Volume One, Chapter 53: Sent Inside

In an instant, the orc who had been shielded behind Li Xuan was suddenly exposed to the tall orc’s slaughter blade. Yet this quiet stupor lasted less than three seconds; the Silver Wolf’s eyes regained their brilliance. The thunderbolt pressed on, its force undiminished, crackling through the air and striking directly upon the “Ash Urn” held by Master Xu.

Upon hearing Li Xuan’s words, Qingqing found it a little strange but was not surprised, simply asking a question. With Barry’s usual level of control, how could flight be possible? Of course, those who use both hands to conjure tornadoes and lift themselves aloft—such tricks are hardly true flight.

Then came a series of collisions, the Guardian Silver Bracelet shining brightly, sparks flying. Yet in this wave of prosperity, it was Lilian who truly thrived; she now wielded a fully-equipped SCAR-L rifle, a combat weapon used by American special forces. Its performance, though slightly inferior to the M4 when fully outfitted, was still nearly on par.

The progress of commercial trade gave humanity an initial, though incomplete, understanding of elves as tangible beings. He remembered that during his live broadcast from New Jiang Devil City, it was thanks to the completion of Task One and acquisition of the “Black Dragon Eighteen Hands” that he had the strength to take on Desert Wolf head-on.

“You truly possess the power to foresee the future!” The words revealed their origins; Miraz and his companions lost their composure, their gazes toward Jiang Ning now tinged with complexity and fear.

Meanwhile, Wang Qing was locked in fierce battle at Jiujiang. The Song army there, bolstered by their navy, fought Wang Qing to a standstill. Amidst the mounting anxiety, news of defeat in the north arrived.

She had already resolved: if he tried to force her, she would rather bite her tongue and die than submit. The following morning, Bao Zheng presented the results of his recent investigation clearly before the court.

The campaign against Liangshan had been orchestrated by Zheng Juzhong; after such a crushing defeat, he urgently needed a scapegoat, and Hu Yanzhuo was the perfect candidate.

Beside him, Han Xuan, upon seeing the newcomer, was overwhelmed with joy—she grabbed the young man’s arm, alternately complaining and acting coy, her face full of grievance.

Now, he had been granted a supply pack: eight points of free attributes, all invested in mental strength by Bai Sen. In the early stages, mental strength was vital; as for strength and agility, those could be compensated for with equipment.

Ahead, about three miles distant, lay a vast basin. The once-dense woodland had been utterly destroyed—trees strewn in disarray, the landscape ravaged and unspeakably tragic.

At this moment, the weather around Mount Emei and Shushan had turned; temperatures soared close to forty degrees, people lamented their misery and shed their thick clothing.

For any general, having a unit of chariot soldiers was the highest glory. How could Dian Wei, amidst such grand spectacle as Yuan Shao’s, refrain from cursing him?

If someone versed in divination or ghost control, a cultivator with opened Yin-Yang eyes, were present, they would surely perceive the resentment and bound spirits upon Zhang Yuanhao—such things cannot be concealed.

I told myself, even if facing an enemy, I must trust without hesitation, “I cannot... betray my benefactor...” Mu Mu thought, these notions melting in her heart like sugar—cloyingly sweet.

The Dark Shadow Alliance, being a branch of the Dark Alliance, already dominated the underworld trade of the Flame Kingdom. As for the main Alliance, its strength was beyond imagination; those capable of becoming the Alliance leader must surely be extraordinary talents of this era.

“Tool. To be frank, until today, I saw you as someone worth befriending, but now it is clear—our paths diverge, and we are destined to be opponents.” Helian Nuo smiled coldly, drawing the Sirius Blade and pointing its tip at Silent Heart’s chest.

If Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni tried to suppress life force again after this move, Mihiko was certain: the method he used to suppress life force would not even manifest before he himself dissolved into nothingness, denied even the right to enter hell.

Qingruo smiled kindly, seeming very approachable, which raised a hint of goodwill in Lu Qingyu’s heart.

The elevator halted, and sounds of shouting and fighting came from outside. Chu Tianxiong emerged, only to discover they had not ascended to the surface, but arrived at another level of the mine—likely closer to ground level, for the temperature here was much lower than in the deeper tunnels.

Suddenly, the sounds of combat erupted ahead. Duan Zhengchun and his companions, being skilled individuals, could not fail to notice such fierce fighting, but as they were in someone else’s manor, they remained vigilant and wary, yet unconcerned.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Setting aside the resources provided by the Xuanyuan family, even the training methods—everyone present knew the Xuanyuan family could not have granted so many classics; Lin Tian had transcribed them, and explained that the family once allowed him to view them, remembering as much as he could.

Feng Ming saw this and grew anxious, activating two major Buddhist techniques, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

The rough male voice, hoarse and grating, scraped across the floor like a blade—it produced an indescribable discomfort in the ear.

He quietly scaled the high walls of the Ning residence, stepping over the tiles and eaves. Though it was the prefect’s mansion, it was not Ning Shoudao’s office, so there were no embroidered guards of the Suppression Division; only a few house servants occasionally patrolled by night.