Chapter Three: Uneasy Peace

Ouyang Shan felt a pang of regret; he never expected to find himself in a position where he had to beg Wen Rou for help. Had he known it would come to this, he would have acted differently back then. If he had only left a bridge unburned, he wouldn’t be so helpless now.

His hair and face were soaked. His shirt clung to his body, stained a pale red, its original color indistinguishable. The sound of the river churned in the surroundings, while the wilderness remained silent. In his eyes, there was a warm, clear light.

Hearing this, Luo Chen couldn't help but smile. He shook his head and walked over to sit at the table with Han Zhirou and the others.

Luo Chen’s firm voice rang out across the entire martial arts arena, rolling through the hearts of all the Luo family disciples like a thunderclap, echoing over and over in everyone's minds.

Tong Chao was flung into the corridor. Staggering, he leaned against the wall behind him. After Shi Jian gave him a few more words of warning, he wrapped his arm around Liu Yan’s waist and walked away. Watching their retreating backs, and seeing Shi Jian’s hand around Liu Yan’s waist, Tong Chao suddenly felt his scalp tingle. His heart ached intensely, and a surge of raw energy welled up within him.

Tong Chao steadied his emotions. This Daqing was truly a handful, always pushing one to the brink of exhaustion.

Master said that in the underground palace of a general-level ancient tomb, there must be a grand dragon hall. If there is a grand hall, there must be pillars to support it. These pillars are mostly made of thousand-year-old willow wood, which is exceptionally hard; in some cases, bronze pillars are used for support. If we enter Qinglun’s underground palace, we must investigate carefully to avoid triggering any traps.

He took another deep drag from his cigarette, his gaze falling upon the square, man-high metal cage in the room. The chains were already prepared inside, ready to securely bind the alien's four limbs.

If they were to be called comrades, the soldiers would have the right to challenge him. So, Su He and Daniel remained silent.

Jin Jie was certainly out of the question. Since his retirement, the old man had kept himself away from worldly affairs. There was no way to disturb him at a time like this. Besides, if he found out that she had used Jinyao’s shares as collateral, Li Shiqi didn't want his heart to stop on the spot.

"Look at how full of yourself you are. So what if he's a soldier? Maybe he's a high-ranking official!" someone retorted, unable to stand the tone.

Gong Mengmeng was also a bit surprised. It turned out Xiao Ce had done so much homework, recognizing every child in the family clearly.

She now felt her body brimming with spiritual energy and was becoming increasingly proficient in the practice of the Five Elements arts. She used the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth spells to enhance her skills.

The old lady had just confirmed with her that the house was indeed her property. Her son had never transferred the title before because he owed too much debt; once the transfer was complete, the house would have been immediately seized by the court. It was only by chance that this old house had been preserved.

Shen Changli, having returned to school, had begun a nine-to-five routine. That day, he saw Wu Ling tapping away at his keyboard with an indescribably dejected expression.

If he had been sensible, he would have said, "I think the same as my royal brothers," like the Sixth Prince, and that would have been the end of it. But Sun Zhen was not that kind of person; even though no one had mentioned the rumors, he was the one who brought them up.

Through the gap in the door, I saw that arm again. Yes, just an arm, with no body to support it. It hung in mid-air, its knuckles curled, tapping gently on the door panel—once, and then again.

Bai Junyu and the others were students of Canglan Academy, so it was normal for them to be together, but they were not students of Canglan Academy, so there was naturally no need for them to go together.

A bowl of fragrant wontons was placed on the table. The soup was topped with green bok choy and yellow shredded egg, paired with plump wontons, looking extremely tempting.

Fortunately, Chu Shen’s energy was currently sufficient, at least enough to support development both on the surface and underground.

Moreover, this consciousness must have left a mark in his memory, only Xiao Shan could not find it.

He took a glance, his heart tightening. It looked exactly like the "cleaner" crabs shown on television.

This was Feng Honghong’s consistent style: distinct in right and wrong, and generous in character. Yet, when it came to bargaining for clothes, her skills were no less than Chen Nian’s. Although she was getting on in years, she had never been cheated—not even once.

The Supreme Elder Pu Mo had been expanding the sect’s formations, while Supreme Elders Feng Mo and Canyue were expanding their territory. The other elders had been arranging for the disciples to build various cultivation rooms. He, the Vice Sect Leader, was the only one without a single achievement to his name. Jiutian dreamed of finding a way to prove himself to the Sect Leader.

Old Ma, hearing what his wife said, hurried to look toward the door and saw two young men in their twenties walking into the shop.

Because he drank too quickly, he choked and began to cough violently. His eyes turned red, and they filled with tears.

"Alright, you two should also join me in reporting to Wucheng. This is only a temporary retreat by the enemy. As for how to arrange things, we still need to listen to Wucheng’s instructions. You two chat for a while; I’ll go arrange for all the cadres to come over," Senchuan Ichiumi said with a smile. He picked up the intercom, and a temporary meeting hall was established in a King Kong robot repair factory.

"Father Emperor, did this son hear you correctly? Is what you said true?" The Third Prince couldn't help but ask.

Lin Hao had already used Goudan to scan Angelina’s attributes; she was a Level 3 superhuman. Ordinarily, keeping these people in line should have been the easiest thing in the world, yet Angelina did not use her abilities to manage them.

In his hand was a compass, engraved with extremely ancient patterns and emitting a faint spiritual energy, as if it were a dormant spiritual artifact.

Although the laboratory building no longer had management staff, the guards were still diligently keeping watch.

"Bug, I have a feeling the boss might have gone to cause trouble for the Nalan family today," Zhang Muyang said softly.

Just as everyone was searching around, a large ship slowly sailed along the river that connected to the waters around the island.

However, due to his injuries, Chu Fengmian’s actual power was less than one percent of his peak, but it was still equivalent to the strength of the Heaven-Man Realm, which could be considered a tiny bit of self-defense.