Chapter 125: Relying on Each Other for Survival

Si Yao was amused by Xing Jue’s words and his long-absent smile. Rolling her eyes at him, she offered no rebuttal. The two sat on a straw mat, leaning against the wall, and spent their first night at the bottom of the mine keeping each other warm. Si Yao felt things were manageable; if Xing Ke could arrive sooner, that would be for the best, but if not, their current rations, while meager, could sustain them until the first day of the lunar month if they were careful.

...

Lin Jinyan swallowed hard, then resolutely picked up the undergarments and thermal wear, sliding his hand under the quilt. Outside, Xiao Yiming, having heard the exchange between Mu Yundong and the others, entered without hesitation.

"Eleven," Shi Li asked, "are you serious? The chances of conception aren't high, and just staying at home would be a bit boring, wouldn't it?"

"My lady must get used to it; we have a long life ahead of us," he said, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Mu Yundong frowned at their pettiness. With a flick of his finger, another invisible burst of black life energy surged toward Daoist Feng.

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However, the Ink Giant, having evaded the demon cultivator’s strike, certainly possessed the strength to claim a spot on the arena stage. Furthermore, as that violet-patterned white shadow appeared atop the massive cauldron, the dark red vessel suddenly transformed into a colossal, dark red flaming bird that blotted out the sky.

Though his behavior was slightly affected, the underlying meaning Lin Zhihui intended to convey was clear enough that even if Lin Jinyan wanted to be angry, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

Having sensed a presence encroaching upon its territory earlier, the creature had made noise to drive the intruder away, but it had not expected such a blatant provocation.

"Many hands make light work"—the saying originated from the breakfast preparations in this villa. With everyone pitching in, a varied and elaborate breakfast was soon ready. Ye Zixuan smiled faintly; having already scanned the pool and confirmed it was safe, he stepped inside and sat cross-legged.

News of the incident involving Master Yuan, the expert from the Southwest invited by the Su family, had already spread through the feng shui community a few days ago; as a member of the association, Master Yang was undoubtedly aware of it.

Not to mention the rescued survivors, who were so terrified they began screaming before they could even process what had happened.

Zhao Kang recalled his rebirth and confirmed that there was no jade pendant on his person; he had even completely forgotten the existence of such an object.

Recalling how Dian Wei had sparred with Lü Bu in front of Yuan Benchu and the others, Han Yan felt he might be targeted by Yuan Shao, but with Zhang Miao and the others present, he could not speak plainly.

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In the video, while speaking, Lin Chengqi extended his right hand from beneath his black cloak and gently plucked the strings of a guqin.

Upon returning to the Eastern Castle, Ye Qiu was surprised to see a helicopter parked on the lawn. It looked familiar—wasn't this the same private helicopter Count Charlie had arrived in?

While Huang Pihu was too busy to communicate with Zhou Jiping and Elder Muba, the Northern Army ostentatiously assembled at the Kapa Pass once again. This gathering seemed to confirm the conclusion that the Northern Army was preparing to retreat.

The Xuanyuan cultivation technique within him surged wildly, pushing his strength to its absolute limit. His sword aura soared, and the Seven-Star Longquan Sword struck out with irresistible force.

On the other side, after passing through the gate, Chen Qingxin arrived directly at the border city. Taking flight, he began to head toward the border. Midway, he pulled out his headset, put it on, and connected to the local command center.

Outside, the discussion was heated. Some industry insiders mocked Zhang Buque for being blinded by his own fame. What was hip-hop? While internationally popular, what was its status domestically?

Yet, people knew that even if defeat were certain, the Mingshuang Swordsman would never shy away from battle, for he was a practitioner of the sword.

After racking his brain for a solution and finding none, he helplessly strapped the box to his back, much like carrying a guqin. *Forget it,* he thought, *this will have to do.*