Volume One, Chapter 34: Who Hides Gold in a Bosom Pocket?

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Chu Tao gave no further instructions. The spirited Xie Junhe would naturally know what to do when facing Konoha directly. Even if Konoha’s blade was pointed at the Chu family’s own courtyard, there was nothing to fear.

The Ruthless Warrior was his teammate. Though their alliance was only temporary, Guo Lin would not stand by and watch him be defeated. Supporting the Starflame in his right hand, he tossed it lightly. The magical Starflame transformed into a streak of fiery light and shot toward the hooked-nosed man.

“Written by the Grand Ancestor?” I nodded. “Written by the Grand Ancestor!” Tang Yi heard what we were reciting and assumed we had discovered something. He hurried over and asked, “Well? What did you find?” Uncle Fu pointed toward the poem and the long sword on the wall.

The officer did keep his word and released him afterward, but warned him never to set foot in Japan again. Otherwise, the young man’s death would follow.

Judging from how Emma had smoothly stated three conditions in succession, although the elves could make certain concessions regarding them, none could be omitted from the final agreement. In other words, if the elves refused to pass on their secret art of enchantment, the negotiations would certainly end in a complete breakdown.

She seemed to be in much better spirits than before. A healthy flush had returned to her face. After calling out, “Young Marshal,” she sat down beside Madam Li with composed grace.

In spring, the Valley of Forgetfulness was a riot of color, with flowers carpeting the ground and their fragrance filling the air. Peach, pear, and other fruit trees burst into bloom, displaying every shade of red and purple in breathtaking beauty.

But how could this ache be explained? Was it not Liang Meng—the woman who had left him several years ago—whom he loved?

It was rare to have such a clear sky. The breeze was gentle and the sunlight bright, though the sun itself was not especially warm. Even so, it was excellent weather for a winter day.

At the time, Jun Wuxia had clearly seen him, yet merely smiled faintly, seeming both languid and unconcerned. Why had her eyes now turned cold? Could it be that she intended to put on another act with him?

After she finished asking, Han Liuzhen also leaned over with complete concentration. It was indeed a question worth pondering.

With a loud shout, Di Guanglei drove his “Advancing Step, Carry and Block Punch” into the Frontier Elder’s chest.

Po Jun had originally belonged to the Sword Sect and specialized in swordsmanship. Knowing that he could never defeat Nameless with a sword in this lifetime, he had trained in the supreme art of twin-blade and sword killing. To balance his mastery of the two weapons, he had relied mainly on the saber in recent years.

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The five days of training passed in the blink of an eye. On October 6, the King flew to Vancouver to face the Toronto Raptors at the old Grizzlies arena. There was no elaborate defensive arrangement; they simply collapsed inward to block drives, deliberately allowing the Raptors room for three-point shots from the perimeter.

The man pounded his head in utter regret. He had heard that Xu Jianghai would be conducting an illegal transaction here today and thought he could catch him in the act. Without verifying whether the information was true, he had come straight over.

Her technique resembled Ling Xinyao’s, yet was entirely different. With a sweep of her sleeve, she moved with majestic grandeur. She did not need to inspect the herbs carefully or calculate their proportions. She simply grabbed a handful and tossed it into the pill furnace.

Su Yang rose and applauded, then high-fived the Kings players as they returned to the bench, asking along the way about Cousins’s injury.

As Duan Nian put it, she did not want to waste her brain cells on boring, meaningless matters. As for everything concerning that scumbag—she only wanted to flee as far away from it as possible.

“Then what do you plan to do?” Sergei asked, slightly surprised. The theoretical depth of the question he had raised was limited at the undergraduate level. The common answer was usually to apply what one had learned to a specific example and derive an established conclusion.

But she knew that Qin Wujiu must have been shaken even more deeply. She silently stepped forward and took Qin Wujiu’s hand.

Mi Zhu sighed and said, “Third Sister, rest assured. I will make him willingly carry you into the Liu household in a bridal sedan borne by eight men!” As he spoke, Mi Zhu’s gaze hardened as he looked toward the distant mountains.

Afterward, Zhuang Jian’s figure rose higher once more. Rolling spiritual energy swept across his body like a gentle breeze against his face, lending his still-slightly-youthful features an unfathomable air. As the master of this realm, he released a trace of a king’s majesty.

After these master and disciples fought their way out of the water prison, they encountered no resistance along the way. The aquatic demon beasts were simply unable to stop them and could only urgently report the matter to the Youlong Heavenly King.

After receiving this vital intelligence, Marshal Yue Zhenlin knew full well that this battle would be difficult. He therefore summoned Master Huaizhi and his disciples to his side, hoping to hear their opinions and suggestions.

After hearing Huang Jinrong’s forthright words, Xiao Shan felt even more guilty. He could not help recalling a film he had seen in his previous life, in which the Shanghai gangs sacrificed themselves for Shanghai. It was not that Xiao Shan was selfish; it was for the greater good. He could not personally take action now, so he steeled himself and looked toward Huang Jinrong.

Shen Zui was utterly bewildered after hearing Luo Zhuoying’s words. Seeing Shen Zui’s puzzled expression, Luo Zhuoying smiled faintly and handed him a letter.

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The two elderly security guards forced apologetic smiles as they briefly explained the situation to Gu Qingyuan.

I ran aimlessly, with no idea how long I had been running. My eyes swept constantly across my surroundings like searchlights, yet all that entered my vision was the boundless golden yellow glittering endlessly in every direction.

“Ah, it looks like there’s trouble again!” Yao Chi, who had only recently joined the Red Eagle Squad, cried out gloomily.

After hearing him out, Izasa Masaaki felt that Nanyang Zaozi did indeed have a point. Xiao Shan, as the deputy director of No. 76, had certainly been duty-bound to act. Moreover, he truly had been at Fu’s residence the previous night. He therefore turned toward Xiao Shan.

The sales clerk was left completely bewildered. Only after Yang Ze repeated himself several times did he finally manage to purchase all the medicinal herbs.

At some point, Lin Feng discovered that the cursed dolls had all vanished.

Guanguan’s divine ability to split something into two was indeed formidable, and it had caused Lin Feng considerable trouble. But Lin Feng had a way to counter it as well. He summoned a field of confinement and enveloped Guanguan within it.

Li Wei’s frail, slender body pressed tightly against his. Suddenly, he felt a powerful sense of responsibility and mission.

An aged voice rang out from within the City of Six Gods. As the voice faded, a mighty force surged forth.

Meanwhile, the scattered cultivators behind them were crushed by the majestic force generated as space closed in upon itself, dying horrible deaths.

Yet even such terrifying strength had been defeated effortlessly by the mysterious old man with a single hand. The shock this caused was so great that it even alarmed the Emperor at the time.

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