Volume 1 Chapter 22: [They]

Some ancient legends are indeed mere fantasies or exaggerations passed down through time, but others are undeniably true—Chinese martial arts, for instance, fall into the latter category.

Behind the crate lay an endless expanse of others, their contents a complete mystery. I had intended to pry one open to take a look, but fearing the noise might draw unwanted attention, I quickly abandoned the thought.

Wang Chengyi, who had been gloating just moments ago, saw his expression instantly turn icy, while those around us stared at me with shock.

In the sunset filtering through the window, one could clearly see a layer of white frost coating the faces, hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes of the dead. The climate in the Golden Triangle is scorching; where could frost have come from?

"Scorpion, Director Dai is looking for you." A man in a black suit walked onto the rooftop and called out to Ming Fan. Ming Fan turned his head, his face clean but his eyes sharp and malevolent, as if they could kill.

In the hospital room, Xue Junyi lay on her bed gazing out the window. She knew this incident was no accident; otherwise, the organization wouldn't be announcing her death to the public tomorrow.

Hearing this, Yuan Qingxuan’s face turned visibly red, yet she did not utter a word to refute Old Man Kong.

The group then began to file inside, scanning the scenery as they searched for the path to the main building. All the while, a dark, lingering gaze flickered intermittently toward the hem of Yao Tie’s robe.

He knew the time for his loved ones to be slaughtered was approaching. What would she do when that moment arrived?

He no longer cried out in pain this time, stubbornly biting his lip to keep from screaming. He gripped the stool even tighter; had it not been for the support of the furniture, he likely would have collapsed to his knees.

"He doesn't look like President Feng at all. Perhaps he takes after his mother?" Lu Xunhuan asked with a look of naive innocence.

While the Third Princess was known as the mistress of the Xu household, in reality, all the land and shops were tightly held by Old Madam Xu. Other than the generous dowry she brought upon her marriage, the only silver Jing Zheng saw each year was the meager salary of Xu Feng.

Empress Liu’s spirits had improved slightly of late, and she had grown genuinely fond of her. Seeing her arrive, she beckoned her to sit by her side. When the maids presented the white silk cloth they had been carrying, the Empress glanced at it, her heart filled with a trace of surprise.

Ah Li tried to follow Jing Motong inside, but Chu Yi blocked him at the door with an outstretched arm. "I'm sorry, you cannot enter. Please wait outside." With that, Chu Yi shut the door to the president's office once more.

Di Yetong, however, felt as though she had said something about tops and bottoms, and he decided to make a phone call to confirm.

One pill seemed insufficient, so she poured out two, then three, then four or five, preparing to swallow them all in one go.

"Since everyone is here, let me thank you all for your help," Su Anwan said, the gentle smile in her dark, clear eyes deepening. "We must continue to work hard together from here on out."

The sun rose, illuminating fields dusted with a thin layer of frost. The pale blue of the high sky and the silver-white and orange-yellow glow on the earth shimmered in harmony, making the entire world appear exceptionally clear and bright.

Cheng Jun gave a salute: "Yes!" He turned and led the guards to set out. The guerrilla guide led the captured puppet squad leader away.

Though he considered Jiang Nan a useless waste, he would not transfer such feelings onto Jiang Qian. Qin Yue felt he was still capable of distinguishing between the two.

It was a pity, however, that with age and fading strength, his potential was limited; without a monumental stroke of luck, it would be nearly impossible for him to break into the realm of the Origin Emperor in this lifetime.

"Speak," Yang Tiangang said. In private, he was quite easy to get along with, completely unlike the cold, aloof figure he presented in public—a classic case of a cold exterior masking a warm heart.

Fortunately, Qin Tian was able to suppress the primordial dragon will within the Origin Dragon Pearl. No matter how wild the energy of the pearl became, it soon grew obedient and disciplined.

Gui Tong finished speaking and was the first to leap into the air, sprinting across the sky. Gui Qian, unwilling to be outdone, also took to the air. Though Jiang Zaiyuan could not fly, the Spirit Leopard Leap technique he had cultivated was no mere parlor trick.

The Wine Demon Sword suddenly drew his long black blade, and a terrifying sword aura locked onto Cang Jingnu, startling him into an immediate retreat into the sky.

Just then, the convoy pulled up to the entrance of the police station, and many people stepped out of the vehicles, the sound of closing doors echoing in a steady rhythm.

Chu Feng took the wine jar, hesitated for a moment, and seeing the strange look on Lu Nu’s face, he finally moved to hand it to him, only for Feng Qiwu to snatch it away mid-air.

The words of Emperor Mu brought a sudden joy to Chu Feng’s heart; he saw where hope lay.

A thick, muscular arm reached out from the crowd, five fingers contorted into a bizarre gesture, drawing a burst of boisterous laughter from the surrounding mercenaries.

After all these years, he did not know what had become of Chen Qingfeng’s younger brother. Jiang Zaiyuan had set out on the road to Dedi City solely to fulfill Chen Qingfeng’s dying wish.

Xu Xingwan was now a cat with claws bared, yet in the end, she had fallen in love with her foster brother and was content to be a bird in a gilded cage.

Beyond this, there were the eighteen guardians of the Dark Moon Divine Sect, each possessing strength on par with the Diamond tier.

The poison had taken hold so silently that he failed to notice it in time; by the moment he finally realized, it was already beyond his power to treat.