated others. Toward her, he acted as if she were a precious treasure, never once raising his voice at her, let alone laying a finger on her in anger.

With a loud "bang," Qin Yao was sent reeling by Xu Na’s heavy strike, slamming hard against the bunk bed. When Zhang Meng and the others saw Xu Na’s ghost charging toward them, they scattered in a panic. Li Bo rushed to the door, but found the room locked tight, refusing to budge.

"Pop, pop—" Several shots rang out. Though the bullets struck Zheng Lun, forcing him to retreat, he did not dodge. Even after Zhang Sifei had emptied his gun, Zheng Lun stood there as if nothing had happened.

After school, Du Xiaoyu took Xie Yuwei home, accompanied by the girl Xie Yuqing. Having heard from her sister the night before about Su Wan'er, and that she was someone after her own heart, she insisted on coming to meet her.

"By order of Chief Huyan, we are here to apprehend the traitor Li Youde. Bystanders, do not obstruct us at your own peril!" Zheng Ziming spun around, blocking the doorway with his steel whip, standing like a lone warrior against an army.

Jiang Jingmao’s heart skipped a beat. A real battle? Did the slaughter against Li Zicheng’s three-hundred-thousand-man army not count as a real battle? Full of doubt, he went to relay the orders to Wang Ming.