Volume One, Chapter 49: Zhuang Qian’s Letter of Allegiance

Upon returning home, Cheng found Xiang Zheng already peacefully asleep on the bed.

The major couldn’t help but smile wryly. Normally, when faced with such a situation, most people would fall right into the trap—first scolding themselves for acting recklessly, then magnanimously releasing the observer to demonstrate their broad-mindedness.

“Are you dreaming?” Cheng Hao, his anger burning fiercely, finally found an outlet for his frustration.

This also brought about a new problem: their meals. They no longer went out to eat, and expecting a group of once unruly individuals to cook for themselves was nothing short of wishful thinking. Reluctantly, Meng Qi had to ask Diana to come to the camp and prepare meals for everyone.

The dormitory was spacious, nearly three hundred square meters, yet only fifty beds were set up, and merely eleven of them had bedding. There were no cabinets or other furnishings. At that moment, seven or eight children were playing noisily inside.

In short, analyzing this situation revealed it was a vicious cycle—everyone was at fault, yet no one truly was.

“He left the position of the principal wife for you?” With reckless disregard for the lady’s tears, Su Sheng glared at Mei Ziyan and asked.

However, it was already too late. On the ground lay Lu Tianting, her face bruised and swollen beyond recognition. A cruel, unprecedentedly vicious smile spread across her lips as she laughed mockingly.

Yi Zhonghai was a level-eight fitter, a precious technical asset at the Red Star Steel Mill. More often than not, his wishes carried more weight than even the workshop director’s.

“Haha! You provincial bumpkin, I practice a thunder-based martial art that follows the laws of thunder!” Lei Budong stood proudly atop the treetop, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Li Jiang’s expression darkened instantly. He turned and looked at the person behind him. “Is there something wrong?” His words were casual but carried an edge.

It could be confirmed that the Rascal Ghost King’s method manipulated the “memory” interval, directly affecting the intricate structure of the brain’s palace. It didn’t alter personality outright but subtly guided and gradually corrected it.

Dongyue Duke, as lord of Mount Tai, commanded an aura unlike any mortal. He swept his gaze over his subordinates and spoke sternly.

The Martial God had once reached the pinnacle ninth transformation of the Daoist Master realm, an immeasurable gap separating him from others at the same level. One could only imagine the immense spiritual power he had compressed back then.

Almost the instant Hei Zesen rose, Amilo, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke. His tone was light and calm, yet carried an air of authority.

At that moment, the third chubby man cleared his throat in dissatisfaction. Only then did the crowd quiet down.

“Margaret, as the highest official of the Department of Homeland Security, what is your view on the recent invasion by otherworldly forces threatening the safety of ‘Noah’?” The White House occupant leaned back in his black office chair and asked.

“Just as I intended—immortal martial arts fusion, the spear devours heaven and earth!” Yuan Lin shouted, his blood-red Saint-Slaying Spear blazing fiercely. He merged his immortal martial technique into the spear, which radiated a terrifying martial aura. The spear’s light tore through the starry sky for a hundred thousand miles.

“What on earth is going on?” In the void, dozens of shocked gazes fixed on Ichigo. Everyone present knew that this extraordinary change had been caused by him.

The awakened World Tree was unlike its fellows. Upon awakening, it did not immediately extend its roots into the spiritual pool.

“Hehe, let’s find a secluded spot and give it a try.” Feng Yun Wuhen’s hands moved to the supple hips of Lianyi and Ziyan, gently pinching them. The elasticity was astonishing, and the touch was delightfully refreshing.