Chapter 136: The Field Assignment

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At this thought, the military commander could not help but glare angrily at the few commanders beside him who had become mere figureheads.

[White Tiger Strike]—an exclusive skill of the White Tiger, one of the Ten Divine Beasts—attacks the enemy with its front claws, inflicting 260% physical damage upon the target.

At least their hostility was concealed, no longer brazenly displayed before Su Xue’er.

The commander finished speaking, and a Global Hawk drone was launched into the sky. However, shortly after takeoff, a roar echoed as the drone was completely destroyed, and the ground-based signals became distorted and unclear.

“It’s all your fault. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this!” Director Wang’s face gradually twisted into a grimace. Though he had never killed before and lacked that distinctive murderous aura, what drove him now was nothing but the confusion born from a shattered spirit.

This was the main hall, but to reach the place where the Six Realms’ Divine Mountain Sword was sealed, one had to pass through layers of barriers.

The seventh blaze of desolation had ended, and the crimson within the calamity clouds had faded considerably. A calamity cloud could emit up to eight blasts of desolation fire; the eighth would pour all the desolation power within the cloud at once.

The Void Beast nodded, blinking its large, expressive eyes quite humanly, then softly called to Qiong Lan a few times.

The canine-eyed soldier in front had fallen; the one behind stepped over his corpse, moving closer to the city wall, only to be cut down by sharp arrows.

“Sorry for being late and keeping His Highness the Crown Prince waiting,” Zhou Chi apologized politely, still beginning with a bow upon meeting.

Ling Yu, accompanied by Qin Jian and Shi Ling’er, arrived at the main hall. Shi Ling’er’s eyes sparkled in awe at the treasures of gold and silver that filled the room, dazzling to the point of blinding.

Su Jiang approached the altar steps and bowed, saying, “Your servant Su Jiang from the Turkic tribe pays respects to His Majesty Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty.” Li Shimin replied, “No need for formalities. Honored envoy, please be seated.” The eunuch moved the embroidered stool aside, and Su Jiang took his seat.

“I don’t want to drink; take it away,” he said. It had been days without any news of her, and his heart was heavy. Where was she? Who wanted to harm her? His mind was restless, unwilling to eat or drink.

“We will make it. Our champion has taken great strides forward; heaven blesses the good,” Hu Xixi sighed, resting her head on Chen Tianyun’s shoulder.

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“That’s because your father didn’t try hard enough,” said Cang Jinlang, then hurriedly leaned in to eavesdrop again.

Man Jia stared silently at the city lights outside the car window. With the half-lowered window letting the breeze stir her hair, she looked astonishingly beautiful.

Chen Zimo smiled warmly at Man Jia, reaching out his hand. Man Jia tilted her head, somewhat reluctant, but placed her hand in his palm.

“Minister Xiao? Why has he come?” Minister Xiao had long been at odds with him in court. That Xiao was too upright; he never liked him, and Xiao always looked down on him. Why would he take the initiative to visit his residence today?

Compared to their pointless flattery and sycophancy, Hetian felt his own work was more important.

To prove his point, the next day Lucifer took ‘Song Zicheng’ to the research institute to examine his brain. They found, as suspected, that he retained the original’s memories and that his instincts were influenced by the original personality.

Wu Yong roughly guessed Li Wei’s tactics but inwardly refused to surrender, so he remained silent without rebuttal.

However, Li Junhao targeted the wrong person, for it was Fang Lang himself who had killed one of the five prodigies.

Upon hearing this, Yi Mu smiled faintly. Though nearly unconscious at the time, she still felt aware, believing she was about to die, but unexpectedly someone came to save her.

Though Baron Ren was already fifty-seven, he remained robust and energetic, quietly supporting every operation of the Bai family.

Thus, this reunion, Li Wei did not want to show off or make a scene; he simply wished to gather with old friends, drink, and play some ball games.

He truly could not understand why these two yellow-skinned men received such high treatment before the British Navy officers. Meanwhile, speculation about Xiao Yi and his companion’s identities ran rampant.

The young man looked utterly disheveled. Even his once-fair neck was stained with coal dust and water marks—likely from supplies—blending with sweat streaming down his cheek, making him appear filthy.

“Next life, don’t be a slave again,” Yue Chengxiu said, waving his left hand to dissipate the sword he had formed. With his right hand, he drove the Blood Cry dagger into the opponent’s body. To onlookers, it seemed a finishing blow, but in truth, it was draining all spiritual power from his foe.

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“All right, everyone, I hope we can get along well in this final month, and I also hope you’ll help each other!” An Chuyin said, smiling warmly.

After her grandmother passed away, she was little different from those orphans without parents. Though living in her own parents' home, she had never truly felt familial love.

He turned his head, wanting to see An Chuyin’s expression, but found only a serious face, devoid of any emotion. This was even more shocking to Quan Zemu than seeing displeasure—it felt like being struck by lightning.

“All right, I won’t waste words. If you want to interfere, then hurry up and investigate. Don’t waste time talking to me!” After saying this, Ling Xiangsi hung up the phone.

“I wish to seek an audience with your sect leader, Ye Fengcheng. May I?” Feng Huai spoke humbly, hoping not to rekindle their resentment toward the imperial court.

Opening WeChat, it was filled with harassment messages from Chu Zhehan. Lv Yuxuan was utterly speechless. How did she end up with such a shameless young master? And he shamelessly used work as an excuse to make her accompany him.

“Did he really get sent to the cold palace?” Fu Lixin’s eyes sparkled with disbelief as she asked again.

At this moment, An Chuyin had no idea what she had done. She had actually reached her hand inside Quan Zemu’s shirt—this was bound to kill him! But it wasn’t entirely An Chuyin’s fault; after all, she was suffering from this affliction and feeling miserable.

It was all wishful thinking. As soon as the meeting ended, Lu Hanxing’s eldest disciple, Shen Ji, came to find Xiao Cuo, bearing a message from the acting sect leader: the kitchen lacked water-fetchers and wood-cutters, and he was to be put to work properly.

Even if the strongest from Tian Gang and Di Sha arrived here, they could not reclaim these people.

Lin Haoming browsed through everyone’s replies. Though none praised him, he felt particularly pleased. Unfortunately, Mr. Wu seemed unwilling to show his face on the forum again, remaining absent for the time being.