Fifty-six

"Sigh, I'd better figure out a way to recruit a famous general first!" Bingyun muttered to herself, suddenly recalling the posts made by Qingyan and Yaoli on the forum. She couldn't help feeling curious: could major cities or commandery capitals really increase the recruitment probability?

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." Jiang Dong ran all the way, silently reciting the Buddhist chant under his breath, until he finally rushed into the security office and let out a long breath of relief.

Taking advantage of Su Yue's inattention, Qin Yu opened his optical computer. Using it to contact Yang Wanli was far more covert and convenient than using a mobile phone.

Seeing his grandfather's furious expression, Cheng Yan dared not say another word. He simply curled his lips and stuck out his tongue, only to be punished by his grandfather with another two hours of practice before finally being let off.

After returning to the city, Mu Jing directly synthesized the Ghostblade, purchased two long swords, and headed straight for the middle lane. By this time, the enemy's Yasuo had successfully pushed the minion wave into Mu Jing's tower.

Out in the city to the west, the Yellow Turban army still had numbers, but the combat effectiveness of their troops was hardly on the same level.

Huang Lang finally began to panic, as a massive amount of earth-element soul power within his body was frantically leaking out. He struggled desperately to break free, but having been heavily wounded by sonic martial arts, he was temporarily unable to mobilize enough soul power to shake Jiang Dong off.

Wanyan Zonghan helped Wanyan Zongwang to his feet. Burning with rage, he roared, "How dare you injure the Grand Marshal!" The surrounding Jin soldiers also drew their scimitars with a series of clangs, tightly surrounding Xiao Zan and Xiao Di.

Paris Saint-Germain organized an attack down the left flank. Taking the ball, Shi Hao easily bypassed Carvajal as he lunged forward, then fed it into the penalty area. Verratti, rushing in to support, was denied any shooting space by the experienced Khedira and was forced to play it back to the flanks.

With such a dedicated and diligent disciple, if he were introduced to the Wudang Sect, I'm afraid no one else would stand a chance at becoming the next sect leader.

"Big Brother, do you need me to accompany you?" Heidian asked anxiously, unaware of Ouchuyang's intentions and fearing he might run into danger.

"Master, don't you worry, Heidian understands." Knowing that Ouchuyang feared his own strength was insufficient and worried about dragging him down while he began his seclusion training, Heidian immediately patted his chest in assurance.

"Congratulations, Master, on acquiring such a rare treasure. Wearing it, won't you be able to move unhindered even among the righteous sects?" the kneeling man said with a flattering smile.

If anyone came around here now and claimed that staying home and farming wouldn't make any money, the villagers could spit a mouthful right in their face. Their brigade, and indeed the entire township, had grown rich precisely through farming and aquaculture. Many people hadn't even stepped foot outside the township, yet weren't they still wealthy?

The crucial point was that at the final selection ceremony, Inter Milan veterans like Figo and Paganing graced the scene in person. The veteran Materazzi, despite nursing a minor injury, also attended instead of preparing for the opening round of the league.

"Enough," Carlton said despondently. "Wait here, I'll go check the kitchen and see if there's any chicken cutlet rice for you." With that, he transformed into black smoke and slipped out through the ventilation duct.

Victorious, Athena looked at her own arm in pleasant surprise. Shiranui Mai, whose strength was on par with hers, had actually been defeated by her in just a few moves... Had Mr. Su's training over just a few short days really allowed her strength to progress by leaps and bounds?

Shao took a direct hit from the Profound Ice Palm. As that chilling internal energy surged into his body, his complexion instantly turned ashen. He crashed backward into the heavy chair behind him, and a muffled groan betrayed that he had already been injured.

A blood-red flash of light streaked past, and the tail section of the already riddled White Devil fighter was cleaved clean off by a Starcracker's sword. The immense momentum sent the White Devil spinning through the air in a dozen consecutive flips.

Yet at that very instant, two dazzling beams of light—one black, one white—suddenly burst forth from both sides of Cui Feng's body.

"Haha, it's good news! Just a moment ago, shortly after you left, we received an invitation from Yecheng!" the burly man laughed happily.

The entire Haimu City trembled as countless gazes turned toward the direction of the Wild Saint family. With such terrifying might, which peak Grade-A expert had made a move?

By evening, thanks to Qing Niang's wondrous healing hands, Peng Mo's condition had completely stabilized. The general's mansion's carriage arrived at the Prince Chen's residence, and a soft sedan chair carried her into the carriage.

Meanwhile, up in the teaching building, Wind Snake spat a mouthful of blood, her complexion turning deathly pale and devoid of all color. It turned out that Wind Snake and the Spirit Wind Black Mamba were originally one entity; when the Spirit Wind Black Mamba suffered injury, Wind Snake herself would sustain the exact same trauma.

Gu Anning paced back and forth outside the door, listening to the muffled sounds of Shi Daoran's angry roars echoing from inside his office. She felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. With Shi Yi kidnapped, Shi Daoran must be burning with anxiety. Gu Anning ached for him deeply, wondering what she could possibly do to help.

"I'm planning to open a garment factory to manufacture the dresses and cheongsams you designed," Wang Ting said alluringly.

On the ninth day of the ninth month of that year, the heavens were filled with auspicious clouds, and celestial flowers drifted through the air, accompanied by unearthly music and a mysterious fragrance. Emperor Zhenwu felt his mind grow clear and his entire body translucent, his form drifting like flowing clouds, as if about to ascend. He knew this meant he was about to become an immortal and ascend to heaven.

Although Refugee Feng was a half-emperor, the Wolf King happened to be just a notch higher, having successfully reached the Demon Emperor realm. Consequently, this fellow was pinned firmly to the ground.

The young woman wore a dark cyan outfit. Her appearance was somewhat more pleasing than her true form, but the aura surrounding her was bitterly cold, resembling a sharp, unsheathed sword.

The ringing telephone woke the two who had fallen asleep in each other's arms. Opening their eyes, they saw that the sky outside the window had already grown dark.

Di Beichen was not surprised by this outcome; the Tiangang Sect possessed vast wealth and resources, and many medicinal herbs that were hard to find elsewhere could be found right within the sect.

After delivering the Awa troops to their landing site, the Awaji navy did not immediately return to Huro Castle to enforce the blockade, but instead established two naval stockades at the mouth of the Monobe River. At that moment, Atagi Fuyuyasu stood at the bow of the flagship, watching the sailors rush to complete the work as ordered.

"I think so too. If this place is developed into a tourist area, it could also increase the income of the villagers living down the mountain," Jiajia said.

When Gong Mengmeng uttered those words, her gaze was fixed intently upon him, deeply hoping to catch even the slightest hint of softening on his elegant face.

Su Yinli's trust level had reached 70, something Qin Wan had not anticipated. Perhaps Mengtang's suggestion for Su Yinli to succeed her was indeed the best arrangement possible.

"Did you bring all of these things?" Qin Wan asked, gesturing toward the food containers, bouquets, and other items laid out before Shen Taoti's stele.

He was seated right in the middle, surrounded by a group of beauties from the Fox clan, looking immensely decadent, yet a bitter expression was plastered across Qizhenzi's face. When Changli fished him out and took him to meet Yi Juan and the others, a trace of relief had even managed to creep onto his features.

The situation had unfolded too abruptly; both Fatty Fan and Slim Mao at the door were utterly dumbfounded and instinctively slipped out of the room.