Chapter 84: No Kindness, Yet Much Toil

Zhou Lichun was also somewhat taken aback. He picked up his phone and tagged Sun Xiazhi, and sure enough, Sun Xiazhi's phone chimed with a notification. Seeing that she could no longer keep up the pretense, Sun Xiazhi revealed a vexed expression.

“Don’t you people know how to see through something without exposing it? This isn’t fun at all!”

She turned to leave, but Cao Mang extended his wicked hand.

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This was now her codename in the underworld, no less formidable than the Sky Ghost before her identity was revealed. In a short span, she had taken on more than a dozen high-difficulty assassination contracts from the dark list, accomplishing every one without failure.

It seemed as if the sound of horse hooves was approaching from afar. Everyone looked up, delight blossoming on their faces.

How could the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe not see that the situation was lost? Some fled, others surrendered. In the blink of an eye, the great Jiuli tribe vanished into legend, leaving not a trace.

Turtle Treasure, seeing her so frank, could not discern her intent, and grew more guarded, turning over in his mind the differences between the Spirit-Gathering Ginseng and the lake’s spirit herb.

At this moment, the storm atop the sea was growing ever more violent, tossing up waves dozens of meters high, the spectacle truly terrifying.

Kong Xuan was a holy one of the human race. The Twelve Zodiac Guardians were the twelve protectors of humanity, worshipped for generations. How could Cangjie not recognize them? That both the holy one and the guardians now heeded the emperor moved him deeply.

When he and the others finally rushed out, Cao Liang at last removed his armor. Looking down, he saw a two-inch gash on his chest, blood welling out. Any slight movement sent a piercing pain through him, and he found himself unable to summon the slightest strength.

Back in the primordial age, the first mountain range, Buzhou Mountain, though now only half remained, was still awe-inspiring—towering hundreds of thousands of feet, piercing the heavens above.

Chang Xi had no idea what the two represented. The Immeasurable Daoist and Kunwuzi, however, realized they had likely encountered a true master of the mystical arts, and exchanged wry smiles.

For a moment, ten golden swords attacked them from all directions. Yet, as Tian Xuanzi’s energy waned, the might of the swordplay was no longer what it had been when fighting the Southern Li army.

Biyu gritted her teeth: She had always heard that His Highness the Crown Prince was prudent and mature, so why had he become so brazen here in this temple, abandoning all restraint?

Su Ziyi chewed her cake as if it were wax, tasteless and dry. Her heart was bleeding; all she had to do was lower her gaze to see the vivid red, unbearable to behold.

Ji Yanzhi was drinking tea. Out of habit, he flicked his hand, striking the pigeon squarely. It plummeted, and seeing something tied to its leg, he rushed forward with a single stride and seized it.

“No, no. Buckwheat isn’t a grass, nor is it a flower—it’s something you eat, used for cooking.” Zhang Longfei shook his head with utmost seriousness.

Wei Chunhua was unusually excited tonight. While making dinner, she prepared several extra dishes, planning to let Zhang Longfei have some wine and a good rest.

Throughout her conversation with Xie Pingting, Mu Jiu always imitated Xie Pingting’s voice, which inevitably piqued Xie Pingting’s curiosity about Mu Jiu.

Although Chen Haonan played with an understated style, his outstanding offense and defense against England were obvious even to casual fans.

Huang Qiyun, vexed by Lin Yu’s evasive answers, grew even more irritated. Hearing such “secrets,” his face darkened further. He glanced at Qingluan beside him and, as expected, saw that her expression was equally grim.

Jokic is even more well-rounded than his predecessor, but not because his talent is superior—instead, the progress of the times demands he master these skills. In truth, he began his career standing on the shoulders of those who came before.

Li Mei watched Li Huixin’s departing figure, her feelings mixed, sighing repeatedly. It’s good to be young and full of spirit, but to be too extreme is too much.