Volume 1, Chapter 136: Identity

"Don't make a fool of yourself."

"And what are you lot standing around for? Get in there all at once!" Zhao Hu urged.

A group of men surrounded Qin Zhaochuan, weapons in hand, ready to strike. Qin Zhaochuan responded with a single side kick, subduing them one by one. By the end, even Zhao Hu was terrified; he picked up his phone, trembling, to make a call.

Jiang Wei sighed. He did not believe Jian Fang could escape the Canglan Kingdom with three powerful masters hot on his heels.

Liu Xie felt a sense of relief. Had she not pleaded for Ximen Qing earlier, Liu Xie’s impression of her would have been far worse.

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What does this mean? Jiang Yimiao was married? How is that possible? Would she hide such a major thing from him?

Suddenly, a shrill, piercing scream echoed through the air, making everyone’s scalp tingle.

The Wood Spirit Desolate God descended to the lower realm in violation of the laws of heaven; perhaps that was the reason for his grievous injuries and confused memories.

Li Liang began to retreat. He hadn’t felt right about that free kick the moment his foot touched the ball, and sure enough, the ball’s final descent deviated from his expectations.

Since Empress Dowager He could not come, and Lady Tang was the Emperor's sister-in-law, she counted as a semi-elder, and some matters could be handled by her proxy.

"Alright, thank you very much, sir. May I treat you to a meal?" Rose knew she couldn't just take things for free, so she naturally wanted to invite him to dinner.

Before the bodyguard could finish his sentence or even make a move, a loud *bang* rang out as Qin Tian punched him square in the face. Seeing stars and feeling lightheaded, he collapsed to the ground.

Because a raccoon had just appeared, Cheng He was still worried, so he didn't sleep, sitting up to stand guard.

The place he called home was less than ten square meters in total, containing two narrow single beds and a table, making it feel extremely cramped.

***

Gazing at the Imperial Capital wrapped in a sea of green trees, Jiang Mu thought to himself that because of his recent actions, the capital would likely become the focus of public opinion. However, after a brief moment of reflection, he set these thoughts aside.

Neither Xue Muhan nor Qiao Jia could provide an assessment of these difficulties; they could only strive for as much time as possible.

First, regarding the flagship store: after Zhang Fu'an obtained the watch, only one person had ordered a custom-made version with the exact specifications Zhang Fu'an had requested. This news was encouraging, but this had happened several months ago, and the store had not kept the surveillance footage from that time.

Next, he manifested the items he had brought back from the world of *Ode to Gallantry*. Communicating with the void through his divine sense, Jiang Mu began to check how much time he had spent in that world.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if it is or isn't. In any case, Cheng He would keep an eye on things along this mountain road, though he wouldn't provide special care.

The Life Science Research Institute where Chu Fan lived in his previous life happened to be twelve stories high, divided into five research zones. Its slogan, "Exploring the mysteries of life, enhancing human potential," often led people from all walks of life to jokingly call it "White Jade Capital."

With that, Cheng Xinxin grabbed two vegetable stalks, Cheng He grabbed the others, and with a slight tug, the entire plant was pulled out.

Although there were many people at the Purple Lightning Sacred Altar, most were of low cultivation, incomparable to geniuses from major alliances like Sivir or Ou Yu.

"Cough, cough..." Now it was Yuan Qingfeng’s turn to cough. He hadn't expected to hear news of his parents under such circumstances. He felt an inexplicable nervousness; he wanted to ask about them, but after a moment, he decided against it.

Ghost Shadow’s expression never changed; he remained cold, dressed in black, holding a long sword, with the words "keep your distance" clearly written on his icy face.

Most people rested on the weekends, but their rest days fell on the idle time of Mondays and Fridays.

What more could he say? In less than twenty days, he would be a prince consort. The whole world knew that the young general of the General of the State's mansion had been dismissed by the Emperor, all so he could marry Princess Pianpian as a commoner and become a legitimate son-in-law of the imperial family.

The flower garden was vast; if they had to finish tidying it by nightfall, both of them cursed inwardly, yet they dared not complain and could only nod in agreement.

Days of constant warfare had left Er Qing with no time for anything else. Today, suddenly idle, an exhausted Er Qing could have had a good sleep, yet he felt no drowsiness at all.

He reached into the pocket of his right sleeve and pulled out three particularly bright and dazzling silver ingots. There were also another five or six pounds of scattered silver on the others.

"Brother Jiang, you finally believe me. I have finally found a kindred spirit, a comrade." Liu Feng grabbed Jiang Tao's hand tightly, moved to the point of tears.

***

Walking through the brightly lit corridor into the courtyard, the scene amidst the flowers and trees had long since changed. She wanted to look a few more times, but hearing footsteps behind her, she dazedly came to her senses.

"What must be done to obtain the Thunder Emperor's Method?" the Great Elder asked in a deep voice. As descendants of the Thunder Emperor, his Jiuqiong clan wanted to reclaim the technique.

If he left her here, she would surely die once the demon wolf’s two clones arrived. Taking her with him was not an option either. What should he do?

Leorio opened his briefcase in a daze, staring silently at the coin resting in the center.

The gatekeeper walked to the Gate of Trials and took off his suit jacket. As his arm muscles bulged, an aura surged from his body.

"Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be out on patrol?" The Sword Sect lacked talent these days, and the new recruits were not yet capable of handling things on their own, so management was lax. Even Gu Jianfei, a sword fanatic, had to manage affairs.

Divine sounds echoed from the war chariot as that powerful figure flicked a finger, sending a green light flying out to collide with the Zhu Yan Heavenly Pillar.

Single-minded? But I can't even focus on a single word right now; how could I be single-minded?

These words dispelled my concerns. I spread the drawing paper on the ground and began to copy the figures on the murals bit by bit. Shunzi, who had some artistic talent, copied from the other end.

Outside, the disciples were astonished by the phenomenon surrounding the Sacred Spear. They had seen the Sacred Spear before, but never like this. The former Saint rarely took out the Sacred Spear, and even when he did, it was merely for show, never used in earnest.

"No need for formalities. I have come to inquire about information and post a mission." In truth, with his current status, he didn't need to come here, but he didn't know anyone and was afraid of being exposed if he ran into acquaintances, which was why he came.

At the leader's command, the black-clad men drew their pistols and opened fire on the car in a chaotic volley.

Feng Yue wanted to ask: Has the old master become a spirit? You even know they will send you an invitation tomorrow? What if the Great General is busy with other matters and wants to send it the day after?