Volume One, Chapter 22: Tea Time

“You won’t regret this.”

Lin Yu wore a sinister grin, more villainous than any villain!

“Great being! Spare my life, please spare me!” Wang Gui knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably as he kept kowtowing in desperate supplication.

He had committed countless heinous acts, wasted innumerable resources, and finally managed to become a martial artist. To die like a lowly ant was utterly unbearable to him.

“I will give you everything I have and serve you wholeheartedly from now on; only beg you, great being, to spare me!”

Lin Yu raised his hand, releasing a white light that forcibly probed into his memories.

As expected.

Wang Gui’s misdeeds were endless; in pursuit of his goals, he slaughtered innocents mercilessly—death was barely a punishment for him.

“Remember, in your next life, be a good person.”

For himself, however, the dimensional battlefield had been open for several days; he just hadn’t entered because his preparations were incomplete.

Especially those eyes—bright and profound, not the usual black or deep brown of most Chinese, but a dark indigo like the night sky.

“The old man is angry…” Can you tone it down a bit? The lawyer dared not say the latter part.

Actually, it was just about releasing the demonic power within his body, enveloping his surface, and letting this power propel himself to perform transformation techniques.

It could be used to enrich culinary dishes or to grind spices and enhance flavors, making it extremely valuable.

Yet even so, it was no longer effective now. He, a proud Xiongnu military officer, had lost his post, becoming a lone commander and had shamefully fled back to his hometown in Jinyang to hide.

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The nurse first tended to Xi Nanlin’s wounds; her arm was cut by shattered glass, and though the blood had coagulated, cleaning other blood clots risked disturbing the hardened parts, causing secondary injury.

The Martial Examination was held only once every three years, and candidates could not be over twenty. He was already eighteen; the next exam would be at twenty-one, making him ineligible. Whether or not he pursued an official career, he didn’t want to miss this opportunity if he could.

At the same time, with a flick of his hand, a packet of poison powder appeared and was thrown at the stunned and pained General Murong.

Previously, at the banquet, Cheng Lian had wildly praised Su Yao, which he didn’t believe. Yet recently, he had heard of this officer’s heroic feat of single-handedly breaking into the enemy camp, and he was genuinely curious—was there really such a ruthless person in the world?

Though she harbored doubts about what Gong Zhan said, upon reflection, he had no reason to deceive her.

“The patient suffered a head injury at the back of the skull. Fortunately, he was brought in promptly. His condition has now basically stabilized,” the doctor said in a businesslike tone.

Huang Shengjie was reluctant to act first; after Mark’s fate, he had glanced that way a few times.

The Nine-Heart Begonia lineage was unique; the cost of gaining a godlike healing ability meant that only two soul masters of this lineage could live simultaneously in the world.

From his communication with the Flower Spirit, Fang Ze understood that the Divine Fire Box was no ordinary treasure, likely having very limited use and being exceedingly rare.

“Where do you think you’re going!” Bai Li Bing’s soul wings flapped behind her as she moved to block Lu Qing, her voice stern.

That large chunk of rhinoceros meat would only last about a week; to avoid going hungry, it was best to act sooner.

Wei Yu frowned, uneasy. Though busy training these days and hardly seeing Yue Wanhua, they had lived together for over a month, and Wei Yu was already at the Qi Refining stage. Meal times were irregular, yet Yue Wanhua always left a bowl of plain flour in the pot, never missing any occasion.

She recalled that man’s indifferent gaze when they first met; each time he showed her kindness, he was met with cold disregard.

“Huh, it’s not?” Zhang San was puzzled because he clearly felt the ruby ring’s effect on this door, sharing the same confusion as her.

Although Lin Xue’s injuries were minor, her reputation had nearly been tarnished by the two of them. Thinking of this, Yu Min’s eyes burned with fury.

Upon her remark, the other three in the room simultaneously cast worried yet hopeful glances at the divine healer.

Thus, nearly a year passed, and Mo Ziyan was an unusual presence in this mining area—he had no freedom, yet was accompanied daily by a dedicated attendant.

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Jiang Wuye’s heart stirred, recalling the destructive force he once unleashed by channeling the primordial power of the Golden Cudgel through the Seventy-Two Heavenly Palaces, shattering everything in its path.

Qu Miaoyan spoke coldly, sounding like a professional doctor taking the pulse and observing the condition, leaving He Bixuan puzzled.

The head of the Jiang family looked at Mu Mumu excitedly—a towering man of one meter eighty—he even blushed at these words.

Upon hearing the question, Chang Xuan and Ling Zhi subtly moved their arms in sync, casually explaining.

Su Yi rubbed his brows, suddenly remembering something, and took out two Spirit Pearls, handing them to Lu Hongpao.

Though their physical distance was close, the words spoken were chilling enough to freeze the heart.

The off-road vehicles were almost entirely encased in high-density iron cages, studded with countless outward-facing spikes, each half a foot long. They resembled porcupines—fierce and menacing.

“Don’t worry, you don’t understand now, but they will soon!” Zhou Yun patted the village chief on the shoulder and walked toward the clan elder again.

Snow recently reached the bottleneck of the Three-Star Proud Sun Magician, and as a mage with relatively weak physical resistance, she was the earliest to start magic transformation.

However, Wu Yue paid no heed. Upon entering the 1,200-li radius, he once again experienced the previous condition—completely pinned to the ground by gravity, unable to move a muscle.

Since he had promised her before, he would accompany her on a trip, pretending to be her boyfriend.

The Japanese army was not only the Second Army fighting the Qing forces. The First Army split into two routes from Korea into northeastern China; one route had already captured Lianshan Pass, confronting Qing troops occupying Motian Ridge, while the other captured Haicheng but was besieged by Qing forces.

These Beihai Ice Spiders were legendary ferocious beasts, not to mention the Ice Spider King. Unexpectedly, today they had encountered two of them here.

“Let’s not talk about this for now.” Lu Yu waved his hand gently and said softly, “The biggest problem right now is definitely not this, but whether we should continue with our mission at all!”

Qimeng was taken aback.