Chapter 33

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Tens of thousands of slaves, burdened with sacks of sand and soil, were driven toward Liaodong City under the relentless prodding of Liao soldiers wielding spears and scimitars.

A long line of cars was parked in front of the residence of the President of the United States. Judging by the license plates, they belonged to the U.S. government; it seemed that the few official vehicles in Washington D.C. had all converged here, signifying that the most important figures in the country were meeting at the White House today.

"I am not with the Fierce Dragon. I repeat, I am not!" Sasha suddenly spotted a gentle slope. He kept his expression neutral as he steered the car, maintaining his course while slightly reducing speed. Counting to ten in his heart, he suddenly threw open the door and leaped out.

"Strange, where did all these people come from?" Jian Yi struggled through the crowded free-trade zone for a long time before finally managing to spend all the jade in his Sumeru ring, exchanging it entirely for alchemy materials.

"With these magical artifacts, I’ll have some confidence once I unlock that absurd seventh-row talent." After making a fortune off the dead, the first thing Jian Yi thought of was not the value of the artifacts themselves, but the ultimate talent of the Artifact Mastery path.

In fact, during the construction of the Qinshan Nuclear Power Plant, China purchased a vast amount of technical patents from France and the Soviet Union. Coupled with the interactions Chinese scientists had with foreign experts, as well as their own dedicated research, China’s technical prowess reached the forefront of the world, fostering a large number of nuclear experts.

After a series of screams, the young women huddled together, desperately pressing their bodies against one another and shivering in the corner of the sand.

Sure enough, after a thunderous barrage of artillery fire, those massive black shadows continued to advance at a leisurely pace. Even when struck by shells, they merely paused for a brief moment before rumbling forward again.

Thus, Jian Yi was now considering how to repair these two magical artifacts, hoping that if he were lucky during the restoration process, he might trigger the "Perfectionist" talent.

This person was the prodigy Li Shu. Ever since he had offered his advice to Luo Chongxun, the latter had remained noncommittal, seemingly agreeing with his view, yet had ignored him ever since.

Prompted by his mention, Chuxiu also recalled that Yun Cheng had been adopted from the Beixuan Minzhou lineage and should be more familiar with the northern climate than she was. Consequently, Chuxiu laughed at herself and let the matter drop.

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Looking closely, it was indeed true; some children were accompanied by as many as three or four guardians—it seemed like a full family mobilization.

Xuan Mo sipped his tea calmly. This Madam Qin was truly something else; she could actually say such shameless things.

At his suggestion, Jiang Guangguang felt a pang of hunger and nodded in agreement. She felt a slight shock when she pulled back the quilt and saw that she was wearing clean clothes.

Shao Junli knew his limits. Compared to Wei Yu, Xue Tan was a true celebrity of the screen. To have invited her today was already a great honor. As for whether the Beigong family would make further arrangements, that was up to them; at the very least, Shao Junli dared not show disrespect to Xue Tan in public.

Just then, two incredibly powerful auras suddenly emerged, then descended with brutal force, suppressing the entrance of the Xuanyuan family mansion and the many members within.

This could not go on. The enemy had cannon fodder for cover, allowing them to shoot at Qin Feng’s men with ease. Qin Feng’s side had lost any advantage; not only were they outnumbered, but they also lacked any superiority in firepower or equipment.

Upon entering the room, Jiang Guangguang leaned against the door. Her lips had been bitten raw and were burning with pain. Her heart pounded relentlessly against her chest, a sound particularly jarring in the silent room.

These lonely spirits and wild ghosts were entities that seemed to lack consciousness, merely drifting to and fro.

"Stay a moment, young lady!" Yu Pianpian approached Chu Ling, mimicking the way her Fourth Senior Brother usually flirted. Chu Ling smiled lightly, which made Yu Pianpian feel inexplicably that something was wrong... but another senior, the Fifth, had once said that boldness stems from desire, and that the most dangerous things are always the most beautiful.

How could Xing Chu allow these low-level martial artists to get close? With a wave of his hand, a surge of energy blasted them all several meters away.

While at the Night Fragrance, Chen Feng had been eager to leave to avoid Mei Xian'er and had not spent time pondering her words. Now, thinking it over carefully, the more he reflected, the more confused he became.

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Following his usual pattern, it would take him about four or five days to advance, and roughly the same amount of time to stabilize his cultivation realm.

"Boss, ever since the leadership changed at the Public Security Bureau, they no longer accept our bribes. It’s hard for us to act too brazenly," the middle-aged man said, frowning with worry.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the remaining four cultivators roared in rage and charged forward.

The white-eyed man in the black robe performed a hand seal. One of his sleeves featured a gold button identical to the one Li Yi had obtained from Li San. The other sleeve, however, was missing a button. Without a doubt, this man was the Third Elder of the Li family.

But in the world Ye Tian originally came from, there were cultivators who specialized in collecting spirits and ghosts to use as "weapons." These spirits were akin to soul-based techniques, specifically targeting the soul; such people were known as Ghost Cultivators.

Angola Newman was struck by an arrow, a cedar shaft embedded in his head. The toxins spread, and he died instantly.

"You may not know me, but I know you. You are Mo Li—you actually didn't die!" The man in plain clothes stared fixedly at Yun Mo Li, enunciating every word, his face twisted in utter shock.