Chapter 68: Wretched Twins

"Teacher, the weather is wonderful today, just perfect for us to show what we can do!"
Not long after entering the Star Great Forest, Yu Hairou smiled.
An overcast sky with a fine, lingering drizzle—a paradise for water-attribute Soul Masters.
In this perilous great forest, every fraction of increased strength meant another layer of safety.
"This gives me a chance to test out the support-type combat method that Beibei mentioned."
With the air rich in moisture, Xue Wu, who possessed the Slender Dance Snow Satin Martial Soul, felt it even more deeply.
Mo Linghuan inadvertently blurted out Shixun's name, shattering the quietness inside the carriage. The gazes of everyone within fell upon her. Realizing what she had done, Mo Linghuan quickly covered her mouth, a sudden flush spreading across her cheeks while panic flickered in her eyes.

Just like the three disciples who had fallen into the pit ahead, Fang Kun stepped forward three paces using a branch to probe the ground. Before he could even cry out an "Oops," he felt the ground vanish beneath his feet and tumbled into the trap. Suddenly, a hidden weapon sprang from the trap, flying straight toward Gui Piaofei.

Upon returning to the inn, the proprietor caught sight of Shen Rong and beamed as if she had just laid eyes on a god of wealth, hurrying forward to greet her with a bow of a full ninety degrees.
Ouyang Xueqi nodded heavily; she had never encountered such a situation before and still had no idea how to converse with someone who wanted to kill her.

As Cixin was lost in thought, she suddenly caught a rich aroma of wine and tracked it all the way by scent.
One had to admit that the imposing aura emanating from Shen Mingxuan was genuinely chilling. Had she not met him a few times prior, she likely would not have remained so composed.

Yet, all their efforts failed to recoup the needed capital and desperately required resources. Those mercenary nations were much more willing to unload their outdated, soon-to-be-scrapped World War I-era weaponry onto the Nationalist Government. Faced with this outcome, Old Chiang was filled with indignation, but he was completely powerless to do anything.

"Where are the blueprints?" Completely speechless, Zhang Bai reached out his hand to demand the design drawings from Ding Xiaoyi.

The bartender dropped off the wine and food, happily took the bracelet, wiped it a few times to inspect it, and then returned to the kitchen with great satisfaction.

China's military exercise showed more than a hundred countries across the globe a new Chinese military marching toward strength. However, the outcome of the exercise came as a shock; no one had expected the commander of the North China Second Theater of Operations to be the one who astonished everyone! Old Chiang could not help but sigh with emotion.

He felt a terrifying wave of freezing cold—even a Heavenly Tier master like him could scarcely endure it.

A mirror. To clearly see one's true nature; only by illuminating oneself thoroughly could one achieve a higher state. Once he comprehended this crucial link, his body's true essence instead quieted down, flowing naturally along his meridians without the slightest bit of conscious control. The heterogenous true essence collapsed of its own accord, dissolving into nothingness.

Zhu Chun unfolded the imperial decree in bewilderment, and he was instantly struck with shock. This was actually a secret imperial decree issued by the Emperor to execute a toast reduction against Li Weizhe, and the text explicitly detailed reducing the domain of the Prince of Shu and capturing him to the capital.

The man and the beast had shared many life-and-death trials together, long since forging a profound, brotherly bond. At this moment, the Fire Shadow finally spoke—how could Gao Xiang possibly conceal the joy welling up in his heart?

What unfolded before their eyes was a row of metal pillars, standing in pairs and stretching forward to form a long corridor.

The image of the Taoist Hongjun pouncing toward him with a lewd grin surfaced in the Roc's mind, causing him to instantly shudder with cold.

How fortunate. Tian Maoping had tucked away the Nine-Tailed Fox beforehand. Details—playing against the Black Priest was all about details. What needed to be discarded could be discarded, but what shouldn't be discarded was never squandered. The ice silk slowly tightened, weaving an inescapable net all around. This game of chess was not so easily broken.

The Demon of Wood gazed at Gao Xiang for a long time, then bowed deeply to him and said, "God, your name shall be forever engraved in the demonic heart of every primordial demon!" With that, he transformed into a green shadow and drifted away.