Chapter 41 Making an Example of the Chicken to Scare the Monkeys and Implementing State-Controlled Salt

The Universal Ribbon soared into the air like a writhing red tongue, darting and twisting as it closed in on the young man. Sensing the danger, the youth lifted off the ground and flew into the distance, with the Universal Ribbon hot on his heels in relentless pursuit.

With a sharp slap, a blow landed squarely on Muer Chasha's chest. She tumbled backwards off the eaves, and just as she was about to plunge all the way down, Yuan Yao finally made his move. He took a giant stride forward, caught her in his arms, and thanks to his timely intervention, her life was saved.

It would be a miracle if anyone could climb up. Sun Wukong was simply counting on these "soldiers" to deplete their supply of arrows anyway. Zhou Ji and Xu Fang were probably in a frantic panic, unable to tell friend from foe, and could only blindly keep firing arrows.

The Dean of the Vermilion Bird Academy widened his eyes slightly. Could this be what the Dean of the Black Tortoise Academy meant? Was the Azure Dragon old ghost's closing disciple really going to relentlessly pester the Medusa who had just entered the Vermilion Bird Academy?

This was truly terrifying. Remaining here for an extended period would not only corrode one's spiritual energy, but would likely erode even the immortal roots, reducing a cultivator back to a mortal.

Just as his voice trailed off, a blur flashed before his eyes, and He Yue was already standing right in front of him.

Sword Eighteen was so frightened at that moment that he completely lost his wits. By the time he reacted, He Yue had already exchanged blows with General Qiyang, trading a direct punch.

He looked lively enough, but landing squarely on one's tailbone could easily cause an injury, so one could not afford to let down their guard.

Upon hearing this, Liu An nearly collapsed to the ground in a dead faint. What the hell, ten times the price? Doesn't that mean twenty thousand per unit? And you still have the nerve to say you aren't ripping me off? You call this being righteous?

During the previous assault on Lushun, Tang Jian had already thoroughly investigated the background of this newly appointed commander-in-chief of the Russian Pacific Fleet, Admiral Rozhestvensky.

At the command of Yan Fu, dozens of landing crafts surged toward the inner harbor of Lushun like flying arrows. Marine corps members roared as they leaped from the craft into waist-deep seawater, holding their weapons high as they half-swam, half-ran toward the shore.

This was Qin Feng's first time inside an H City police station. Looking at all the unfamiliar faces, he suddenly had a lingering premonition that sooner or later, he would end up locked up in a place just like this.

However, once outside, after getting into the car and turning on my phone, I had to face reality. Seeing more than twenty missed calls from Yang Hongling, I knew she was going to blow a gasket. I stared at the phone in a daze for a moment before finally calling her back.

Wu Peifu felt a jolt of alarm in his heart. Feng Yuxiang was an unfamiliar face; messengers constantly traveled back and forth through the camps delivering news, and the sudden appearance of a regimental staff officer would certainly arouse suspicion among these couriers.

As he dashed down the stairs, Swierczewski suddenly remembered that the Beiyang Fleet seemed to have warned him to watch out for the Japanese Combined Fleet. Without time to overthink, Swierczewski cursed under his breath and hurried toward the harbor.

Following a brief rest, both Bie Qing and Mo Wentian felt their exhausted bodies recover to a certain degree, and they sensed that the limits of their physical stamina had once again been elevated.

What terrified me even more was that as the giant spider advanced, it would occasionally lower its head and use the two massive pincers by its mouth to pick up scattered, severed limbs from the ground.

"Young Master Wushuang, Son-in-law Yuanxing, you've arrived." An elderly butler stepped forward to greet them slowly after the guards announced their presence.

Amidst the soaring fighting spirit of the crowd, Liuyun Jian took the lead and charged forward, instantly filling the area outside the Hero's Tomb with deafening battle cries.

As a centurion, Rook still possessed some competence. He handed several energy firearms to Yu Ying and his two companions, nodding repeatedly with a servile expression as he headed toward the open area at the edge of the city wall to meet the enemy attack.

The living room was dead silent, and the kitchen was completely empty. Glancing at the clay pot simmering with wisps of steam on the gas stove, Taeyeon turned and walked out of the kitchen. "Where on earth did Ningyi go?" she muttered, biting her finger as she pushed open the door to the room used as a studio.

The captain of the defense team immediately issued orders for all patients and doctors to evacuate the hospital as quickly as possible.

Another half-month passed unhurriedly. Through everyone's concerted efforts, a double-layered, tightly packed wooden fence was finally erected on the southern slope, with the gap tamped solid with mud, completing a protective wall roughly a meter wide.

When Luo Pingyan and Yumang went to deliver the mourning clothes to Jing Yun and the others, Jingshi was already kneeling in the main hall, burning paper offerings and weeping for the dead.

Following the conclusion of the God-Conferencing War, the Jie Cult—the monsters' backing—collapsed. A batch of great demons perished in battle, another batch was absorbed by the Heavenly Court during the Investiture, and the Western Teachings packed up the remaining ones and took them away to the Western Land of Bliss. Deprived of senior figures to guide their cultivation, the monsters instantly plunged into confusion, no longer knowing what they ought to do.

Seeing an opportunity for a turnaround, Old Liu hurriedly pulled Wu Sanwei off to the side to "catch up on old times." As for the specific details of this "reunion," they remained unknown to outsiders.

Hearing this, Yumang hastily nodded in agreement and replied, "My lady is so kind-hearted; I have memorized everything you said." Little did she know that Jingshi was standing right outside the door with reddened eyes.

The more Ying'er thought about it, the more frightened she felt, but upon pondering the Marquis of Jinxiang's heir's intentions more carefully—especially that utterly shameless remark—a faint smile crept up the corners of her lips, convincing her that the heir was not an irresponsible man.

However, when Luo Lan opened the door, her face was flushed crimson, her gaze shifting restlessly, torn between sorrow and uncertainty over what expression to wear before Shui Bingmiao.

At the same time, he secretly vowed in his heart that if anyone else snatched the benefits first, he would intercept and kill that city-state cultivator to seize back what rightfully belonged to him.

His physical body was merely slightly tougher than that of ordinary mortals, allowing him to avoid being instantly blasted into dust by the god-slaying bullet, but it made no real difference—having one's head blown off meant death all the same.

Just like anyone else getting off the night shift, she went home and fell asleep. However, this time her sleep was terrible; she either woke up in inexplicable panic or dreamed of chaotic, disjointed visions she could not even recall.

Wang Jianshu understood what was going on in his heart: Yiwei was simply disappointed with the old woman. If he were disappointed with him as well, Wang Jianshu figured he would probably mean nothing at all in Wang Yiwei's heart anymore. He had to do whatever it took not to let Wang Yiwei down.

The first to report were naturally the experts from the Resource Management Department. Over the past year, no one understood China's resources and all its required resources better than they did.

The worst among them was Gan Ning. Ever since he surrendered to Yan Shao, he could hardly claim to have accomplished even a single noteworthy feat, let alone major contributions. Unlike Taishici, who possessed the credentials of following Yan Shao to establish merits, as well as the achievements of slaying Hua Xiong and fighting Lu Bu in front of Hulao Pass.