Volume 1, Chapter 22: Attacking the Hive

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The handover of this project was overseen by Professor Shen, with Lou Wenzheng merely assisting at best; matters like the “exchange project” were not within her purview. Not long ago, the Night Gathering member who had just been challenged by Akabane Raijin, code-named Tyrant of the Reign. Yu Qingmei snorted coldly, unmoved; the spiritual wind within the room surged instantly, making Ning Wucai’s movements heavily resisted. From this, one could infer that the Inuzuka clan, endowed with intuition beyond ordinary humans, was evidently wilder or less evolved—perhaps closer to beasts than men in this regard. Yan Huaizhi raised his hand and, deliberately in front of Sheng Mingyu, adjusted his cufflinks—square platinum pieces inlaid with blue diamonds, their simple yet elegant design immediately revealing their considerable value. As he casually fiddled, the watch on his wrist was exposed. When Lin Xin’s silver needle pierced the acupuncture point, Lin Xin’s mother leaned forward slightly, feeling a piercing pain. “It’s all because of you!” Su Min slapped him again, blood streaming down Zhu Shicong’s face. That was what he said, but he also mentioned that if the emperor was determined to act, those Turkic villains on the grasslands wouldn’t be able to reach the Tang Dynasty anymore. The auction ended, and everyone left; Lin Xin, holding the white jade dragon carving, walked out with Mu Qingxue, only to be stopped by Zheng Cheng who emerged from behind. “What did you do?” Loki was not flustered. Even if Weimiyao’s spiritual power consumption was several times previous levels, or even dozens of times, Loki wouldn’t bat an eye. Alchemists on the continent were the most sought-after, though few in number; but compared to artificers, they were far more numerous. The first floor hall of the Misty Rain Pavilion was already a mess—shattered plates and bowls scattered everywhere, tables and chairs overturned in disorder, and food scraps strewn about chaotically.

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Yun Xiao’s eyes brimmed with malice as she approached Iman, who looked at the knife in her hand, trembling with fear. What a picturesque scene it was—yet from now on, this world would never be so peaceful again. Indeed, the lonely and fierce exterior was merely a disguise. Fu Baobei, seeing his murderous intent, raised his sword to finish off the two of them. Iman did not understand these matters; she only felt her life was too empty and that she needed to do something meaningful. “He will not die!” Chaolu screamed hoarsely, suddenly rising and rushing out of the tavern without looking back. Sister Zhang seemed to obey an imperial order and agreed, hastily retreating. This young master was good in every way except that his gaze was terrifying; just a casual glance could send chills down one’s spine without a word. “Sir, do you prefer the old man pushing the cart, or Guanyin sitting on a lotus?” Jiuxiao raised an eyebrow with charm, but his stern face ruined the mood. After a fierce flash of electricity, the light cocoon enveloping Wang Chen gradually dissolved into waves of light absorbed back into his forehead. Meanwhile, a strange black light shot out from his forehead and swiftly slipped into the Phantom Spirit’s hand before vanishing. Wang Chen then fully regained consciousness. With a flicker of black light from his right hand, true energy infused the Shining Moon Sword, which seemed to come alive, emitting a continuous “hissing” sound. A flick of his wrist sent the sword flying straight towards Ye Bai. Upon hearing Thomson’s words, Ye Fei's heart stirred; the last token of the Ye family was with the Beast King. He had planned to settle the Arab matter before visiting him, but now that would be unnecessary. “Damn it!” Tian Glasses muttered in frustration upon seeing the cup. Out of boredom, Ye Fei felt a light tug at his collar from behind; turning around, he was startled to see a figure wearing a hat and large sunglasses covering half his face sitting right behind him.

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Although quartz is the main component of glass, its heat resistance is far superior. Yet no one heeded her words; instead, a burly man stepped forward to seize her. She was no pushover—proving that a woman could match a man, she countered several moves in the blink of an eye. This was an undeniable fact! Now that the Wolf Alliance had crumbled and the Azure Dragon Society was rising strongly in S City, if Zhao Yi was not a defeated commander, then who was? Surrounded by colorful radiance, Xiao Lian appeared ethereal like a fairy; with a flick of her jade fingers, dozens of multicolored petals flew towards the opposite side, flashing with brilliant light. Bai Kai also brought good news: they had gathered substantial evidence; the provincial discipline inspection commission had dispatched a working group to Tang City. Furthermore, the provincial party committee had issued a transfer order for Mayor Ma to study at the party school. This was a sign that he was being targeted—relocating him to facilitate investigation. “In fact, apart from the various methods you currently need, aptitude is also crucial. You possess the aptitude of a prodigy; your meridians are remarkably complete. For most people, the problems they encounter are more than just blockages—they suffer from broken or hollow meridians, which are far more troublesome.” If it had been anyone else, being singled out for demands and then ignored would have altered their mindset long ago. Yet Xun You remained calm, which piqued Liu Fan’s curiosity about this strategist from the historical timeline who had assisted Cao Cao in driving off Lü Bu and defeating Yuan Shao. Where there is light, there must be darkness; without darkness, there is no light. At the end of light lies darkness; beyond darkness lies light. Light and shadow follow one another, interdependent and complementary—this is the essence of yin and yang.