Twenty-Eight Banner-Bearers

She did not show any expression in front of Shen Jiahe, merely whispering a thank you before picking up her suitcase and heading upstairs. Although Jiang Qiulan had been plotting on her behalf, there were certain matters where her stance was diametrically opposed to Jiang's; they were certainly not of one mind. Perhaps that was why, unable to find Boss Chen and too afraid to confide in anyone—let alone Jiang Qiulan—she had wept in such despair.

Without a precise understanding of poisons, it would be impossible to fuse these two toxins so perfectly. Obtaining even one of them was no small feat, let alone both. Ouyang Lian’s coat fell onto the filthy floor with a thud; he looked puzzled, though he felt no resentment. Zui Lifeng pieced all the fragments together, and before long, a complete jade slip took form.

Qu Nange expressionlessly held out his hand. "Phone." He was incorrigible, always acting provocatively in front of her. Huangfu Peibai looked at his tall back, feeling a surge of surprise. To think he dared to show her his weakness! Was he not afraid she might go back on her word and strike him? How much did he trust her?

After a long silence, Feng Ling spoke, simultaneously drawing a storage bag from his robes and rising to place it before Wang Zhaoyang. The Empress Dowager, who had been lounging in a slumped posture, suddenly straightened up, a dark premonition flashing through her mind.

"Well, is this enough?" Li Muyang asked casually, looking at the stunned Duanmu Dan. He felt that since Ying Xi was currently preoccupied, if he were to join forces with the Blood Corpse Ancestor, they should be able to execute Ying Xi directly.

Had it not been for their quick reflexes and immense mental strength, the two would have long been devoured by the swarming hordes of zombies. The ten of them marched with high spirits, maneuvering with the rigorous precision of a military formation; they engaged when the zombies were few and retreated when they gathered.

Hu Pingtao stared at Lu Fengying for a long time without speaking. He waved at Gu Dewei, who sat nearby. Understanding the gesture, Gu stood up and led Lu Fengying out of the room.

Li Qiushui remained as elegant and peerless as ever. With a cold shout, she intensified her pressure. Lu Wan’er valued Lu Zhen too highly; if she could get her hands on Lu Zhen, perhaps she could force the location of the secret base out of her. Afterward, they arrived at the teaching buildings; Zhejiang University had many, and they shifted their battleground several times.

Finally, the black bead ceased its rotation, hovering silently within Ling Sisi’s dantian—mysterious, solemn, majestic, and tinged with a cold chill. Wang Yong was thirty-four this year, a handsome man over 1.8 meters tall, lean and capable. He looked remarkably youthful, appearing no different from someone in his twenties.

After the scream—suspected to be that of Zhou Yi’s brother—the entire fog-shrouded area fell silent. Even the density of the mist thinned significantly, leading many to believe this was a good opportunity to escape, prompting many who had been hiding to abandon their positions.

In a daze, he felt warmth in his mouth, and strength gradually returned to his body. When he opened his eyes again, it took a long time to clearly see the old man and the youth before him. Grand Immortal Zhenyuan looked at Gao Qian and the Monkey King in the mirror with a strange expression, calculating something in his heart.

Xu Yunyi’s alluring face cycled through shades of red, green, and white. Clearly, she had not expected Meng Haoqing to be so impervious to reason. At this rate, when would he ever be able to fully disentangle himself from the affairs of the Meng family?

"It’s nothing, I just took a divine pill, and the side effects were too potent—it caused diarrhea and was also an aphrodisiac. Come, let me help you reach enlightenment." Su Hang pulled Liu Qing into his embrace.

In the face of the Mangekyō Sharingan, what use was a Jinchūriki? Uchiha Kyo only needed to do one thing: find the Seven-Tails Jinchūriki, Fu, and glare at her. Yun Chujing did not explain the details, wanting to see how Empress Zongzheng would address the matter.

This left Hong Wanxing with no way to respond; it turned out his masters were all using him to "cross the river by feeling the stones." The people were not yet satisfied; they returned to the dead pirates, beating them with wooden clubs, pelting them with stones, and even kicking them. It took a while before the soldiers drove them away.

Wang Ye arrived at the gates of Longhu Mountain with Ye Qing, turned his head slightly, and smiled at her. He Bin watched silently as the old professor walked alone into the deep mountains and forests, his eyes brimming with tears before he knew it.

The purchasing power of this world’s currency was still quite strong; six coppers could buy a large loaf of black bread, enough to feed a family of three for a day. One silver coin could be exchanged for one hundred coppers, and one gold coin for twenty silver coins.

The torrential rain arrived like a main force, splashing upon the soaked ground. With dull thunder mingled with the wind, the heavy downpour finally began in earnest. This was only possible because the Taiji Bagua Diagram was constantly rotating to disperse the pressure, and Qiao Kun was bolstered by the Divine Demon Bone Sword.

Within the city, countless people rushed out of various buildings like black ants, running in all directions. Immediately after, more soldiers in the Jianzhou camp were startled awake by the explosions, pouring out of countless tents.

Zhu Youjian did not care; before he launched his campaign, any hidden dangers had to be eliminated. He could not leave them behind. Suddenly, clear footsteps echoed through the base, reaching the ears of the many trainees.

Except for the Six Paths Sage from a millennium ago, no one could do such a thing! And the Six Paths Sage had long since passed away.

"Why? Why not just conscript them? We are so short on fleets and influence right now. With these three thousand ships, if nothing else, the intimidation alone would be enough." Dai Ran felt it was a pity when he thought of their actions in Old Port.

The Yue Kingdom would be the territory of the Ghost Spirit Sect in the future. He had already arranged for Wang Chan and the Red-Skulled Skeleton to destroy the entire vein as soon as he left, burying the ancient teleportation array beneath it.