Chapter 21

"Number Three! What are you doing? I told you to detonate Minefield Number Three!" the bald man roared furiously over the radio.

At present, the voltage was only 220V—standard for residential use—and completely insufficient to power such heavy-duty machinery.

Even as he swung his axe at the Daoist priestess, his predatory gaze never once left her.

"Otherwise, don't blame me for turning your estate upside down!" Hua Xuanji said, her brows furrowed and teeth gritted.

For Wang Nuo, the consequence of overreaching could mean losing his leadership of the Gratitude Charity Foundation, unless... he maintained his ongoing commitment to charitable causes.

At a time like this, he was still thinking about such things. It was truly... Before she could react, Ye Hua rose, reached out, and pulled her into his embrace.

Wang Nuo didn't mean to discriminate against Tian Ding, but with his father being a criminal investigator and his uncles and elders serving as police officers, he had a knack for reading people. The scar on Tian Ding's face and his unnatural movements revealed one thing: this guy had no business being here.

Their eyes also had whites and pupils, but the ratio was reversed; while normal people had more black than white, they had more white than black, giving them a sickly appearance.

As for whether Lang Hongxiang had long heard of Mo Dan’s alchemy, no one knew, and even if they knew this was his first time hearing the name, no one would think twice about it.

Have you ever seen any cultivator who, after surviving the self-detonation of a Supreme Demon Emperor, not only lived but saw their strength and cultivation base skyrocket?

The speaker was Wang Fugui, who specialized in timber processing and transport. Over the past few years, he had made a fortune buying low and selling high from the Zhao family; he was a treacherous and mercenary man.

The White Spirit Rabbit was currently huddled on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, its snowy body curled into a ball as if the valley contained some terrifying monster that even a spirit beast like itself feared.

If he had handled the house smoothly and renovated it in secret, Hu Yang probably wouldn't have even realized they were neighbors until the day he moved in.

Ye Tianyu was stunned when he heard this. The strength of this Wuxin was the greatest he had ever seen, yet the Third Brother dared to boast that he could defeat the enemy with one hand in three moves.

Ye Tianyu rose slowly, picking his way through the wailing mob, and walked toward the terrified Fire Brother.

***

Over the past ten days, Tang Chuan had used the memories of the agent Sean, combined with the muscle memory from his own years as a soldier, to begin restoring the physical fitness of his current body.

She wanted to snap back at Guan Chenji: "With your IQ, how did you ever become a university professor? The people who hired you must have been blinded by your money."

"Girl," came a voice from afar. It was Ling Jing. Li Wuxin turned abruptly and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the face she hadn't seen in so long.

Every performance on stage must be firmly controlled from behind the scenes; only then could one manipulate others into playing their parts while reaping the benefits for oneself.

This ugly old hag had mediocre martial arts, but her strength lay in her powerful mental energy, allowing her to weave seductive illusions that silently dismantled an opponent's fighting spirit, leaving them at her mercy.

Now that the third brother, Bai Zancai, had finally returned from the battlefield, he had saved his life, but having gained no military merit, he returned home to find himself not only empty-handed but transformed into the household’s primary manual laborer.

The sky grew darker and darker; the streets were pitch black. Forget about soldiers or guards—you couldn't even see the shadow of a rat.

One must know that Saint-tier spirit trees are rare in this world, capable of serving as the guardians of the destiny of ancient saintly or imperial families, sustaining a region or even the worship of billions of lives across an entire continent.

When the middle-aged soldier reached An Xin, he tremblingly extended his hands toward her, his intent clear. An Xin couldn't help but freeze at the sight.

In reality, only Qian Qian knew that all of this was merely a setup for the sake of Wanwan.

"Sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I don't know you," Shen Ruge said with great courtesy.

Beyond the mysterious cyan light, there surely existed even more miraculous and incredible power hidden deep within Lin Buxian’s body, lying dormant as latent potential, waiting to be unearthed and mastered.

Xia Yu immediately ducked her head, glancing around in embarrassment before crouching down and pressing a finger to her lips to shush Luoluo.

In her sleep, she felt she was resting soundly, yet she clearly heard the faint but familiar sound of footsteps.

Mu Cangting and Mu Cangque were like two enraged dragons, roaring furiously at one another. Their collision was truly enough to shake the heavens and move the gods to tears.

***

He stared straight at Mo Quan behind him. Hearing this, his heart trembled slightly, and he looked up at Gu Xi in alarm.

Having learned from yesterday’s lesson, he feared she might suddenly strike again and bind him. Her technique was simply too effortless and masterful—it was impossible to guard against.

The honest-looking middle-aged man steadied himself and recounted everything that had happened at the entrance of the main hall in full detail.

"Yes, yes, it is my fault. I wanted to discipline A-Zhi well, but this child... she has such a temper. I merely said two words to her, and she even struck my maid, Xiang Lu." As she spoke, Madam Liu dabbed the corners of her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief.

At that moment, two tuk-tuks roared down another fork in the road, pursuing Bei Long and his companions closely.

Wanyan Lingyue’s sword was drenched in blood. She thrust it violently into the ground, and the blood trickled down the blade, staining the earth and stones red.

Zhu Hongjun didn't continue to mock him; instead, he handed him a cigarette, and the two smoked in silence.

Who would want to drive to the desolate Snake Island in the middle of the night? But there is always a brave man for a high reward. When Li Xiaoyao raised the price to 50,000 yuan, two drivers agreed to team up to take him there.

Arranging a fight right under his nose was a bit too disrespectful to the Mayor. Lang Feng rose, knowing Li Xiaoyao’s temper, and spoke to Dongben Yingji.

"Indeed! We must ensure our supplies are fully stocked for this trip!" Zhang Fan nodded in agreement. He was very tempted by the Purple Jade Dragon Ginseng, knowing that their journey would be perilous and that they needed to be prepared with all manner of medicinal pills.

In a VIP room of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion's medicinal wing, Zhang Fan sat on a sofa with Su Ying, who was holding the Snow Luan, watching as Yang Li and her staff brought out top-tier and supreme-grade pills and placed them on the table before them.