Chapter 63

Although she was not a physician, these were mostly flesh wounds from blades, and the medicinal herbs had already been prepared. What she needed to do was simply bandage and dress the wounds, tasks she excelled at.

Moreover, their military strength had already been swallowed up by Han Sui, and continuing to follow Han Sui would lead nowhere. Rather than waiting for death, it was better to forge a path of survival for themselves. Cheng Gongying could guess without even thinking that these men must be harboring ulterior motives right now, secretly plotting how to approach Jiang Gan.

"You're talking nonsense!" Richard scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state. He looked utterly wretched at the moment, with blood oozing from his nose and mouth. His already stiff Mandarin sounded even more unintelligible coming from his slurring mouth.

Ancient imperial tombs were all built deep underground. Even for mountain tombs where the mountain itself was carved into a burial chamber or rock was pierced to create a crypt, the burial vault would still be located deep within the belly of the mountain. Yet, how could the ancient tomb of Bottle Mountain be judged by ordinary logic? Perhaps the selection of the burial site was completely contrary to worldly tombs, being built instead at the very peak of the mountain, while false and deceptive tombs were set up below to confuse the line of sight.

Because of the incident involving Qingya, the two of them still rarely spoke to each other to this day. Madam Song Three had already held a grievance against her, so she seldom spoke to her either. As for Liu Meibao, not only was she naturally disinclined to talk, but she also wouldn't deliberately try to please others. Thus, the relationship between the two simply remained in this state.

She could even see the fiery glow lighting up the sky outside, making the entire surface of the sea look as though it were on fire—a truly terrifying sight. Under such circumstances, if their speed slowed down even a little, or if the boat were to stop entirely, they would likely find it hard to escape the sea of fire.

As the saying goes, warmth and satiation breed desires! Commander He was well-fed and clothed, so naturally, he began to yearn for the lifestyle he enjoyed when his father was still alive. Unable to accept that his father had died because of him, he could only channel this anguish into hatred toward Shangguan Wenfei and the others. Zou Qin had precisely exploited this point to successfully connect Commander He with Wang Liansheng and his group.

Every Soul Walker is powerful, but just how powerful could a Soul Walker who is only eighteen years old possibly be? Even if he were a dragon, an underage dragon would not be much stronger than a Thunder Falcon.

Consequently, both out-of-town vessels and local ships preferred to make lengthy detours rather than ever pass through the Sea of Thunder again. Although those waters were international territory, almost no one was willing to go there to fish.

Amidst the roaring, thunderous chaos of the copper-voiced tide, the two rubber rafts became like withered leaves swept up by an autumn wind. Caught in a sudden, violent torrent, they spun and plunged into a body of water surrounded on all sides by mountains. We hurriedly rowed our boat toward the center of the waters to avoid being capsized by the circular waterfall, taking advantage of the mist to look around us in the front and back.

Initially, everything was proceeding quite normally, but then an unexpected incident occurred.

I did not pick up the conversation. Memory told me that the real Mother Jin during this period was enduring the universal condemnation of having literally driven her father-in-law to death with anger, whereas I was now walking down a completely different path.

Today, Yan Shengge sent Qin Xuyu over to play. Qin Xuyu had just dragged Elder Yan to accompany him in a game of chess, while Jiang Xi and Yan Shengge chatted in the living room. The phone rang, and Jiang Xi answered it.

"If I hadn't expended too much physical energy in the battle just now, I could take you on myself! What are you acting so arrogant for when you're just a disguised fraud?" Zhantian said with disdain.

Yan You lowered her gaze, recalling her mother's instructions before she passed away, and at last, her tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Ye Jichang was just doing his job properly when his superior suddenly called a halt and summoned him into the office.

Since that is the case, this junior will take his leave. At this moment, Zhantian's mind was entirely consumed with worry for the Song siblings. The life or death of others might matter less, but these were his own sworn brothers and the person he cared about most.

Inside Pierce's office, Zhantian looked at the five people before him. Ever since they had exchanged names, no one spoke; each kept their gaze fixed on the person they would soon fight to the death.

Jiang Ruan fell silent. A pitiable person? When one doesn't even know who one is, how can one not be pitiful? Only, he wondered whether Shen Tu Haolong included himself among these pitiable individuals he spoke of.

Falling Fish clenched her fists and watched the direction in which Xiao Yinchen had departed. She had completely understood that this was revenge—purely Xiao Yinchen's way of protecting me. To achieve this, he had unhesitatingly treated all the vanguard troops of the Demonic Feather King as mere sacrifices.

The two brushed past each other, followed by a dead silence. Only the "boy's" pair of iron claws were seen slowly sliding downward, neatly severed. On his right temple, a thin blade-cut slowly oozing blood began to flow faster and faster, turning into a torrential spurt before he slowly collapsed.

There is a well-known saying: You can know a person's face, but not their heart. Reality is greedy and cruel; people often like to wear various masks in the hope of concealing their identities or intentions from outsiders—some well-intentioned, but others harboring malice.

Following that came a cracking sound and an explosion of bloody mist. The very arm with which Fang Junmei held his sword was blasted into a direct explosion by the opponent's terrifying force under this single strike, shattering into shreds of flesh and bone.

"You beast, Jiang Chen is dead, so living has no meaning for me anymore. Just kill me!" Xiao Yuqing said angrily.

"Wishful thinking!" I shouted, my expression changing drastically as the power of the divine realm poured into my palm and struck directly toward Xiao Qingshan's chest.

There are countless powerful clans, and the Nine-Sun Dharma Spirit could not possibly nurture every single one of them. That would require immense energy and would easily induce laziness in the powerful clans, making them overly dependent on the Nine-Sun Dharma Spirit.

Amidst a few piercing neighs of horses, the group finally came to a halt. Those riding horses dismounted, and those in carriages stepped out, all stretching their limbs.

Wasn't that man wealthy and arrogant? Well, then she had no reason to spare his money. Since it was all for the company anyway, Ouyuan Lan couldn't do anything to her.

Xiao Xuanming was indeed an ambitious man. I knew that his trip to the Western Regions this time was definitely not just for the treasures of the Western Regions; there had to be other motives.

Invincible took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned his head and said, "Tujia, you come too." Tujia nodded, and without a word, quietly followed behind Invincible, his facial expression revealing neither sorrow nor joy.

"Greetings, Niangniang of the Ultimate Sages!" Kunpeng first returned a bow to Tushan's clan. This title of Niangniang of the Ultimate Sages was conferred upon the Tushan maiden when she married Da Yu in ancient times. However, the House of Da Yu had been gone for several millennia, and even the dynasty of his descendants had changed hands through several generations; addressing her thus now carried a hint of frivolous disrespect.