Volume 1, Chapter 43: Ronin Village

"I have a question for you. What is your purpose in providing me with this clue?" Liang Chen glanced at the caller ID on his phone, noticing that the number was completely different from the last one.

The halfling caravan that Res was following was a massive enterprise. Hundreds of packhorses carried heavily bloated cargo, and several specially crafted wagons guarded the front and rear. Flanking the caravan were over a hundred mercenary guards of various races, with humans making up the majority. The owner of the caravan was a middle-aged halfling.

"Why are you back already at noon?" Looking at the incredibly charming purple sprite, Liang Chen asked with a hint of surprise.

"What do you mean, old uncle?" Long Zhiyan blinked resentfully. According to the Korean age calculation system, she wasn't even an adult yet.

To give an example, suppose you possess two domains: the Water Element Domain and the Fire Element Domain. Following a conventional train of thought, one might feel that both divine offices are powerful and thus adopt the approach of forging two separate divine offices from the two domains—namely, the God of Water Elements and the God of Fire Elements.

Of course, if the dragon sword were wielded with mastery and finesse, it could also be used as a light sword. However, how long had Wei Yang been practicing the Black Dragon martial arts? At this moment, Wei Yang couldn't help but think of the long sword from his hometown, blaming only his master for not teaching him sword techniques at the time.

With these divine artifacts and elixirs, the strength of those envoys could undoubtedly be elevated to a level unattainable by ordinary people in a very short period. By then, even the sovereign of the state would have to pay heed to the former envoys' expressions.

Hearing the order, the soldiers hurriedly raised their shields and charged forward. Once they rushed within a range of about ten meters, following Sima Yi's battle cry, Cao's army on the mountain began a barrage of boulder throwing. Due to the extremely close distance, the soldiers only managed to hurl two rocks before engaging the enemy in close-quarters combat.

Listening to the ringtone playing from his phone, Liang Chen felt his throat go dry and his heart beat wildly out of control. In truth, he had not figured out what he should say or what attitude he ought to express. Realistically, if he were wise, he should have played dumb; yet his conscience and sense of responsibility made it impossible for him to turn a blind eye.

The bait had appeared, and this was a massive one. He had been fishing earlier that morning, but now he was the one being caught—and quite willingly at that.

She did not like stirring up trouble and was someone who feared complications, but if she were provoked or made things difficult for, she would by no means be a pushover.

Nina wore an expression that screamed, "Go on, and if I believe you, it must be because I'm cursed." She picked up the black blood pressure monitor from beside the table and aimed it at the bald-egg like a microphone.

Therefore, during the next three days, Xu Yang not only had to cook at the Nostalgia Restaurant but also had to personally step onto the stage to spar and give pointers to those fellows.

She must have wanted to call out to him, but somehow could not utter a sound. With her hand frozen mid-air, she suddenly collapsed onto the ground.

They had seen many people obsessed with money, but they had truly never witnessed anyone racing against time to make a fortune quite like Xu Yang.

Hearing this, whether it was Ma Minghui or those ordinary disciples of the White Tiger Gang, all of their hearts leaped with temptation.

Qiao Qianfan offered a polite excuse and left with the other five, while Chu Fan could not be bothered to overthink and directly returned to his own room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ji Tian spoke, he saw Lu Feiyan gazing at him with a strange look, her expression desolate as she spoke.

More than anything, it was sheer disbelief. Although the Xu family was a lineage of physicians with a long-standing heritage, they had never heard of anyone cultivating internal energy by the age of ten.

If he needed to use his stove for the next four days straight, those ten taels of silver would officially be his.

The Qilin felt more and more pathetic the more it thought about it, tears streaming uncontrollably from its swollen, slit-like eyes.

The middle-aged woman dared not delay and hurriedly followed the few individuals out of the quadrangle courtyard, heading toward Central China. Central China was not only the residence of national leaders but also the headquarters of National Security; she needed to consult with the head of National Security on how to deal with the Drought Demon.

"Then I'll destroy your cultivation right now, and you mustn't blame me!" As if touched on his reverse scale, Bai Mo's eyes turned blood-red, and his teeth seemed to grow longer, sharply terrifying as he roared fiercely and struck a vicious palm toward Mei Xueling's dantian.

Watching the humanoid phantom nod, Geng Long no longer hesitated. Regaining his mecha power, Geng Long directly summoned the Ten-Directions Drum, controlling it to deal with the humanoid phantom so as not to repeat past mistakes.

She had not had an easy time these past few days; tremendous self-reproach and guilt pressed down on her until she could barely breathe, yet she could only stand by helplessly, unable to offer any real assistance.

Perhaps to protect her reputation, or perhaps simply to calm her down, the bishop unhesitatingly cut off her speech.

Hearing the first sentence uttered by the old man in the crimson robe, Xia Haoxuan could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

We did not go home, but instead went straight to the hospital. Dean Qu was in the special care ward. As soon as we entered, we saw quite a few people expressing their warm regards to Dean Qu. Yet upon seeing us arrive, Dean Qu showed none of his previous shock; instead, he was unusually calm this time.

I was in a difficult position. This choice would directly reveal my stance, proving my true inner thoughts far better than any words could.

"President Cui, this is merely a martial arts exchange between both sides. Your disciple's strikes are undeniably too heavy." Chen Jinxiu's face showed displeasure as he said coldly.

Besides, he was a seasoned veteran among flowers. He had gone to great lengths to deal with Xu Hui. Tonight's gentlemanly facade had left him feeling somewhat stifled and suppressed, and now, naturally, was the moment for release. Xu Hui was like a cooked duck he had set his sights on; she had nowhere left to fly.

Quite a few people with lower cultivation levels could not withstand this might and unconsciously began to channel their protective defensive aura.

Accepting the bag handed over by the salesperson, Li Feng smiled and presented them separately to Xue Yan and Zhang Xiaoli. Both of them smiled and said thank you. It was clear that they both loved the gifts Li Feng had given them, and Li Feng felt happy inside as well.

"Is no one else speaking? If none of you will speak, then it's my turn." Qin Yan glanced around at the crowd.

"Third brother, were you scared out of your wits yesterday, or did you suddenly get amnesia? We don't have a head teacher today. Don't you know our head teacher might have already boarded a plane heading to Taiwan?" Hua Feiyan reminded Sima Yongle.

Zhao Jie found himself in a difficult spot. It was said that the young woman had a special background and was unwilling to let outsiders know, which was why he had no choice but to bring out the files and see if anyone had any ideas. If they could see the patient in person, what need would there be for a meeting to discuss it? If she could be saved, they would save her; if not... well, they had to save her anyway.