Chapter 31: Subduing Xiang Yu and the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow

Meng Lihuan originally thought it was just his class, but to his surprise, no one had come to attend! Could it be that after the two-day weekend, everyone had gone on strike? He was even more stunned, not knowing how to respond.

The Yuju Shrine is located far to the south, separated by a great distance from the Northwest Bridge. We returned to our carriage, and the carriage proceeded along the Jin River.

Sun Fengzhao suddenly opened his eyes, his expression grave, and he blurted this out with a solemn gaze. Furthermore, his voice was unlike his usual self, adopting an entirely rigid tone.

Jianmen Pass, which spans the Shu Road, consists of conglomerate mountain peaks stretching for hundreds of miles. The saying "not an inch of soil in Jianmen" refers to those massive, barren conglomerate rocks where not even a blade of grass grows. I had visited Jianmen Pass in modern times, but the Jianmen of my memories was not like what I saw today.

Tuniu collected his winnings in underworld stones, then walked toward Gu Qingcheng’s former bed amidst the awe-filled gazes of the others. Only then did Tuniu deeply realize how wonderful it felt to be looked upon with such reverence; it was no wonder so many prisoners of lesser strength would risk their lives to challenge the lords of the beds.

Sun Fengzhao pointed at the corpse of the Earth-Drilling Dragon, which was still twitching and writhing while bound by iron chains, and asked in a trembling voice.

Lin Wan smiled and nodded, took the disguise cream, and without another word, stood up and headed toward her room.

For ordinary cultivators, that approach was unfeasible because the dantian is both the place where spiritual energy is transformed and where it is stored. Only by storing spiritual energy in the dantian could it be prevented from dissipating.

This was the incredibly unlucky Ren Pengfei, Zhuo Zhijun’s ex-boyfriend. Tie Xiang stared at him coldly, thinking to himself that there was going to be a good show to watch.

Hadn't she already decided to give up on the plan? Why was she still shamelessly clinging to him like this?

The Hongmeng Guild, in collusion with the four major guilds, had besieged the Thunder Guild, only to be held off by Huang Di single-handedly, who even managed to turn the tables and kill his attackers. This had already spread all over the internet.

Reaching out to touch the furnishings in the room, the look of satisfaction in Shangguan Luoying’s eyes became even more apparent. It was spotless; it seemed her grandfather had someone keep it cleaned, otherwise, it would have been buried in dust long ago.

If energy were treated as profit, the foundation’s charitable projects were like individual branches, providing Wang Nuo with a steady, long-term income.

If it weren't for the need to guard the members of the Bai family, Black Wolf would have very much liked to return to the mountains; after all, the temperature up there was much lower than it was here.

What bothered Yuan Rongxin was that his boss, Wang Nuo, was doing charity work, yet he had to face all this pressure; it really... shouldn't be this way.

He reached out and touched the spirit stone, and the three golden seeds within his body instantly began to spin wildly, erupting with brilliant golden light that illuminated his vast sea of energy.

Returning to CZ City, Yang Zihao had not yet returned, but all of Gong Chang’s forces in HH City had been either integrated or eliminated by You Zhu. I went to the place where Gong Chang was being held.

Accompanying that clear, crisp voice, which felt like a cold spring flowing through the heart, was the faint scent of herbs carried by the breeze—calming and spirit-soothing, allowing one to instantly forget all previous worries and troubles.

Thinking of what she had just said about going to Beijing this summer, and having to bring this naive, sweet girl along, Mo Qing felt a headache coming on.

"Lin Ling? Hello, I am from Gordon’s Kitchen..." a dry voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Haha, you guessed right! This challenge note from Chen Feng has arrived, they’ve taken the bait!" the Domain Master of the Immortal Queen, while flying through the air, looked at the challenge note in his hand and laughed heartily.

"Hehe, rest assured, this child’s future achievements will certainly not be low," the old man said, remaining as composed and elegant as ever.

The next moment, when Shanzhu performed this time-manipulation technique, the teacup returned to Shanzhu’s palm once more, still completely intact.

Lin Ling, wearing the Requiem of the Dead set, became the focal point for many camera sprites, and many players looked curiously at the wraith hovering around him.

"Am I fat? I don’t think so," Li Jianguo said with his eyes closed. Now that living conditions had improved, he was indeed fatter than before; his once sharp, angular cheeks had become rounded, and he had put on some weight.

Lin Ling had reached the edge of the hall at this point. He activated Mage Hand to retrieve the solidified mercury, splashed it on the floor, and snapped his fingers.

Bolts of lightning fell like a torrential downpour, occasionally striking the waters around the flagship of the Iron-Blooded Battle Flag Guild, shattering the violent waves.

Wang Zihan grabbed Yang Ding’s hand, and before Yang Ding had fully stepped into the hall, he was dragged back out.

If what was written on these documents was true, it was simply shocking. Although those doing the audit were only semi-competent, they were at least experienced and knowledgeable, and one look was enough to see the severity of the problems.

"Li Muyun, do you dare to compete or not!" Yu Zixiao glared at you, looking as if he were determined to win.

"If there is a next time, I will settle the account with General Guo!" The King of Qin dropped this remark, put away his smile, and walked away with his hands behind his back. Behind his back, Feng Luan couldn't help but stick out her tongue, then giggled at the white jade ring in her hands.

Having reached this point, he could only choose to ignore what he didn't want to see. Thereafter, every time he came to the Lost City, he went straight to the Inner King’s City occupied by the practitioners.

Every time Fang Bai went home, the last thing he wanted his parents to bring up was this topic, so whenever they asked, he would play tai chi and steer the conversation away; this time was no exception.

Ye Quanyu held Eguchi Mei and placed her on the sofa, while simultaneously hitching her skirt up a little.

Guizhi helped Feng Luan up and straightened her clothes. When Auntie Amao saw the fire in Feng Luan’s eyes, she lunged at her to fight but was held back by others, though she still managed to tear Feng Luan’s sleeve.

But this was not enough; Ye Quanyu also planned to have Dongfang Jun and the others cut off the supply of raw materials to the Honda Group, intending to plunge the Honda Group into a situation of internal turmoil and external pressure.

In an instant, as if a scorching sun had fallen into the Blackwater Marsh, in less than half a stick of incense, all the damp water vapor had been vaporized into swirling white mist, churning upwards under the pressure of the heat.