Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Sorrow of the Liar Gambler

The other pair swayed like waves with Qian Qian's movements, covered only in the center by black patterned patches.

Li Guangyao had not been in touch for a while; could it be that something had happened, or had he sold her out?

"Senior brother, you are showing your ignorance again. The top masters of the three great sects are all on par with one another; there is only a hair's breadth between the top ten in the world and the number one."

Zhao Liang wiped the smile from his face. The sudden coldness of his expression startled Ma Junsheng, who reflexively stepped back toward the door.

Tie Dan gripped the storage jade at his waist, withdrew a wooden sword, and with a swipe of his fingertip, coated the blade in divine gang-qi.

Jiang Zhou emerged from the command post and wandered aimlessly. A sudden, shrill cry of a chicken reached his ears, pulling him back to reality.

But if Su Hua truly possessed the Pure Yang Holy Body, it must not be publicized; it must not arouse anyone's suspicion.

He had a car, and the trip from Jiangtun Town back to Jiang Village took about forty minutes. On the way, Chen Hui tried to fish for information several times, wanting to know what Yuan Yuan and Jiang Zhou did for a living. Unspoken, both Yuan Yuan and Jiang Zhou sidestepped the questions. Each would parry with a remark, and before they knew it, a certain tacit understanding had grown between them.

She sat on the back of the bicycle, watching the scenery recede, and had the illusion of traveling at lightning speed. As they passed the great banyan tree, the gossiping women sitting on the Three-Foot Bridge were all stunned. They watched as the Eighth Aunt’s mouth hung open, forgetting even to puff on her dry tobacco pipe. Yuan Yuan laughed heartily.

Jiang Shiyuan’s tone carried a hint of sadness. Sensing the melancholy in her young mistress's words, Liuhua stepped forward to knead her shoulders, speaking as she massaged.

Even as bullets capable of piercing steel armor struck his face, his eyes remained as cold and hollow as those of a corpse, fixed unblinkingly on Tuoke.

Countless colorful streams of light filled the space, intermingling with Lu Ming’s vital energy, the power of his inner world, and the power of the transcendent boundary, causing this space-time to detach from the Abyss Realm and become a world unto itself.

Countless facts had proven to him that Jiang Xun, who had recklessly run up and insisted on being his temporary worker, was a great treasure.

"You have brought back the body of the Elder Rong. After an examination by the coroner of the Supreme Court and my own personal inspection, it can be confirmed: he died from a single blade wound directly to the center of his back."

For tonight’s plan, they had made exhaustive preparations, but after the start of the Luo Tian Dajiao, Zhang Taichu had suddenly emerged as a variable.

She smiled slightly and said, "Qi Qiang, the wife of Li Ke, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works. She was killed one month ago, on the tenth day of the sixth lunar month, at noon, nineteen years into the Great Xia calendar."

One hundred and twenty kilometers west of Shanding County lay an oasis called Posuo Island, a new homeland built through sand control, desert reclamation, and the development of underground water sources. After nearly twenty years of construction, it was now filled with lush fields and dwellings, and many herdsmen had settled there.

Unless a unique individual capable of crushing everything, like the Ink Jade Spider Queen, appeared, the chaos would likely last until midnight.

Killing these two, even if it didn't necessarily break this stalemate, would greatly boost their own morale and weaken the enemy's.

Without a second thought, he gouged it out and cast it into the Infinite Skull. As the main skull spun frantically, cracks began to burst forth from the dharma body.

Having just lost her virginity, it was not only painful but seemed to have left a bit of blood behind. She rushed to the bathroom to clean up. Once inside, she realized how embarrassing she had looked.

Leng Ruyan’s heavy sword crashed down. Su Nan had nowhere left to retreat. With a howling wind and rising dust, the boulders within several feet were completely pulverized by the blow, turning into fine powder.

It was not until He Taiping finished work that He Ming was awakened by the sound of his parents talking. Seeing that dusk had already fallen, he hurriedly greeted them and, without even eating dinner, took the bag of grave dirt and went straight to Su Yanhong’s restaurant. When he arrived, Su Yanhong was already waiting; seeing He Ming, she greeted him warmly.

"I am very sorry, I haven't prepared any drinks like coffee here for the moment," Ye Chun apologized to the two.

As the words fell, the Buddhist chants from Fa Wang’s mouth sounded again. Compared to before, the voice was even more ethereal, and as his chanting began, a series of Buddhist sounds gradually echoed throughout the Hidden Buddha Temple.

"It’s okay, brother. Even if you are like this for the rest of your life, I’m here, and I will support you for the rest of my life."

Yue Wuxin narrowed his eyes and looked. He saw a man with a jade-like face and a tall frame, appearing to be in his early thirties, with a pair of phoenix eyes that were bright and piercing, clearly indicating a very deep cultivation.

Yue Wuxin was startled. He shook his head, put away the dagger, and took out a fire-starter to light it. In the faint glow, several beggars lay in rags on a pile of hay by the east wall, sleeping soundly.

Wang Lang handed the map to Bai Xinyi half-jokingly, then turned to explain it to her.

Although he hadn't suffered any fatal injuries, his internal organs were still churned into turmoil.

Everyone knew that since the suspect had escaped in a van, how could they possibly come back to take a car? Wouldn't that be walking right into a trap? Perhaps they never intended to take a car at all; that was just a smoke screen, a feint.

What to do? Judging by the man's behavior, he was likely an accomplice of Wei Qiong and might have sensed something unusual, coming to scout for information. If that was the case, the possibility of capturing Wei Qiong today was very low. It seemed today’s operation was truly a failure.

The old monk’s words struck Feng Li’s heart like heavy hammers. Fate, again fate. What kind of fate was it, and why did this old monk, whom he was meeting for the first time, know about it? Could he also be one of those from the primordial era?

"Let’s not try it again. Driving this car is addictive, better to drive it less!" Zhou Yi joked.

"Mo'er, I did all this for you." Indeed, Yang Moyun no longer cared about anything; if he was going to lose face, he would lose it completely.

These six officers were all battalion commanders under Bu Jie and Dandao Gen, and were considered higher-ranking officers remaining in the city. The two wanted to select four from among them to be responsible for the defense of the four city gates, while the other two would be sent to conscript able-bodied men in the city to assist in preparing various supplies needed for the siege.