Volume One, Chapter Nine: The Meaning of Struggle

He was so confident because Zhang Yu’s learning ability was simply heaven-defying. Furthermore, having reviewed Zhang Yu’s file, which could only be described as monstrous, he knew that the only way to complete the mission was to take the risk.

Seeing this, the three soldiers frowned. One of them stepped forward to pull the emboldened boy aside, while another moved in to investigate.

The long-silent doors of the main hall were pushed open. A man walked in—none other than Duke Volkman of the Tulip family, known as the "Pillar of Heaven and Beam of the Sea" for the Kingdom of Lanlong.

As the atmosphere warmed, the gentry and wealthy families eagerly vied to confess their faults, and the donations of silver reached new heights, finally causing Lord Wei’s expression to soften.

But no one knew that this jolly old man possessed a shocking secret identity: a senior agent of the Chinese Empire’s Military Intelligence Agency.

In the drama, he managed to knock down five Japanese spies with his bare hands in just a few seconds.

"Heh, even the Confucian Sage Sect is here? Is that the Emei Sect?" Old Man Ma found it hard to believe that even the Emei Sect had become involved.

Wu Guowei’s hands were clenched tight under his sleeves, forcing himself to endure. The man was dressed in a bright blue, gold-woven brocade robe, with a wide belt featuring a Buddha-head and a dragon-phoenix pattern around his waist. With a head of thick, raven-black hair and eyes as clear as a mountain lake, his tall and graceful figure made him appear truly relaxed and elegant.

Thus, from nightfall onwards, he had been waiting in excitement. Though he kept a straight face, those who knew him could see his agitation and anxiety in his restless pacing.

"Blue, promise me, whatever happens this time, please put your own safety first. Do not put yourself in danger just for the sake of a moment’s pride." Ginevia held Sojess tightly. This was her first time being involved in a large-scale war between nations, and it was impossible for her not to be nervous.

Just as the three of them had yet to decide in which direction to begin their exploration, a scorching beam of fire streaked toward them from the distance.

In an instant, a violent murderous intent locked onto Fu Zhanpeng. As a True Immortal who had achieved sainthood through his physical body, Li Jing followed the path of an orthodox cultivator. While his combat prowess might not match that of his son, Nezha, killing Fu Zhanpeng would be no harder than crushing an ant.

Alessa fell silent, her dark-blue eyes fixed on Chu Xuan. Honestly, the feeling of being stared at by her was a bit chilling, though a man like Chu Xuan would naturally never feel such terror.

Ma Jing’s concern for me made my heart ache. I knew how well she treated me, but from the very beginning, she was someone destined never to be with me.

Han Feng waved his hand; seeing Faji’s expression, he understood that this monk, like himself, was completely in the dark about the world’s plot and knew nothing.

However, the Chen woman had no such qualification. Mu Biwei had only requested for her family to enter the palace; she had not sought an extension for their stay. Seeing the Chen woman lingering near the palace gate as if she were seeing someone off, she felt a flash of displeasure.

After sheathing her bow, there was a flash of excitement in Mu Bicheng’s eyes, but at a soft cough from Mu Bichuan, she quickly suppressed her joy, striving to maintain an air of humble composure.

If that was the case, then the people outside must be Nangong Jin’s men! But how did he know she was here?

"The flesh of the Water God... it must be quite delicious, shouldn't it?" a voice filled with greed rang out.

The midday sun beat down, harsh and stinging. Tao Hua stood at the entrance of the restaurant, shielding her eyes from the blinding glare.

Qianzhu, it won't be long now. I, Chu Dian, the Demon Lord, and everyone in the Demon Realm are waiting for the day you return.

All three high-grade artifact-refining caves were occupied; Xu Wen guessed it must be the grandmasters from the Myriad Artifact Hall preparing for the Treasure Competition.

I had already met everyone I needed to see, except for that person at the school. Come to think of it, I hadn't been to school in nearly a month.

Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh. Oh well, never mind; I should first find a way to root out the traitor hidden within our home.

The young noble was clearly still in shock when he saw Ke Dong smile slightly at him. A moment later, a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen, causing him to double over, only to be struck heavily on the back of the head. With no other choice, he lost consciousness.

Outside the hall, Mo Li lay over her, his clothes disheveled. The ribbon binding his hair had loosened during the struggle, and his long, raven-black hair cascaded messily over her and the jade floor. Under the cold moonlight, it was utterly enchanting and intoxicating, with an air of romance spreading between the two.

However, out of consideration for Xu Wen, Liu Buhuan, and Luo Qiushen—the three True Immortals aboard the Five Elements Golden Ship—no one dared to strike easily. Instead, they surrounded them from all sides, subtly sealing off Xu Wen’s path.

Xuan'er and Xuemei had nothing more to say. Since Zhan Zhao treated Ziyin with such care, how could they possibly harm him?

"At least fifty thousand!" The cashier understood well that if a patient stayed in the intensive care unit for a week without being transferred to a general ward, there was essentially no saving them.

In less than two minutes, Ye Chen and his group returned to the main gate of the Feather Alliance and walked straight through the gate toward the palace.

"Who said it was yours? It should be mine, after all, I was the one who knocked it down in the end," Lingzi said, unwilling to concede. On the ground nearby lay a Beautifly, while a Golbat circled in the sky above.

Without any unnecessary movement, she whispered, her voice sounding like a question, yet also like a murmur to herself.

Fan Meng had originally intended to go on this trip as well, but because there were so many recent cases of mutation among acquired superhumans, he could not abandon these pressing matters and had to remain at the control base to handle them.

Tyler did not want everyone to look at the Hengtai Building; he wanted them to look at He Chenyi, who was standing at the entrance of the Hengtai Building, preparing to enter the office block.