Chapter 31: Mr. Huo's Double Standards Unveiled

Ning Xiu ordered the craftsmen of the Ming dynasty to reconstruct the unfamiliar saber according to the diagrams he remembered from later generations, and after two months, the blade was finally produced. If Ning Xiu were to step forward and draw attention to himself again at this moment, it would only steal the limelight from Censor He, which would not be a good thing.

Cheng Lingzhi, however, did not notice this at all. She nodded in agreement, and Li Huanran’s smile brightened instantly, causing Cheng Lingzhi’s eyes to shine.

It was none other than Hua Xiong, the valiant cavalry captain. Although Hua Xiong had previously defeated Guan Yu, he had lost to the masked, spear-wielding mysterious figure, which left him unwilling to accept defeat. He wished to reestablish himself as the second greatest warrior in the world, just beneath Lü Bu.

Even with the great battle about to unfold, Jiang Xiao would not go. If he activated his cultivation technique, his aura would reveal itself, and the sages would realize he was the one secretly sabotaging the Investiture of the Gods. If that happened, they might temporarily abandon their confrontation with Tongtian and target him instead.

This journey to the Cloud Soaring Tribe, even with a level five flying beast like the Roc, would take several days.

The official in charge of the chessboard raised the king’s banner high. The Prince of Liao’s face was dark and uncertain; after a long silence, he sighed and knelt down.

“I seem to sense some power emerging, but upon observation, nothing is found. I wanted to ask Xuanwu to divine what’s happening, but the fellow is still busy nurturing his offspring. If I wake him now, the chaos Xuanwu is cultivating might fail.”

The bartender seemed oblivious to the drama unfolding before him, continuing to wipe the copper cup. Only when Karl approached the bar did he look up and glance at him.

The output of divine power constrained his strength. Moreover, the power of the Four Seasons was not particularly suited for combat. Despite its myriad uses, even the basic Five Elements or the power of thunder and lightning were more apt for battle than the Four Seasons’ force.

Thanks to this victory, MacArthur sent a telegram to Zhao Tiehu, fully affirming Zhao’s contributions to resisting the Japanese army. MacArthur also expressed hope that the Xinghua Army would continue to pin down the Japanese forces.

If the rumors online were still distant from him, then the tales within South City High of his warmth and kindness as a youth touched him with genuine sorrow.

Especially just past midnight, fireworks soared from every corner of the night sky, bursting into a kaleidoscope of colors, adding a touch of enchantment to Qianyang, a city ablaze with lights and revelry.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a full moon had quietly climbed above the horizon. The chilly sea breeze gently lifted the hair of the figure ahead, but he never turned back. Liu Wanyong walked a few steps forward and stopped, afraid that if he went any further, the man would run away again.

Beyond the square stood a memorial archway, bearing a plaque inscribed with two thunderbolt-styled characters: “Left Origin.”

Therefore, he needed to confirm what the upright, justice-driven middle-aged man known as “Minister Pang” had actually said to his parents.

Inside the hall, all the dishes were already set on the table. The three of them were dining, but the two-meter-wide table was packed with delicacies: roast suckling pig, abalone, shark fin, bird’s nest, bear paw, pangolin, softshell turtle, and all manner of gourmet specialties.

Fang Xiaoxiao was the joy of the group, unlike Leng Ruobing, who sometimes carried a touch of aloofness. Fang’s easy-going nature and cheerful personality made her popular—everyone enjoyed teasing her.

Beside her, Gao Qi, the underachiever, stared wide-eyed at the scene. So this was how the top student planned their schedule.

Now, the Demon Qilin felt confident enough to kill Iron Leopard. Seeing Iron Leopard’s stamina nearly depleted, Demon Qilin crept behind him, grinning wickedly, and plunged his sharp claws into Iron Leopard’s rear, sending a bizarre sensation coursing through his body.

“Second sister-in-law, though my second brother is gone, we must discuss his inheritance,” Dongfang Yunkun said sharply.

The Cen clan, under the leadership of the second brother, had already recovered past losses; now, all they needed was to keep a low profile and wait for the right moment.

Truly a haunting thing. “Do you believe I’ll kill you?” Shen Jun stared at the black sphere.

After listening to Lisraya’s lengthy account, Li Zixiao was somewhat moved, but he still couldn’t fully trust her. The most terrifying enemy wasn’t the one with overwhelming strength, but the one who could mislead others and stab you in the back when you least expected it.

Leaning close to Changchun’s ear, Changqing softly shared his plan. Changchun’s expression grew ever darker, and by the end, sweat poured from his brow.

Dream Fantasy looked up and saw Ye Fu’s smiling face, feeling as if her heart had been struck fiercely, her eyes growing red with emotion.

Cold Mo stared at the Emerald Manual, displaying an air of expertise, like an appraiser. There was no helping it—having set his sights on becoming a legendary thief, recognizing treasures at a glance was a basic professional requirement.

Then, they spent half a day as lovers, going on a date like any ordinary couple, watching a movie, and when midnight struck, they each returned to their original places.

The chaotic voices nearly drove Yang Chen to collapse. Such sounds could not be resisted or blocked, as if they emanated from deep within his own soul.