Volume 1, Chapter 69: Shelter Defense

"It should be near Honshu," Boss Liu leaned back against the bed, puffing on an ordinary Hongtashan cigarette.

After leaving the pharmacy, Tang Feng found a deserted spot and slowly circulated his internal energy. The archaic, pitch-black Medicine King Cauldron appeared before him with a swift swoosh.

Lin Jinghong glanced up at the fat man, his mind exceptionally sharp. It was clear this was no ordinary person, but rather someone adept at maneuvering and networking.

First, state the facts, touching lightly upon the other's shameful behavior without going overboard, and then weave praise into the narrative in a half-true, half-false manner. It sounded entirely convincing.

Zhou Xiaomin gently glared at her. "You hypocritical girl!" Hearing this, Zhou Xinyihitched out her cute tongue and continued to look at her grandfather with eyes full of anticipation.

That night, within the urban areas occupied by the Ghost Clan, abnormal noises, shouts, and sounds of fighting erupted intermittently, creating a great uproar. The ghost hunters had entered, and the mission to exterminate the ghosts had begun.

Before his words had even faded, a gust of wind seemed to sweep past his face, and Liuxing had already sprinted past his shoulder. As for the ball he had been clutching in his arms, it had somehow been snatched away by Liuxing.

Long Daoling smiled while assuming a fighting stance. At that moment, a thug lunged forward with a knife aimed at his chest. Long Daoling forcefully raised his foot in a swift kick, striking the thug's wrist squarely. The knife clattered to the ground, and following up instantly, he delivered another kick to the thug's stomach, sending him doubling over to sit heavily on the ground.

"Although it is currently like a dragon stranded in shallow waters, through patient accumulation and preparation, once it bursts forth, it will surely soar into the heavens with boundless prospects..." Master Huoyin continued.

Wang Boqiang pressed down hard on the phone. He finally understood the gap between himself and the director—not in medical skill, but in medical ethics.

Before Su Yuqing could fully react, her hands paused slightly. Seizing the opportunity, her opponent twisted around, and Su Yuqing lost her balance, pinned directly onto the sofa.

"Alright, I'll talk. All that money belongs to Pan Changhai; I was just working for him," Ren Xianwu suddenly lowered his head, staring at the cigarette butt on the ground.

He also knew that sooner or later, Xiu's and Jin Hanyuan's memories would fully recover, and his own speculation would leave Jin Hanyuan with no choice but to admit it.

His master told him that time in the Blue Water Star was static, which is why both cultivators and those healing from injuries would come there.

The assassin leader was gripped by sheer terror. A man who was normally afraid of death now found himself unafraid; all he wished for now was simply to die.

With Jin Hanyuan's words, Xiu felt a whirlwind of complex emotions. The love Jin Hanyuan currently held for him would completely vanish just a day later.

Faced with someone who treated their own life with such utter disregard, the traffic police officer felt a surge of intense anger.

Back then, that abyss had nearly cost the Third Great-uncle—a practitioner in the Demi-God Realm—his life. The abyssal monsters within, even if not truly at the divine tier, possessed comparable combat power.

She had only consumed a few glasses of red wine before getting drunk. Su Yuqing's alcohol tolerance was poor, but not to such a pathetic extent.

He did not know what method Yu'er intended to use to save people, but he would never allow Jin Hanyuan to acquire this ability that required enduring such torment just to devour power.

On this day, he found a place deep within Qingling Mountain that he rather fancied. With its clear green pools, blooming flowers, and the melodic chirping of birds, it was truly a wonderful spot, so he decided to practice there for a few more days before returning.

Fortunately, Su Jun had previously discovered a fascinating pastime: fooling the students of this class. To his surprise, things that were commonplace in his own world held an immense and irresistible attraction for the people of this world.

Seeing her sweet and charming smile, Shi Xiaofeng felt a stir in his heart, and the words nearly slipped out to ask whose back was captured in her WeChat Moments photo. He forcibly swallowed the words back just as they reached his lips, terrified of hearing an answer that would leave him disappointed.

"Yes!" Guo Qiyun immediately straightened his posture. Ming Fan turned and sat down in a chair, while Yu Manli finally let out a sigh of relief. She found it hard to believe that Ming Fan, who had previously been shy when meeting her gaze, now sat with an unblushing face and calm heart, exuding the stern aura of an overbearing commander—while she herself had actually stepped back in retreat.

"Some things are better left unasked once I know them. All is fair in war, after all," Ming Fan said somewhat absentmindedly while taking pictures with a miniature camera.

He complained that such an escape hardly counted as one. Just as he finished lamenting, a fluctuation stirred before him, and the spatial fabric rippled.

"Ningning, you aren't using a whole-body facial mask, are you?" Holding Jiang Ningning's hand, Ye Zhen noticed her skin felt even softer than before. He reached out to stroke her cheek, making Jiang Ningning blush deeply with embarrassment.

With a loud crash, the beer bottle shattered. However, it did not hit him; instead, it smashed directly onto Zhang Hu's head. At the critical moment, Zhang Hu had stepped in and blocked the beer bottle for him, causing blood to gush from his head.

Much like two rival armies striving to occupy the moral high ground before clashing, having a righteous cause allowed one to harness the momentum and fortune of heaven and earth, ensuring that even the weaker side would often emerge victorious in the end.

Hearing this, a trace of bashful redness flashed across Guan Qingsi's face, and she shot Li Zhiyuan a fierce, reproachful glare. Swaying her slender waist, she turned and walked away.

"Greetings, Brother Xiang!" Upon realizing these men were subordinates of Zhao Feng, the two instantly put on solemn expressions, refusing to look down on Xiang Pu just because their own cultivation levels surpassed his.

After clarifying the situation, Yun Youlan gave a brief report to Murong Wansha, then returned to the police station with the corpse. She arranged for personnel to handle the scene carefully, striving to prevent widespread panic and minimize any negative impact on the Tiannie Group.

Mu Rong recognized him. Though she appreciated his kindness, Wang Ning had just regained consciousness, and she had no desire for anyone to disturb him.

Combining the various anomalies he had observed earlier, Jiang Hai suspected that the man was fully aware of everything happening here, yet he showed no intention of speaking, choosing instead to watch Tracy. Though Tracy's hand was not touching anything, a peculiar stream of energy could be seen flowing, undulating like tentacles in front of the statue.

"Do not act presumptuously again! If you do, I'll make you taste the flavor of a sausage!" Li Zhiyuan pointed at Yun Meng and threatened.

Though he had agreed on the surface, he remained deeply reluctant in his heart. Teacher Liang was unaware of his true strength, but he knew his own capabilities very well. This journey was not merely about accumulating academic credits; he intended to soar freely through outer space and map out the power dynamics of the world beyond the heavens.

Watching the scene unfold like a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix, Ling Lingtian inwardly marveled at how wondrous this martial art truly was. Though its practitioners were few, it was infinitely more useful than the arts practiced by others.