Chapter 50: The Choice
After seeing Bai Qixi’s fiery monkey appear on the field, Feng Yi also sent out his Nido King. Once Nido King was on the field, the fiery monkey charged straight at him and, upon reaching him, delivered a sudden Ice Punch.
If Ye Mu were to connect individually with the four from the mortal world, it would require eight Star Bells, which was far from sufficient. Therefore, as long as Ye Mu maintained contact with the mortal world, the rest could be dealt with later.
“Then it’s settled!” Old Su nodded. Meng Yi understood the situation clearly, and indeed, as Meng Yi said, the Guardian City was now formidable—no ordinary person could challenge it.
One must remember that this trial jungle was home to both monstrous and ferocious beasts, even the weakest possessing strength ten times that of a human. Ordinary firearms were hardly effective against them.
Although Huo Yun found Bai Juanjuan’s claim—that avoiding events occurring in dreams would shift them onto others—somewhat implausible.
The group dismounted and proceeded on foot. Only Zhu Gaozhi, hindered by a leg ailment, was eased onto a sliding cart prepared in advance by the Shaolin Temple.
Though the imposing aura seemed intimidating, Su Cheng remained entirely unshaken, for it was no great matter.
Hearing Mengmeng’s words, Xiao Zhang’s face displayed a peculiar expression. The spirit artifact insisted on recognizing Mengmeng as its master? What was going on? Upon glancing at the spirit artifact, he saw it gazing at Mengmeng with utter admiration.
Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji, Wei Zheng, and others arrived together. As they entered the main hall, they all covertly glanced at the emperor and were surprised to find him flushed and seemingly in high spirits.
“Um… oh…” From afar came a resonant, soaring call. Hearing it, Moon Zi Yun suddenly halted, listening intently, a tinge of sorrow crossing her heart.
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Most students studying intelligence would eventually serve as intelligence officers, with few directly engaged in frontline intelligence work.
Allen smiled knowingly, aware that Old Du Fu was spouting nonsense. He had even claimed to have enough magic power to soar and break through. Yet Allen chose not to expose him; this old rogue rarely acted seriously, and when stubborn, no one could argue with him—why waste words?
After speaking, Helan Yao did not wait for any reaction but swiftly turned and vanished atop the mountain with Ning Ruxi.
Upon hearing such a brave plan, the retreating Mongol hundred left men to guide the way and hurried to the capital. The night passed quietly. The next afternoon, the Mongol army returned to the capital. Near noon on the third day, Kublai summoned the hundred household chief for questioning—not in the palace but at the stables.
After calling the referee over, Wang Yue whispered a few words in his ear. The referee then nodded slightly and walked backstage.
Under these circumstances, though Da Fei dodged many blades, he was not superhuman. Two strikes managed to land, blood flowing from his abdomen, staining his white garment.
Having slain the sniper’s sheath, Feng Xiao turned again. Though severely injured, he activated healing magic and focused all firepower on the excavation machine assaulting the tower.
The explosive news spread not at the rate of one telling ten, nor ten telling a hundred, but like a storm, sweeping over the entire Hunting City in an instant.
Though the central courtyard was in disarray, Lady Dong’e, whose thoughts were elsewhere, failed to notice. But due to the contrasting methods of Nurse Yin and Aunt Tong, Lady Dong’e chose not to bring either when leaving, instead taking her two chief maids, Pearl and Rouge.
“This… at that time, I had just fallen off a cliff. I only caught a brief glimpse. I cannot be sure it was blood—just a golden object,” Helan Yao feigned a struggling memory, appearing unable to recall more.
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Zhang Yanran scrolled up the page, staring at a photo of the four of them. Had they not been together then, perhaps none of these events would have unfolded.
As she had just said, what difference did five or eight years make? Only three years. If discipline truly wished to act, a delay of three years was inconsequential.
Su Yi roared, his entire body engulfed in faint golden flames—the Dragon Breath of his draconic form, though somewhat weaker.
Three figures cloaked in voluminous black robes arrived at the Song family’s estate. The leader whispered in a sinister voice.
Outside, light snow fell, the flakes small and swirling in the north wind. Xie Danru wished to step out and assess the situation but did not want to disturb Qiao Minzhi. The chill outside contrasted starkly with the warmth of the heated room where he wore only thin clothing. Reluctantly, he decided to “borrow” some warmer clothes.
Ke Yu leaned on a cane, sword in hand, repeatedly striking at Liu Wuhen, who solely defended, guiding Ke Yu toward the exit and clearing the way for the servants to tidy up the aftermath.
On the wedding night, Shan Xue’er drew the two treasured swords she carried and used one to cleave the other into two halves.
After shouting four or five times, villagers curious about the noise gathered around. Initially intending merely to watch the commotion, upon seeing my great-grandfather and Wang Caoyu, they all gasped in surprise.