Volume One, Chapter 29: Don’t Move, Sweetheart

After retreating several yards to steady her stance, Xuan Yuan Tianxin’s gaze turned sharp. She raised her spear and charged once more. Although she had never studied any formal martial arts, relying on the "Seven Killings and Army-Breaking Staff" technique previously taught to her by the Great Sage, she was barely able to hold her own against the violent Fox Bear for a while.

As the sound echoed, the tree roots that had been thrashing about in mid-air gradually descended once again.

Gunfire erupted. Apart from the reports of the guns, the most piercing sound was the wailing and howling of the Second Master. Yet, once the volley ceased, everyone realized that despite his agonizing screams, the Second Master remained completely unscathed.

The three advisors represented three distinct factions with vastly different stances: Ju Shou was of the Jizhou faction, Feng Ji of the Nanyang faction, and Guo Tu of the Yingchuan faction.

"Save the lyrical poetry for later. It looks like we still have quite a bit of walking to do!" The biting wind and snowflakes had no effect on Yingluo and her companion; a barrier seemed to surround them, keeping the blizzard at bay.

Regarding the tens of thousands of surrendered soldiers recruited by Lü Zhuo, Guan Hai strongly advocated using them as cannon fodder. He believed this would minimize casualties among the elite troops while better accomplishing the task of annihilating the enemy.

Qin Yue nodded, knowing the gravity of the situation. Without wasting words, he scooped up Lin Zhen and carried her to the stairwell on the sixth floor—a spacious corridor where they should be safe from the impact.

No sooner had the words been spoken than the manor suddenly expanded, instantly swallowing the Soul-Shattering Sword. Once engulfed, the sword acted like a furious lion, crashing wildly against its confines.

"This spell technique!? So you are the one who killed the Tree Demon and just ruined my plans!" The Black Mountain Old Demon’s hoarse voice was filled with rage.

"I am Le Zhengyu from the Imperial Academy. And you, brother?" Le Zhengyu smiled, reaching out to shake hands, only to be glared back by Luan Qian standing beside him.

"Brother, let’s go back!" Luo Liwan no longer wanted to continue; the situation felt far too dangerous.

However, her father was dead, and having spent her childhood drifting on a desolate planet, she had been forced to master self-defense martial arts under the strict supervision of Shi Hui.

After giving his orders, the Prince of Zhao withdrew his gaze. His lowered eyelids masked the complex emotions swirling within; in the quiet, he could almost hear the lingering, intoxicating scent inside the carriage. His slender hand hesitated for a moment before he finally lifted the curtain and stepped inside.

Lifeng had no choice but to hold his tongue and accompanied her toward the area where the lights were brightest and the crowds were thickest.

He favored self-confident people and was willing to give them opportunities—a professional habit born from his years in business.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her cherry-pink lips were alluringly moist. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled with her emotions, her long, curled lashes blinking like butterfly wings, as if ready to take flight toward an unknown destination.

He attempted to strike up a rapport, but after hitting a wall with Liyou, he suddenly shifted his focus to the person beside her, leaving Su Zhi in an awkward predicament.

We stopped the car, and in the midst of our conversation, we arrived before a fairly luxurious rural villa.

With so many people around, the fact that the Emperor’s sons were beginning to vie for power was not a major concern, but for the ministers, it was a different matter entirely.

"I know, but Mumu is foolish. Once she falls in love, it’s for a lifetime, and she can never forget." Luo Liwan felt a pang of sympathy.

Thus, we walked and stopped along the way, finding over a dozen hidden treasure sites. Of course, we also unearthed over a dozen skeletons of children, which greatly dampened the excitement brought by the treasures. Seeing the gold scattered everywhere, everyone felt a lingering sense of emptiness.

This scene replayed constantly before his eyes, in his mind, and in his dreams.

With a flap of his wings, the biting gale, sharp as a blade, continued to slash directly toward Yan Zhaoge.

After entering the sea, Lü Chen quickly dove deep. He had only one thought: to get as far away from Jiang Shousheng, a mid-stage Martial Venerable, as possible. Lü Chen had always felt his own strength was quite decent. Even when facing an expert at the peak of the eighth innate level, he had never felt fear.

"Are you talking about the Fire-Fierce Glaze?" Wang Xingfa’s face changed drastically. When he spoke the name "Fire-Fierce Glaze," his eyes were filled with terror and awe.

In the Land Rover, Tang Jinyan sat in the passenger seat with a stony face, while Kim Taeyeon leaned back in the rear seat, smiling as she watched his profile.

Unfortunately, the Spirit Inspiration King was clever and did not fall for the trap, causing the plan to come to naught. Sun Wukong grew anxious and decided to head to Putuo Mountain to seek information from Guan Yin about the demon’s origins. This had become a habit for Sun Wukong; whenever he was at his wit's end, he would go to fetch reinforcements.

Xiao Yichen, however, was different. After being schemed against once, his mindset had completely shifted. For those who betrayed him, he no longer intended to show mercy.

One night, Lu Xin saw several massive convoys departing slowly from the vicinity of the Special Clearance Department.

This was the site of an abandoned factory, desolate and deserted, long since covered in dust and grit.

The necessary arrangements had all been made. From now on, they would begin new lives and embark on a new journey.

Guo Linzhou smiled brightly, but Bai Su remained as she always was—her expression neither quite a smile nor a frown, as if she were indifferent to everything.

I took a long detour to find the exit to the mountain’s rear slope, quietly unlocked the steel-forged gate, and climbed up to gaze out toward the Xiang Coast along the coastal mountain range.

Lu Shan always spoke with a gentle tone, yet every sentence carried a hidden sting, leaving one at a loss for how to refuse.

Wang Hancan felt a sense of regret. The final chapter was meant to contain the most profound essence of the martial art, yet it was missing.

Liu Yanqing tossed the official order to Xin Xingzong. After reading it several times, Xin Xingzong’s expression turned somber.

Kobe listened very intently to Sun Zhuo’s explanations and watched his demonstrations.

Watching this man named Xing Tian who had suddenly appeared beside Su Muyu, Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.

If the people on the aircraft returned to the city, those on the front lines would surely grow suspicious, wondering why an aircraft dispatched from the city would insist on destroying a civilian magnetic levitation car.

Sun Zhuo lacked the time and energy to manage the future of Chinese basketball. He had only become so strong because of the system, and he was powerless to improve the abilities of other Chinese players. All he could do was win as much glory as possible for the Chinese team during his limited basketball career.