Book One, Chapter 33: Trying to Steal a Chicken, Only to Lose the Rice

Qin Xueya laughed wildly, as if victory were already within his grasp. Without a moment's hesitation, he unleashed a full-scale assault. Although Green Fairy was gifted, she lacked the strength to compete, and as Qin Xueya pressed his relentless attack, she could only parry repeatedly, with no chance of winning.

"Feng Yi treats you...?" Hearing so many complaints from Feng Ling, Shangguan Zhixing wondered if there were problems between the couple.

That arrogant expression seemed to say: If you want water, be obedient and beg me for it.

That evening, during the celebrations, Long Tianxiang and Long Tianfeng recounted the events. Everyone was overjoyed, for the Long family was about to produce another military genius.

Her master had taught her a technique of disguise that could alter her own bone structure and appearance, which was truly miraculous.

Looking at the spot Zhang Ji was pointing to, it was clear that this was a cliff. "Company Commander, are the enemies planning to exit the mountains via the cliff?" the second platoon leader asked.

Ziyun’s mount was an elegant five-colored deer. It was snow-white all over, but the pair of beautiful antlers on its head were like crystal coral, displaying magnificent colors, which was how it got its name.

This scene made Bai Chen and his group beam with joy. However, mindful of the eyes upon them, they did not laugh too loudly, though any discerning person could see that the dozen or so fellows were struggling to suppress their urge to roar with laughter.

Before I could think, Dongjiang Taro had already struck with his palm, using a long-range force. His strike did not appear particularly fierce, yet I felt as if the heavens themselves were pressing down on me, leaving me no room to resist or escape. I hurriedly countered with the force of the Plum Blossom Fist, but was sent sliding over two meters across the icy surface before I could stop.

Faced with the ambitious Zheng Qingying, Luke felt an indescribable sense of bitterness. Every nation now possessed advanced weaponry; would this war not be won by sacrificing human lives once again? Peace was always fleeting; where there is humanity, there is war. Is it not just that you want to profit from the conflict?

He had not expected that not only would his hopes for progress be dashed, but the other party would also want to keep their distance; this was the complete opposite of what he had envisioned.

He slammed the table with a loud thud and immediately issued an imperial decree appointing the Fifth Prince, Wanyan Jing, as Marshal to command the three armies.

The viewers in the livestream were filled with excitement upon hearing this. They had been so focused on the innkeeper's injuries that they had forgotten the miraculous doctor Ye Tian was present. Perhaps Ye Tian could treat the illnesses that others could not.

The moment he fired the shot, Zhou Lu did not stop; he turned his weapon and fired five or six shots each at Ye Tian and Li Fang.

Zhang Qiling, who had been about to draw his blade, paused. It was getting late, and they could not afford to delay any longer. He looked at the black headgear on Zhang You's face, subconsciously ignoring the three-colored headgear in Zhang You's hands.

The sight of this mutated appearance made Zhang Qiling’s vision blur. Although it was not his first time seeing it, it was still an eyesore every single time.

Unlike the lush, verdant south, everything here was gray and hazy, giving him a feeling of profound desolation. However, with urban development gradually gaining momentum, the city was beginning to show glimpses of its future appearance.

These ten shops had actually seen their profits soar within a month, more than tenfold what they were before.

The person she had been wary of just a moment ago was now showing her such a side of tenderness. In that instant, Cang Jiuyao could not help but wonder if she had been too tense.

"Do you want to eat this for two more days, or would you like something else...?" Liu Daofei smiled speechlessly. It was strange that two people who seemed so reliable could end up in such a situation.

Mei'er had once passed down the seeds of "Pride of the Moon and Nine Heavens" to the outstanding descendants of the God Race's Wingless Divine Lineage whom she favored, but after undergoing the trials of inheritance, no one had succeeded, and none had survived.

A soldier, not paying attention, slipped and fell. It was only thanks to Feng Qinglong, who grabbed him at the last moment, that he didn't tumble into the water.

Fate, however, is sometimes so fickle; it always plays a huge, incredibly mischievous joke on people when they least expect it.

In Cang Jiuyao’s eyes, the people of the Northern Frontier were ambitious, untamable barbarians who constantly dreamed of conquering the Yue Kingdom to plunder its wealth and prosperity.

A chorus of shouts and scolding instantly resounded at the entrance of the factory. The dozen or so gangsters who had just arrived were driven back like a flock of ducks.

"But I still have so many things left to explain!" Looking at the darkening sky, Cang Jiuyao felt anxious.

Had it not been for Cang Jiuyao’s keen hearing, she would have struggled to hear it. But the voice sounded slightly breathless, suggesting the person was in poor health.

Entering the Fengzhuang Steel Plant, one had to admit that Old Qian was an incredibly utilitarian man. The entire factory was plain and unadorned, but Old Qian’s reception room was decorated with extreme luxury—Persian carpets, rosewood furniture, and calligraphy and paintings from famous Bianliang masters. It was so gaudy that it seemed as if he were afraid others wouldn't know how wealthy he was.

"Since the opponents don't want people to know they are killing on the river, why not use a whistle to attract attention and force them to show themselves?" Fatty Gao understood immediately and followed up with five long whistles, which were even more piercing and echoed across both banks of the Qinhuai River.

Xie Ban-gui's smile was like adding fuel to the fire. The already furious Suanni’s murderous intent soared. He withdrew the hands he had intended to strike Xie Ban-gui's shoulders with, slapped his left palm against the back of his right hand, and gathered his strength to strike directly at Xie Ban-gui's face.