Chapter 78: Visiting the Base

They not only handled these perplexing and challenging cases, but also pursued the exploration of the entire world, the depths of the oceans, and even the unsolved mysteries of human culture accumulated over thousands of years. This was like a scene one would only encounter in the novels of the old generation of enthusiasts, a picture that belonged to fiction.

Yet, novels were novels, and reality was reality. Staring up at the person above her, she could not help but be filled with doubt. Was he truly that remarkable? Was he really so—

"You can handle him, we believe in you!" Xiang Qianjin said, his tone filled with trust, lending strength to others. This, too, was an important key to victory: encouragement from one’s own side was just as vital.

Ma faced this move for the third time. Even now, he had no way to counter it with clever marksmanship; his only option was to overpower it with brute force. Bond and Ma shared the same thought, both striking out with blade and spear, clashing directly against Huang Zhong’s golden-backed Sunrise Blade.

Ordinarily, with the violent temper of a squad leader, those two soldiers who had lost their horses would have been beaten half to death before the matter was dropped. But with other soldiers watching nearby, someone hurriedly stepped in to plead for them, quietly offering a subtle explanation of what might have really happened.

"Anything can be discussed except asking for my fruit preserves," Lan Ting said, a piece of fruit in each hand.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiu frowned and asked, "What exactly happened?" Cai Yan nodded and recounted in detail the dispute between the two families.

Outside, the sun was merciless. The three of them, two in front and one behind, emerged from the tunnel and, following the right trench for a while, Xiang Qianjin took the lead down the mountain.

Victorious, Liu Bei’s forces camped at Ye County, giving orders from afar to Liu Pi, Gong Du, and other bandit leaders of Yingchuan and Runan, as well as rallying his own militia in Jia, Liang, and Luhun. Wherever his forces pointed, it was clear he now threatened both Xuchang and the rear of the Cao army on the front lines.

The ancient Nine Nether Sparrow opened her eyes slightly, feeling a power within her that she had not possessed for ages. Even her cold and stunning face could not help but reveal a trace of delight.

By then, the meat was cooked. Lifting the pot lid, steam clouded her eyes. She blew the steam away, scooped up slices of marbled meat with a spoon and chopsticks, and placed them into a basin of cold water.

Suddenly, a pale flame shot from the old medicine master’s fingertip, curling toward Liu Xi.

Three months passed swiftly. A long howl burst from the depths of the Magic Beast Mountains, startling countless birds into flight.

The great red bird, the nine-headed lion, and other ancient creatures all covered their eyes, not daring to look toward Shi Hao, for fear of witnessing his demise.

Sensing a subtle change in the youth’s expression beside her, Gan Qi, whose eyes had become even more beautiful after reflecting the vast stars, turned her gaze slightly. After a moment, she finally broke the silence.

As for what happened afterward—how Ian became a snow bear, when they again clung to his side, or how Ian led them out of the sea of snow—none of them knew.

The next second, the dragon’s head roared forth, and an instant later collided head-on with the celestial crane in midair. A deep, muffled boom resounded, and tables and chairs shattered and flew apart.

The Great Sage Huntuo bowed deeply again before turning to leave, in such haste he seemed to wish for more legs.

Their faces were grave; a soul-saint level expert was truly formidable, especially one with such a fearsome reputation.

"You may return whenever you wish," the mansion lord said, his expression unchanged.

Though she had not personally witnessed what happened later at Duxiu Peak, Zhou Jiu’s safe arrival here with Yaxue said it all.

Li Xiao pursed his lips at the memory, recalling how Feng Qing had nearly died at Pan Dao’s hands because of him. Indeed, they walked a dark path, and love would always be their weakness. Li Xiao understood Abin’s struggles all too well, and felt helpless in his heart.