Volume One, Chapter 58: From the Brigade

This is Chen Sanshui from the post office; his family lives in town and runs a clothing store. Getting a position at the post office requires connections, and with Chen Sanshui’s good looks, he is a sought-after catch in several villages.

No one had ever seen him personally deliver a letter before; it was unexpected that he would come all the way to deliver one to Su Ningxia.

Zhang Mingtuo unconsciously flicked his fingers, then scratched the side of his nose, but said nothing.

Fu Yiqing’s gaze remained calm and deep; whatever he was thinking, he showed no reaction even when he heard Qin Liubei’s words.

After Old Huo finished giving his instructions, he quickly left the place. Lin Fan and his companions, however, were growing anxious. They called out to Lin Feng in the training chamber several times, but received no answer.

The ministers were about to kneel together before the Hall of Supreme Harmony, intending to appeal earnestly and reasonably in hopes of persuading Wanyan Zhen to return to court. Yet before they could kneel, on the fourth day, Wanyan Zhen attended court as usual. Though his face was haggard, he handled state affairs with meticulous diligence and decisive authority, maintaining strict discipline.

As soon as he spoke, the black-clad bodyguards behind him responded almost instantly, surrounding Lin Mo in a tight circle.

A vast spiritual energy burst forth, spreading across dozens of kilometers. The powerful aura pressed down on everyone in the Shen family, forcing them to bear immense pressure.

His face was still as noble as ever, without the slightest superfluous expression, but the invisible sense of oppression was so intense that she found it hard to endure.

Yet Xia Tian never believed those troubles started because of him. He didn’t even see them as trouble—just a few idiots looking for a beating.

At the same time, this was the place they were supposed to guard, and now such an incident had occurred. Though they were powerless to resist, it was still a dereliction of duty. The prospect of punishment for their failure filled them with terror.

The family of three walked side by side on the right, none of them speaking. Their footsteps were quiet, and the sound of the suitcase wheels was magnified in the silence.

“So, what’s so special about it?” Zhao Kang stood up as well, stepping behind Shi Xie and asking curiously.

As the aura of death closed in, the blue light finally could not hold out any longer. No matter how potent its healing abilities, it could not withstand the onslaught of two powerful skills. At last, it summoned the Star Spirit of Light.

“Huh?” At that moment, Nikola suddenly noticed the enemy’s frenzied assault had diminished; the billions upon billions of enemies that had surged forward were instantly reduced by ninety percent.

He knew Kimimaro was a ninja of extraordinary willpower. As long as Kimimaro had a reason to persevere, no matter how dire the situation, he would hold on. This much was clear from the anime, where Kimimaro, gravely ill, fought Gaara to the death and nearly managed to finish him off.

Zhan Yan smiled, and Han Yan said no more. With a nimble step, he boarded the carriage, lifted the curtain, and saw inside an elderly man lying pale and motionless. Though his eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembled faintly, and the deep furrow in his brow spoke of the pain he was enduring.

After a brief but brutal interrogation, the team captain who survived was reduced to a mindless state.

Half the time was spent on study and attending classes, the other half on research and development. It was almost as if a professor was leading graduate students, rather than overseeing a purely commercial project.

This was enough to prove that their ancestral artifact, the “Demon Phoenix Claw,” still held infinite mystical powers for them to comprehend.

Then there was a page of information—a photograph of a young Black man with a few brief lines. All that could be found was that he seemed to have been transferred from the Cygnus constellation to this star cluster; his specific duties were unclear, but he might be working for the Alliance Intelligence Bureau. There was evidence of his travel by spaceship and his immigration visa for Orange Star Customs.

This was but one of the myriad divine abilities mastered by Bai Yu. In his previous life, he had fought countless battles without defeat; each battle left an indelible image stored deep within his mind.