Chapter 144: The Missing Soldier

The next day, Murong Yan held a military council.

Lu Youxiong stepped forward and reported, "Reporting to the Marshal! Over the past few days, soldiers from the infantry battalion have been going missing continuously!"

Murong Yan knitted her slender brows together and turned to ask Ye Feng, "Has this ever happened before?"

Ye Feng shook his head and questioned Lu Youxiong, "Why wasn't this reported sooner?!"

Lu Youxiong cupped his fists and replied, "This is my dereliction of duty. When one or two soldiers went missing at first, I assumed they were homesick and had deserted. Later on, as the disappearances increased, I investigated carefully and found that these soldiers were mostly brave and capable veterans with no inclination to desert. Suspecting foul play, I finally report this to you. I am guilty of a crime, and I ask the two marshals to punish me!"

Murong Yan immediately asked...

Some faces were deeply etched in his memory, even unforgettable to the bone, while others were somewhat unfamiliar, yet he could confirm that every single one of these people had died by his hands.

An elder of the Nine Heavens Dynasty smiled and personally led Long Qingchen and Tantai Nianchen inside.

Six days ago, the Dragon Clan fleet had already crossed more than fifty thousand star systems, leaving only half the distance remaining to the star system where the Eight Desolates Sect was located.

Yang Ling was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes. When had she ever suffered such grievance back at the Snow Moon Sect? With a flash, she drew the soft sword from her storage ring and pointed it at the person in front.

After saying a few more words, Sun Feng waved his hand, signaling Zhang Yuanhao to withdraw. Understanding the hint, the latter immediately took his leave.

No one was willing to offend an alchemist, nor was anyone willing to trade precious treasures for an unusable imperial artifact. This item was naturally delivered into Qi Xuanle's hands. Looking at it glowing entirely with azure light, as if millions of years of time had failed to erase its Buddhist chants and Sanskrit sounds, it still appeared noble.

The elite-level fire beast lowered its head, opened its blood-red maw, baring teeth like steel blades, and roared at the five members of Long Qingchen. Yet, it did not dare to charge forward. Its ferocious snarling was likely just meant to scare away the enemies before it.

Long Qingchen truly did not want to use the Hand of the Firmament because once used, his eternal weapon would be exposed. Moreover, he had no grievances or enmity with the Sword Immortal Sect, and genuinely wished to avoid a massive slaughter. Most importantly, the Hand of the Firmament would drain him dry, leaving him severely injured.

By her own understanding, perhaps she had stayed within the sect for too long; no matter how wonderful Mount Kunlun was, after a long time, one would inevitably grow weary of it.

Earnestly begging for flowers and votes, could you give me some motivation for typing? Seeing the votes completely stagnant gives me no drive. I beg for flowers, bowing a hundred times.

Faced with this, this Supreme Elder felt a severe headache coming on. For he could clearly and unmistakably sense that upon the frontline ahead, the Asura army was perishing continuously. Every minute of delay, he feared, meant the loss of countless Asuras.

Jiang Chengzhi looked at Jiang Fan in astonishment. He had always believed his son to be an idiot, but his current demeanor was extremely calm, looking nothing like an idiot at all. Could it be that the lightning strike had cured Jiang Fan's illness?

"Humph, consider yourself sensible." The formidable beauty pampered him for once, gently leaning against Jiang Feng's crook of the arm, shaking his large hand, lifting her pretty face, furrowing her slender brows slightly, and said softly, "It's nice to look at, but returning a gift is terribly troublesome, and I have no idea how to handle it."

Zheng Jinbiao was awkwardly at a loss for what to say, and let Ye Xinting enter the resting bedroom attached to his office.

Seeing Jiang Fan take his seat, Lü Beibi wore a gloomy expression and was very displeased, though he could say nothing. Upon hearing the evaluation of the estate, he was even more struck speechless with frustration.

Mu Renqing's words had thoroughly shattered the last shred of wishful thinking among the higher-ups. They could even imagine the US President currently lying in a hospital bed, enduring the pain of his wounds, roaring madly and demanding to teach the Republic a lesson.

Jiang Feng smiled and shook his head, lowering his voice to say, "I haven't been forced to kneel as a punishment in many years, feels a little unaccustomed."

Had it not been for obtaining the grand diagram of the Illusory Wave Pool's jade tablets beforehand, even if Zhong Yuan could manipulate the Golden Ship of Guangcheng to shatter this heavenly dome chessboard, it would have consumed a vast amount of magical power. But now, he held it in utter disdain.

Liu Hui stroked the two trunks with completely contrasting properties, discovering that it was indeed as Alexander had described: the temperature of one trunk was extremely high, while the temperature of the other trunk was extremely low, yet they belonged to the exact same species. This opened Liu Hui's eyes, making him feel that the species across various planes were utterly miraculous.