Volume One, Chapter 46: No Substitutes in the Art Troupe

"Don't rush! Think carefully," Yang Danxin leaned against the wall, slowly crouched down, and began to ponder. "Innate True Qi is not afraid, powerful impact is not afraid. What about sharp blades?" Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she proposed this idea.

When Yu Le opened the door, Zhao Liying, who lived across the hall, also opened hers and winked playfully at him with a smile.

Fang Yu chuckled, breathing heavily—he wanted to act as a middleman and haggle over prices, but it was clear he couldn't win.

"Could it really have been taken by Chen Yi?" The political commissar found the thought laughable and chuckled, yet a chill ran down his spine.

Meanwhile, the sinister demon spirits surged forward in a chaotic rush, clawing blindly.

No matter how legendary, a person is still a person. In this world, there is no absolute invincibility, especially in the game League of Heroes, where patience and composure are key, and victory lies in seeing through the opponent's weaknesses.

Trailing far behind Yang Fangzhou, and knowing where he settled, Yang Danxin, whose expression had changed, decided to investigate the residence of the "Justice Alliance of Martial Arts" at night to see what Yang Fangzhou was up to.

After Han Zhuo became king, he dared not be careless. He was well aware that he had only conquered half of the Xia dynasty's territory; as long as Xia was not destroyed, his throne would be unstable. He knew he didn't have the strength to attack the Xia royal family yet, but he had to prepare defensively. He believed King Xiang of Xia would surely unite the nobles to attack him.

Although Li Min himself was not such a person, it did not affect his respect for those like them. It was precisely thanks to these revolutionary idealists, who asked for nothing in return and only sought to contribute, that China could stand tall and proud.

Fortunately, Ye Hu had long prepared to be recognized by Zhong Yueyi, so he wasn't worried. It was only because his alma mater invited him that he went, but at the time, he hadn't revealed his identity. The school cooperated by keeping it confidential.

Gu Ling'er was in excellent spirits; since she felt so good, her work was much more efficient. In just one hour, she had cultivated half the barren field.

"Is Lord Lin well? Hope you have been keeping well," Lu Meng covered his mouth, unsure whether it was because the stench had drifted so far or he was stifling a laugh.

Yun Ao was stunned; he hadn't expected that after years of meticulous planning, the reception from his elder brother would be so indifferent—no scolding, no joy or anger, no emotion, just a glance like to a stranger, followed by a curt order to get lost.

"Hello! Is this Xia Xinyan?" A voice both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar to Xia Xinyan came from the other end of the line.

Murong Yongmian didn't ask; as the manager of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, a collector of information, she deeply understood the rules of the trade.

"Since I secluded myself, I've never seen Ninth Young Master again. I still remember his extraordinary presence—it remains vivid in my mind, unforgettable," Mo Wentian sighed.

Da Wuhui thought for a moment and did not act rashly, instead waiting for Long Qiuxin and Long Qiuhe to wake up.

The office was not large, about seven or eight square meters. The decor wasn't great, but it was simple and fresh. As Lin Feng entered, he caught a faint whiff of paint.

Da Wuhui was surprised by her reaction; he didn't understand why asking for a name warranted such a response. Isn't it tragic to face an opponent without knowing their name?

However, the bleak, decayed interior contrasted sharply with the glittering, luxurious exterior.

The First Emperor raised his head and gazed into the distance, as if lost in memory. Zhuang Jian was tempted several times to attack, but after consideration, he prudently suppressed his bloodlust.

Wei Demian stretched lazily, straightened his clothes, leaned against the bed, wiped the blood from his lips with a handkerchief, and waited for the final moment to come.

Brother Yang was indeed a sly fox, but he never expected that Chen Hao, who seemed so simple, would also play mind games with him. He didn't believe Chen Hao could regain his strength so quickly, but despite all his calculations, he missed a crucial step.

He fled to the mouth of the valley in disarray, gasping for breath. He looked back and saw the giant wolf charging madly at the Wolf God, while a burst of fire exploded in the sky.

"Alright! I haven't used my true strength yet. Today, let's settle it once and for all!" Si Qiyu replied earnestly.

The commander of the 3rd Division, Gu Quanbiao, rode in the guard's car, quietly entering the camp of Xiao Xie's 1st Division. He had disguised himself, for he heard that Tianmen's boss, Xia Tian, was in this suburban area.

"Heh heh," a smile appeared on Qin Yu's face, and he withdrew his gaze. "At last, I can head to the third floor. After such a long delay, I wonder if I'll still get a taste of the soup..." He smiled bitterly.

Nian Xiang was still young; he hadn't been with the Black Banner for long and knew nothing of its ruthless side. Once you joined, regardless of the reason, you could never leave. If you tried, you would face punishment from the Banner of Justice.

So Ma Jichang arranged the county leaders' accommodations and instructed the dining staff to send them some late-night snacks around nine o'clock, then went straight to Liu Weihong's residence.

The monk hadn't expected Wang Yuetian to ask such a question. He opened his mouth, unable to answer. In the end, he looked toward Zhang Yiren nearby, with an expression clearly asking her to explain.

The steward hurried to a civilian house outside the castle, finding the family of Fu Dameng anxiously waiting inside. He wiped his nose and eyes and recounted what he had said to the other leaders.

He still kept the bronze official seal awarded by the Han court, though its inscription had been worn away—despite the Li dynasty having been vanished for many years.

Putting aside my thoughts, I was also curious as to who was seeking an audience at such a late hour. I quickly straightened my attire and followed the servant to the hall.

Gouchen, king of all demons, was exceedingly rare. On each planet of life, at most one Gouchen could exist; this was the principle that two tigers cannot share the same mountain.

Kongming Twelve Nights raised his hand, wounded by the Blood Sword, and brought it closer to Yang Zhentian's eyes.

"The people of Yunzhou city have no food—how could they have the strength to feed your army? Marquis Han, you'd better go to Qizhou for provisions, or perhaps Qingzhou would suffice. Besides, you are a native of Qingzhou," Murong Yanqiao said, his face gloomy, as Yan Kunlun stood fearless.

This scene was witnessed by Zheng Xiaoyan, who naturally stepped forward to help, explaining the problem to Deng Wan'er in place of Deng Youzhang. Deng Youzhang then hesitantly asked Zheng Xiaoyan, hoping his child could return to school.