Masterful and transcendent

Bai Shu sat at the edge of the bed, unfastened the sachet hanging at the bedside, and placed it among her belongings. She simply gazed quietly at Wusheng, into his eyes—those empty, hollow eyes devoid of any emotion.

Whether it was the true form or an external manifestation, its presence now meant that something particularly significant must have occurred.

“Alright then! As the saying goes, those who are ignorant are not to blame. Your original intention was only to earn a bit of spirit silver, not to betray your brothers on purpose. I forgive you!” Li Shan waved his hand generously.

At the East Sea Criminal Police Headquarters, the chief walked in directly and briefly described the vehicle's features they were searching for, as well as the last location where it disappeared. Nothing else was mentioned.

Turning to glance at Xu Mosen, who was busy searching for a parking spot, Tong Lexi thought that if it weren’t for the face this car gave them, those people would probably be cursing by now.

As Li Shan uttered the word, his right index finger pointed at the four menacing tiger sharks. Instantly, a blood-red light burst from his fingertip. As the light surged forth, a violent gust of wind swept through the cave, uprooting the trees within.

“I’m afraid it’s not quite appropriate for you to be with these disciples of the Wutong Sect,” Li Chengye said with thinly veiled sourness.

Seeing the undisguised concern in his dark eyes, Lin Jiajia felt a pang in her heart, her nose stinging so much she almost burst into tears.

Yesterday’s outfit from the auto show was now just a pile of tattered rags, tossed miserably on the floor. I grabbed a set of pajamas at random, not caring about modesty, slipped them on, and headed straight for Haoran Company.

Yicaotang’s reputation as the best in Huai’an City was well-deserved, in part because their doctors would periodically offer free consultations in the surrounding villages.

Han Zhenhan truly did not let Boss Bai down. On the third morning of his standoff with the enemy, a large swath of cloud appeared in the sky. But these sparse clouds were far more ominous than simple rain—they were deadly.

“It really isn’t because of him. It’s just... things have been overwhelming lately. Aheng, I need your help.” If only she could draw him back from the wrong path—if only.

In the days that followed, Ai Qiaoqiao finished her farm chores at home, found an excuse to slip away, and went with Zhang Wu to hunt field mice.

At that moment, Ye Feiqing, who had been in his office all along, also arrived after hearing the news, accompanied by Lawyer Wang.

Everyone understood my gesture at once. Yang Yubing had made things clear enough—though we suspected Hou Yang, we couldn’t say it aloud. If someone overheard, it would be trouble.

It felt like an arrow from that black crossbow pierced straight through the skull—a flash of white before the eyes, and then nothing but emptiness.

Sun Ce left twenty thousand Chu soldiers for Pang Tong to defend Shouchun, while Huang Gai led another ten thousand troops, stationed at Renzhou and Dongping, to guard against Cao Wei.

Ruoshui stopped her bike, planted one foot on the ground, took off her helmet with both hands, and a smile touched her lips as she looked at the horizon, where the sky was already tinged with pale white, a faint red arc slowly rising.

Liu Biao initially only wanted Zhuge Liang to offer some preliminary ideas, but Zhuge Liang’s reasoning was so sound and convincing that Liu Biao was delighted and pressed him for more.

“Wait a minute—what did you say your name was? Who sent you?” Just as Wang Xu was about to leave, Xing Lie called out to stop him.

As Guo Jia spoke, he coughed violently, and Xun Yu hurriedly helped him steady himself, patting his chest to ease his breathing.

Shangguan Xing’er was silent for a long while. She wore many identities—an assassin for Wei, a prisoner of Chu, Zhou Tai’s wife.

High above, Bai Yao’s body shuddered. The thick bands of light that bound him shattered under the force, scattering into countless blue sparks that vanished without a trace.

Wang Xu and the others were hiding in a secluded patch of grass, carefully placing the snow-glow fireflies into a special cage and driving away the others nearby.

“Because this town holds extraordinary value, we and the Scots have fought over it for hundreds of years,” Isabel explained concisely.

Now aware of the strength of the Imperial Guards, the Shu army would likely resort to scorched earth tactics, fortifying their cities to starve and exhaust the Chu forces.

But with this move, the warrior’s dantian was shattered, his energy collapsed like a broken levee, and from now on he might be no better than an ordinary man.

A monstrous hand suddenly shot up, and with a deafening clatter, hundreds of pitch-black chains exploded with blue light, illuminating the entire square in an instant.

But to Tang Xinyi, Ling Zhoutian’s words were not so straightforward. Her thoughts ran: the unhappier you are, the happier I become; the worse things go for you, the better I feel. Mischief bloomed in her heart.

The statement was delivered in an almost casual tone, light and unintentional, but the listeners took it to heart, and it tugged even more at the emotions of the brothers Zhang San and Li Si.

Not even a trace of afterimage remained—everyone was sent flying, their bodies invaded by terrifying primal energy. Even the residual power from those primordial forms was harder to dispel than the venom of the Evil Dragon Lord.

Even if Tang Ze didn’t use the equipment himself, he could toss it to armored skeletons or skeletal warriors. They didn’t have an adventurer’s system and couldn’t activate special effects, but they could wear it as ordinary armor—still far sturdier than rusted iron.

When Ling Zhoutian strolled over, everyone waiting at the meeting point was stunned, for they saw a man less than five feet tall. Because it was dark and he was far away, no one knew who he was, but that height was astonishing.

He landed before the throne, glanced sideways, and said to Xiao Heishan, “Why don’t you sit down? Isn’t this what you came for?”

The middle-aged man glared at Chen Hao, his expression growing darker, as if he wished he could strangle Chen Hao with his bare hands.

And when one’s abilities had already reached the peak of the half-step world-class level, with additional enhancements, how powerful could they be? Just look at how quickly the situation turned.

Chu Taixin’s focus shifted back to Chu Muping, beginning to ask questions about the Gray-Clad Guards.

The morning began with the insistent, life-draining ring of the phone. Still not fully recovered from her hangover, Du Ruo grabbed the phone, her head throbbing.

Ma Shanfu listened, helpless, and could only keep reading. The accounts were a mess—meal expenses, petty cash, all added together amounted to nearly three hundred silver.