Volume One, Chapter 115: The Secret

Xun Mengqi could not care less about Ji Ruo's prejudices. A series of misunderstandings and ironic twists of fate had forged his fearsome reputation, but this also created further complications, leading to a long period of estrangement and emotional distance between him and Wan Linglong. Of course, those are stories for another time.

"The preliminary round does not distinguish by specialization; whether you are a soul-cultivating warrior, a soul-cultivating physician, or a soul-cultivating artisan, the tasks you must complete are the same. There are two objectives: one is survival, and the other is hunting."

This ethnic minority village, tucked away in the remote mountains of K County, lived a life of seclusion until a torrential night brought an unprecedented disaster. Back then, Fo'ya Village was divided into two settlements—the East Village and the West Village—situated respectively on the eastern and western ends of the high mountain cliffs.

"William, please forgive the noble knights of Castile. Though they took up arms to fight you, they were merely fulfilling the duties expected of them as vassals," Sancho pleaded.

"The Marquis of Yiwu—humph! A hero himself, yet he was too lenient with his son, raising such a bastard!" the Eighth Army Commander sighed.

"Look into a male student named Ma Shangfeng at Chunan High School. Find out which websites he has visited recently, and track all his movements over the past year. I want it by tomorrow!" Chu Rumeng said, her slender, jade-like fingers tapping lightly against the desktop.

Because a famous director demanded that the story appear authentic, it was filmed in secret.

Yeliang had indeed fallen completely. The great fire burned for an entire afternoon, and the grain and fodder were reduced to ash. Ah Jin had not just drunk one pot; he had downed many, many pots, and remained in a state of utter bewilderment to this day.

Sending too many troops would affect the immediate battle, but sending too few would be like offering a meal—especially in the desert, where the complex and volatile climate meant that, in a sense, a single catastrophic weather event could wipe out an entire army.

The Cloud Thunder Cannon of Xingyi was not as refined as the Steel Forest, nor as dense as the Heavenly Fire Meteor, but its explosive power and destructive force far surpassed the former two soul skills.

Coupled with their recent victory, having sent the Noxian army that came to attack Bilgewater scurrying back in defeat, their morale was soaring. To the soldiers, capturing these two cities did not seem like it would require much effort.

Realizing that it was the Blood Bodhi that had caused him to lose control of the thoughts of others within him and succumb to the Kirin Demon state, Zhang Chen felt a lingering chill of fear.

Ten stone-cutting masters began simultaneously, and in less than five minutes, all ten semi-gambling stone pieces were cut open! Wang Yuan sat in the nearby rest area sipping tea; he couldn't be bothered to observe the cutting process. He had absolute confidence in himself—he had even channeled his true energy into the stones, so how could there be any mistakes?

In the quiet space, the sound of a bamboo switch striking a cat echoed, and then... the air grew even quieter.

Once upon a time, he had been a prominent figure, an overlord of his own world. Zhang Chen had not forced him; he had surrendered voluntarily, and Zhang Chen had taken him to other worlds, yet he had betrayed Zhang Chen.

"What?" Sure enough, Linglong and Chenbi exclaimed upon hearing this, both looking at Feng Qingcheng’s face with intense curiosity.

Qiu Moning suddenly didn't know what to say; in his current state, he had no standing to speak of anything.

Yi Ning looked at herself in the mirror, the sense of unwillingness in her heart rising wave upon wave. She shouldn't be like this! She should have become better; how did she end up like this?

The sudden change of topic caught Garp off guard. He didn't understand what Sengoku was trying to express, so he remained silent, waiting for Sengoku to continue.

Sun Hong offered a reminder. Dong Ling knew very well that their group would inevitably inquire about Wang Tian; such things were perfectly normal in their circles, but they had to be handled discreetly. Making too much of a stir would be a very bad look.

Hearing that the two elders were not standing on ceremony, Liu Pan'er also smiled, proving that everyone was happy to see the result.

It was a true case of one call bringing a hundred responses. As soon as Lu Chen finished speaking, Ying Miao'ke, Jack, Hong Juda, and others sent private messages to reserve one, which made Lu Chen very happy. He immediately tossed out another message.

Xibao was also playing along. After one round, seeing Zimo’s technique, Xibao was surprised; he hadn't expected him to be playing so well after such a short time.

"Where is Nianlang? Where is Nianlang?" She glared at the three men, wishing she could slap them hard several times.

"Therefore..." Long Tiankong began to grasp the meaning. Based on what Ye Zheng said, it seemed the God Team had also spotted this flaw, so they chose to avoid a war of attrition by adopting a blitzkrieg strategy?

"Liangchuan, someone wants to ruin the relationship between me and A'ying," Yan Lixi squinted his eyes coldly and said.

Although Song Xiuyan’s attitude toward him was no different from their past life, Li Youran no longer allowed his every action to stir her emotions as she once had. Instead, she appeared remarkably calm, even as her thoughts drifted further and further away.

Jiang Ying looked over curiously and saw a familiar face; apart from his hair changing from blue to black, he looked exactly the same as he did in his human form.

She felt that Ye Wujue might be waiting outside, though the possibility existed that some special situation might arise requiring his attention.

In the arena, Zhang Yuan suddenly swept his long sword, forcing Chu Shan back, and leaped into the air. With a flicker of the immortal sword in his hand, dozens of phantom images of the sword appeared around him. With a sharp shout, he pointed his sword into the distance, and the dozens of phantom swords shot toward Chu Shan below.

"You are too kind, truly too kind. Snake Skin, pour a drink for President Wang!" At Ye Feng's command, Snake Skin personally helped Wang Henshan up to sit, then poured him a glass of wine.

This was where the problem lay: why did it happen? There was not a shred of malevolent fire in the entire desert, nor any sign of life. This was precisely why the onlookers felt that what they were witnessing was impossible.

The managers of the Wang Group’s hotels, bars, nightclubs, and KTVs across all districts of Chongqing rushed over, with not a single person arriving late. This showed that Wang Henshan was quite adept at management.

Seeing that the attacks of the many mercenaries were ineffective against it, the Earth Bear began its retaliation.

"Mercenaries?" Tao Ye knew what William wanted to say. After he was demobilized, he had considered joining foreign mercenary groups, but their notorious reputation had held him back. The creed of modern mercenaries was to take money to do a job, without asking who was right or wrong.