Volume One, Chapter 56: Each by Their Own Means, Lin Yang Marvels

"Achilles, Odysseus, both of you come to the front of the formation and lead the way with me," the ancient demigod at the rear of the group called, signaling them to move ahead.

That noon, everyone ate heartily for the first time in a long while. Perhaps it was because they started early in the morning and had only eaten sparingly on the road, but by one o'clock, hunger gnawed fiercely. In any case, the meal left the entire team satisfied.

This place, meeting all the criteria for the best human habitat, required no mutations to live comfortably. This only strengthened the resolve of ordinary immigrants.

"The Saint Xue'er carries the Celestial Silkworm within her body, so she cannot lie. If she did, the silkworm would rupture, and she would instantly perish. Look now—they are unharmed; doesn’t that prove their truthfulness?"

A salary several times higher than the average wage was hard to find even in Guangdong down south, let alone working locally with friends to watch over things and the chance to visit home anytime. Wang Yongmei was naturally eager for this job.

The tea table and sofa in the room were thickly dusted, indicating the owner hadn’t returned for quite some time. Quán Yǒulì frowned, sensing a faint musty odor in the air.

But was Moses, the Hebrew mage, truly here to receive the Commandments?

Yang Zhen, about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, was known through Zhou Ming’s uncle to be a criminal investigator. Standing around 1.75 meters tall and slightly thin, his piercing eyes gave anyone the sensation of being thoroughly seen through with a single glance.

"I’m heading to the Mobile Battalion. I’ve heard it’s a reward for numerous meritorious deeds," Di Jia responded.

The voice of the familiar imp whispered in Zakari’s ear, snapping him back to alertness. The current situation was not yet a time for lamentation—they were still in danger. They could afford to sigh only after returning to the northwest.

Around Ye Yu was utter silence, as if plunged into an abyss. The surroundings blurred into void, and countless phantasms seemed to rush toward him, followed by piercing wails that spread an aura of dreadful death.

Looking at Bai Lian’er’s resolute expression, Ye Yu’s heart trembled. He met her gaze and softly said, "Alright, we’ll go together."

As Lu Qingyu prayed, the two swirling cards slowed, and the Sword Saint’s card clearly hovered closer to Lu Qingyu, about to settle finally.

Bai Lian’er’s brows furrowed, a cold sneer repeatedly curling her lips. As Ye Yu reached the designated spot, she suddenly struck. A gleaming, snow-white longsword appeared in her jade-like hand, shimmering with chilling mist. A sharp sword hiss split the air as the fierce blade energy shot forth.

That night, Di Baobao suffered insomnia for the first time in her life—not from being in a strange bed, but because her mind was troubled by a certain troublemaker.

"Then you should worship more. Others come specially for your blessing. You’d better kowtow so hard you bleed a lotus flower praising their grace," Mumu teased, tilting her head.

Helian Nuo was shocked. Even if the Gale Thunder Slash could be broken by the opponent, it usually held for some time. This time, it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

"Which scripture to choose?" Lin Tian flipped through the three layers of supreme texts one by one, but none seemed ideal.

"All for one, one for all!" At that moment, every city guard transformed into knights defending their home. They raised their longswords, pointing them skyward. Their voices instantly drowned out the enemy’s warhorse neighs in the distance and stirred Yan Fei’s heart.

Azi finally exhaled in relief, her anxious heart settling. Remembering Shi Zhibang’s assassination attempt, she wondered if she should go see him. After some thought, she stepped outside.

Everyone was pleased to see You Suo and Fei Er open their hearts. They planned to stay here a few days so You Suo could teach the Cunning Folk the art of illusion. Continued estrangement would make progress impossible.

She had never celebrated his birthday before; today, she decided, would be the first—and perhaps the last.

Zhao Gan felt a burning pain on his face and a salty, bitter liquid in his mouth. He glared fiercely, then spat a mouthful of blood mixed with thick phlegm onto the lead policeman’s face with a "phut."

Judging by the age difference, this child seemed to be Lu Zhen’s late-born son, likely cherished like a treasure.

In an instant, magic flew wildly and martial energy surged. Each team shielded their mages behind them. Though physically strong, mages would be in grave danger if three or four warriors closed in simultaneously amid such chaos.

"Did you sense it?" Ling Susu paused, her ethereal purple phoenix fire-gold cicada robe fluttering in the wind. The soft ribbons occasionally brushed her beautiful face.

"Yilin, I plan to hold a meeting tomorrow night to adjust troop deployments. Transfer your main force north. The southern army has many complaints about you. Avoid the trouble for now and shift your divisions north to defend," Situ Xiao frowned, changing the subject.