Chapter 33: You Are Not Pei Qiaonian—Who Are You, Really?

After hanging up the phone, she immediately strode out.

Song Qingli saw her leaving and quickly asked, “Brother Qiao, where are you going? Of these eighteen in front of you, is there anyone you want to keep for the night?”

Xu Yunzhu didn’t even look back. “Keep them for your own bed!”

“Brother Qiao!”

“Quiet. I’m going to the restroom.” Xu Yunzhu shot him a glare over her shoulder.

Song Qingli instantly fell silent.

Only when Xu Yunzhu had gone far did he turn to Wei Zhi.

This place was actually the same battlefield where they had ambushed the enemy last time. Li Xu had decided to give it up, taking into account that the enemy used three great beast formations as their vanguard. Without a vast expanse of flat ground, those formations couldn’t be deployed.

Their confident ambush had been discovered, leading to a brutal struggle. With the radiance of the Holy Sword and Atreus’s sharp, soul-piercing words, the last shreds of resolve among these scattered forces were finally shattered.

He gripped the whip tightly, making sure each laborer received at least two lashes. Some he found particularly displeasing, so he struck them several more times.

“How much do you know about this so-called Stone Clan?” Since things had come to this, Mu Tianchen decided to approach the problem from another angle. He wanted to know everything about the Stone Clan—only by understanding the enemy could he be victorious in every battle.

This man was the trusted follower of Zhao Lixun, the city’s defense general, and naturally commanded authority among the city guards. At his order, many of the guards drew the curved blades from their waists.

As long as Ares willed it, he could devise countless ways to make this Spartan, who dared to challenge his authority, taste the agony of despair and frustration.

“I am the hall master—speak your mind!” Zhang Su’e’s gaze was fixed intently on the so-called Young Master Ma in the center.

Her other hand had transformed into a sharp forelimb, pressing against the silk cocoon, ready to pierce through at any moment.

“Heh, the Hundred Flowers Palace is reacting so strongly—there must be a big fish coming through!” someone declared confidently.

Once the transmission reached Sun Xingba, Zhang Yang inside the mech anxiously scanned his surroundings. Staring at the wrecked mech at his feet, his eyes widened.

Dinner was prepared by Xiao Shuxia and Zhou Qiuju together. As they ate, Zhou Qiuju continued to give instructions, saying that Xiao Shuxia only needed to do certain things during the first two days of the new year, since she herself would be busy then and probably couldn’t help.

Boundary Stabilizing Pill, Boundary Breaking Pill, Boundary Securing Pill, Soul Heart Pill, Soul Spirit Pill… in all, ten types of divine-grade pills, each with a different effect, and Fang Heng had refined a total of three hundred and sixty of them.

Without another word, Xi’er led the Seven Sins and vanished in a flash toward the Luo River. While Su Fu worked in secret, the archers and spearmen of each division had already set out, keeping to the shadows and moving to their designated positions. With the aid of the Mysterious Spirit Guide, orders could be relayed directly into the ears of every commander—a truly convenient system.

Mo Titi was still quite enthusiastic: “Yang Jingxing is probably on the plane, his phone’s off. Zhang Hejun wrote so well—he captured exactly how I felt. I was really proud and excited at the time, and deeply inspired. If you have the chance, go listen to Dr. Luo’s lecture—you won’t be disappointed.”

The Blood Moon closed her eyes, her chest heaving several times. When she opened them again, a flash of resolve shone within.

Lying back in the ark, Zhang Yang shut his eyes. He had never imagined he would command such a vast force. When he first entered Zone C, he had to rely on Wang Yu for help, but now he was the king of Zone C. The change was staggering.

“Chairman Zhu, hello… I’m not your son…” As soon as the call connected, Zhu She’s roar came through. It seemed that the smiling, seemingly affable Chairman Zhu they had first met was not always so even-tempered.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared at Purple’s feet, his figure swirling in midair. With whooshing sounds, his flying sword danced with cold light, interwoven with blazing flames, forming a resplendent lotus blossom.