Volume 1, Chapter 23: Five Years of Separation, a Daughter Repaying Her Father’s Debts
When Chu Hanliang and Qu Pan arrived at the hospital, Zhang Yong was still in emergency surgery. Huo Runduo waited outside the operating room; his expression upon seeing Qu Pan was indescribable. Qu Pan had not expected Zhang Yong to throw himself in front of a bullet for her. While she felt a modicum of regret, it was not profound. Forced to sit on a bench outside the operating room for a while, she soon asked to see Mother Liu. Chu Hanliang had Huo Runduo take Qu Pan there while he remained to wait for Zhang Yong. Qu Pan had assumed Mother Liu was at the Young Marshal’s mansion, but to her surprise, she was also at the hospital. Huo Runduo escorted Qu Pan to the ward but did not enter, opting to stand by the corridor window to smoke. Mother Liu’s leg wounds had been re-dressed. The anesthesia had worn off, and the pain kept her awake, so she sat in bed reading a newspaper to distract herself...
Dong Yuanqing’s expression grew increasingly furious. By the end, he slammed his fist into a nearby trash can. The stainless-steel bin gave a dull thud, rocking unsteadily as if in response to the rage simmering within him. For Liu Xin, ten thousand yuan might not cover a single night’s entertainment, but for these students, it was undoubtedly a massive fortune. The wealthy patrons on the first floor were all stunned, and even in the VIP rooms on the second floor, the expressions of several bigwigs darkened, their gazes becoming gloomy. Now, of the Five Freaks, only Big Mouth, Stubborn, and Strong were left, yet despite their claim to the title of the Holy Sect’s Five Freaks, they were currently trembling in terror.
Jiang Fan’s move immediately sparked dissatisfaction among the crowd. They had wanted to see what kind of medicine could be worth seven million, as Jiang Fan had so miraculously touted. These Japanese invaders occupied nearby civilian homes, using the local residents who hadn't managed to flee as human shields, shouting that they would slaughter them. Just as Jiang Fan tackled Xia Li to the ground, a shard of glass crashed down upon them. Since she was willing to act as a troublemaker, ensuring Zhou Yurou could not successfully bid for the Snow Spirit Grass, he did not mind stepping in to muddy the waters even further.
Song Deyin was quite direct; he selected about a hundred workers and handed the list to Zhang Ling and Zhang Bin to register, planning to post it on a big-character poster at the entrance of the village committee later. At that moment, Tang Hongsheng suddenly opened his mouth wide and began to roar at him, attempting to bite his hand. His bound limbs struggled violently; had his hands not been tied, he would have likely lunged at Tang Yuanjia long ago.
Yu Luhui and Shen Jiamin stepped forward to block, but were forcibly repelled by Cheng Xin’s aura. The black wind ceased, and Cheng Xin knelt half-fallen on the ground, looking exceptionally weak. Chi Han quickly brought the three of them aside for treatment. Occasionally, when the timing was right, one could see up to five moons in the night sky, arranged in a row like a beautiful string of pearls, gentle and elegant. Lang Fei seized the opportunity to lunge forward, his dragon claws striking viciously toward Cui Jian’s head; had the blow connected, it would have shattered Cui Jian’s skull.
One must carefully weigh the pros and cons; there was no point in wasting so much spirit spring water only to end up with useless trash. Li Chengliang looked around at the bustling movement of soldiers and horses, feeling a deep sense of unease. While he was kept in the dark about many things, he knew a thing or two about his wayward son moving the entire Liaodong Iron Cavalry. It was only upon seeing Nurhaci and Zu Chengxun beside him that his heart settled slightly.
After Li Guangzhi lost consciousness, Lin Feng finally finished his study. He exhaled a long, stale breath and muttered to himself. Just then, he sensed Qin Xiaoxian’s spiritual consciousness and hurriedly "scrambled" out of the classroom. On the edge of the swamp, Ye Fei and Ye Hua kept their eyes fixed on the marshes. Leng Yi’s figure was gone, and Ye Fei’s hands were tightly clenched; her heart was pounding, a sensation beyond words. Lang Fei knew that the reason the young master of the Du family had become somewhat dim-witted was, to a certain extent, caused by charms.
Though it was a simple overlay, the addition of these two formations made the entire Qiankun Formation function quite differently. First, with the stacking formation added, the defensive power of the Qiankun Formation increased exponentially; it could easily withstand even a Foundation Establishment expert. Of course, this wasn't for Wang Dehan, but for Zhao Tiezhu. They admired Zhao Tiezhu for coming up with such a targeted solution. Seeing that Zhu Ling and Bai He still hadn't found a lighter, I was incredibly anxious, continuing to toss food at the pile of cats in an attempt to buy some time.
"Lin Dong, why are you back now? Shouldn't you be in the middle of the ranking battles?" Peng Gang asked. If the Xiao family dared to do this, the Xie family was not to be trifled with. Their only hope for continuing their bloodline was in the hands of the other party; they would fight until the last drop of blood if necessary. If both succeeded—Qin Yan at the peak of the Martial God realm and Lin Dong reaching the level of a Martial God—they should be able to break out of the Life-and-Death Gorge. After that, as long as they weren't surrounded by too many powerful experts, they would be fine.
Many mercenaries were searching, hailing from over a dozen mercenary groups, and the entire mountain range was cordoned off. For her, the ten months of pregnancy were a torment, as if this process of nurturing life was merely a march toward death. Today, she could no longer hold on. Seeing Li Qin’s earnest expression, Zhao Tiezhu felt quite moved; he admitted he could never achieve what she was doing. The workers were right—perhaps he could raise their wages a bit more?
Guan Jinlin did not doubt for a second that Tu Zhenshan would kill, for he was a master of the Mo Dao blade; his techniques were inherited from his father. Killing an尹Guangyao was nothing; even wiping out the entire Xi'an police force would be effortless. "How could it be like this? How has he become this powerful!" Hearing the news, Li Changfeng felt his heart turn to ash. "If we speak of the Han people, then naturally the most prestigious is the late Mr. Wang Meng, though he has already passed away!" Zhang Da replied without hesitation.