Volume 1 Chapter 38: Is He Qianqian's Father?

“Ah, Colonel Rested! I was wondering who it could be. What’s this? Up late at night trying to seduce my woman?” Hekun spoke bluntly, a roguish grin playing on his face.

Rested frowned upon hearing this. “Your woman? Are you sure?”

“Heh, Colonel, have you taken a fancy to my woman? Well, since you like her, I definitely can’t let you have your way.”

Watching the smug man, Rested wondered how they had gotten in. Border officers were numerous and would never let them pass, unless… someone had been turned.

“As expected of the heir to the Rebel Alliance, even my men can be swayed.”

“Thanks…”

Such matters are delicate; a single misstep could drag oneself down as well. So one must first identify who has infiltrated before devising a countermeasure.

It was clear the other side was under immense pressure. The Yaksha Organization had targeted Mu Qian, who absorbed all the enemy’s firepower, effectively becoming a living target. Otherwise, why would the Yaksha Organization focus on her?

Suddenly, all eyes turned to him. Zheng Cai was momentarily stunned, then inwardly cursed—he had forgotten that Chen Feng had been with these people earlier that day.

In any case, many youths arrived full of hope but most left disappointed. Seeing this, Xiao Yi couldn’t help but feel a deep inner emotion.

As the young men turned to leave, one suddenly halted, stopped in his tracks, for a clear, crisp voice had come from beside him.

Watching the two disappear from sight, Xie Tong, Shan Shan, and the others all gaped in shock.

“What’s this? Buying goods doesn’t mean you can kick out customers,” Chen Feng said coldly, fixing her with a stare.

Back home, perceptive Mu Jingsheng sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere but couldn’t quite pinpoint what was wrong.

The world seemed to transform into a blade—of course, this was merely an aura; the world could not truly become a sword.

Moreover, in the emergency room now, hardly anyone was unaware that Director Li Ziqiang doted on Li Mengchen the most.

Reflecting on the strange dream from last night, he thought long and hard but could recall nothing, so he gave up thinking about it—it was just a dream, after all.

Yet, as fellow disciples, when Murong Feng learned that Jie’er was to marry Zhang Heng, and saw her attempt to flee, he let her go and even helped her.

Chen Feng was utterly speechless. That sounded so awkward—was he and his senior brother playing some illicit game?

Especially with only ten years left, if within three years he couldn’t break through to the True Void realm, all talk would be meaningless. He had no chance—not even a miracle could save him.

I had seen this segment in Lin Zhengying’s films before—the talisman would ignite by itself. Watching Uncle Jiu handle the talisman, I was somewhat excited; I’d always wondered how Taoist priests made talismans burn on their own, so I focused intently, waiting for it to ignite.

The Infinite Diagram was filled with light, yet he had never seen the sun. Perhaps because of the light, Luo Tian gradually forgot the taste of night. He had never experienced darkness along the journey through the Infinite Diagram.

Xia Mingfeng’s expression changed. Weakly forming hand seals, he sealed the scorched bronze mirror, then placed it into his universe pouch, sitting cross-legged in midair to recover.

“Damn, Senior Brother Fei, how did you get mixed up with these things?” Linghu shouted upon emerging from the cave and seeing the situation clearly.

“Cloud Cultivator, there are five paths from here. But which one did that vile Xu Cheng take?” Tengluo Qiong scanned the five passages before her, hesitation flickering across her face.

The Cloud Sect was nestled in the Purple Sun Mountains, which soared high and stretched endlessly, with rolling peaks. The five highest peaks pierced the clouds; white mist only swirled halfway up, hiding the summits from view.

I glanced at her, rose from the ground, and said, “Come find me in the living room once you’re dressed. I have something to tell you.”

Feiyang Zhenjun was momentarily stunned before realizing what Jiang Ruhai meant. He whipped his head around, eyes wide, exuding killing intent.

Haiyue was clearly pleased with everyone’s reactions. Watching the cyan figure who had just arrived, a faint smile of triumph appeared on his lips.

However, they hadn’t anticipated that just as they tried to strike the Lu brothers, others from Yicheng would come rushing to their aid.

Given her current state of injury, it would take at least a year for the wounds on her arm to fully heal.

“Exactly! The vengeance for the Star God’s son must be avenged!” The Dragon King was enraged. He had heard from Cong Yi that it was the Martial Sovereign who destroyed his cultivation. The Martial Sovereign hadn’t even reached the Great Ascension stage, let alone the Star Extreme Realm’s tenth tier, which he had surpassed by ten levels.

Therefore, the array was mainly designed against array masters. Unless one’s cultivation exceeded that elder’s level, it was extremely difficult to employ an array within it.

“Many thanks, Daoist Yuanliang, for returning my sect disciple’s relics. Traveling far brings many inconveniences; please accept this cup of tea as a token of gratitude.” Yongchun Zhenjun smiled politely. At times like these, he had to step forward; Muyan Zhenjun’s sword cultivator aura made others nervous.

He felt no embarrassment that Song Fan had outperformed him; on the contrary, he was genuinely pleased.

When my cousin and I left the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, we happened to meet Zhao Qin and went downstairs with him.

Sensing danger, the battlefield scavenger forcibly raised his right arm to block, halting his hand as it reached for his sword.

She understood her sister’s meaning; she had to stop Ling Qianhan from continuing to fight like this.

This form of communication was straightforward and crude. No matter the race, anyone mastering spiritual power could achieve such communication. For example, if Zhen Tao mastered spiritual power, he could communicate even with ants or perhaps plants.

Yue Qimeng vented his anger by striking the mid-lane turret but was not reckless; he returned to the wild area to farm.

At this moment, Qin Kuo approached, first flattering, then hesitating, seeming to want to say something but afraid to.

Tai Chu was sharp of hearing and sight, catching the argument below and understanding the cause. Perhaps the old man was starving and wanted to scavenge leftovers at the tavern. He instructed Fan Li to bring the old man up.

“I think you talk too much. I never want to hear your voice again. If you have anything else to say, say it quickly—I’m about to act!” A Gou, unusually cold and domineering, said fiercely.

Wang Fatty shook off his fat and darted into the dragon pit. His Annie, seeing the opposing carry, sat on a bear skin, bombing Viktor in the face.

Fei Qingyang had great enmity with the church. If not for the rescue by Li Qingyuan and others, he would have died long ago at the church’s hands. During the Eight-Nation Alliance’s invasion of China, the church’s shadow was also present.

Yet despite this, Li Lingqi still marveled at how the data perfectly represented the countless variants of the basic model mechas he remembered.

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