Volume 1, Chapter 23: Infiltrating the Research Center

A bank card with five million in savings, just kept casually in a pocket? And then handed over to someone else just like that, password included? Is this person a lunatic or a fool? Is he not afraid that the other party might withdraw the money and run away?

"Smack!" A crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out. Everyone watching instinctively tilted their left cheeks, as if they had been the ones struck, feeling a sharp, sympathetic sting.

"Is the mayor of Quanhe Town named Meng Yu?" Zheng Nan knew nothing of these details. He hadn't expected this Meng Yuanchao to also be a man who had climbed his way out of the mountains. With his designer clothes and luxury watch, he was the very image of a nouveau riche.

According to protocol, before Ye Ming could assume his post in Beishan County, he had to report to the Organization Department of the Min'an Municipal Committee. Since June 1st fell on a Monday, Ye Ming arrived at the department on the afternoon of May 29th.

The three from the Qi Realm wore golden battle armor of extraordinary material, offering astonishing defense. Although the Demon Den was dangerous, their party’s strength was far beyond that of ordinary celestial immortals. Moreover, with the addition of Tianfan and the others, they felt even more at ease, filled with confidence for the mission.

"You shouldn't be standing here!" Wang Tian looked at Zuo Chan with dead eyes, devoid of a single trace of emotion.

Hua Li Jinji did not appear happy after the magnificent attack; it was hard to say what he was feeling, his expression deeply complex.

Back in X-Men 3, Ling Yong had suggested that Ke Zhenkai focus on using sniper rifles, and Ke Zhenkai had agreed. Now, Ling Yong was thinking of helping him redeem a high-quality sniper rifle, so he asked Jack Ray to list the best options available.

After a few matches, Ye Hua felt the system's matchmaking was too slow, so he created his own room, giving it an arrogant and provocative name to lure in opponents. The method worked perfectly; a constant stream of three-man squads entered only to be slaughtered by the chainsaw and corrosive liquid, leaving behind nothing but salty remarks as they retreated in frustration.

While idling in the inn, Ye Hua was chatting away with his friend Zi Liuli when a friend request suddenly popped up.

Zhou Pingfen was very satisfied with the effect of her whirlwind kick. She had deliberately chosen Paul, the weakest among Tiger Head’s group, as her target, specifically to achieve a result that was both maximally arrogant and a massive morale booster for her own side.

Through the gaps in the window, one could clearly see a troop approaching. They wore iron armor and helmets, with scimitars at their waists and iron spears in their hands. The red tassels on their spears trembled in the wind like flames dancing upon the heart. They marched with perfect uniformity, their faces solemn.

"Since both sides are deadlocked, why not let this young lady perform the test again in front of everyone? Once the results are out, the truth will naturally be revealed." After soothing Ling Rou’s agitation, Ye Fan stepped toward the window and smiled faintly.

With a "whoosh," Paul, who had barely taken half a step outside the gate, was kicked back into the headquarters hall of the Scar Gang like a curled-up shrimp. A moment later, he was spitting blood, howling in misery and wailing incessantly on the floor.

A moment later, Ye Fan’s hand gestures slowed, and a single-tiered ancient cyan pagoda began to take shape in his hands. As its form perfected, the spiritual energy fluctuations radiating from it caused the surrounding blue mist to tremble violently.

In truth, this sword was not easily obtained. Chen Yu had nearly lost half his life to his father for snatching it from the Prince of the West Sea. That was why he rarely used it; he always preferred to solve problems with his fists. Few could truly provoke him, and even fewer had ever seen him draw his blade.

His eyes gradually turned red, and the knuckles of his clenched fists cracked. He understood the anxiety and disappointment in my heart.

He turned his head abruptly, but realizing something in that instant, he quickly turned back away from me, reaching up to tidy his hair as if unwilling for me to see him in such a dejected state.

The madam of the house was startled to see Qi Hui with Xiangxiang. She recognized Xiangxiang, but she had always taken Qi Hui for a cousin from the Pang estate. With no one to explain the situation, Xi Niang rushed upstairs, casting aside her usual arrogance and rudeness.

"Boss Chen, let’s fight them to the death! We wouldn’t regret dying on the battlefield with you!" Finally, Li Yong and Liu Dahai knelt before Chen Fei, pleading.

In reality, however, this innate law had been hiding within his primordial spirit for years, never once moving. Yet, Yang Tianwen could feel it slowly and continuously merging with his spirit.

Wu Sangui also added, "Brother Xiang, with the big battle imminent, you must be careful to conserve your horse's stamina." Only then did everyone realize the problem. The journey to Chun Kong Mountain was over thirty miles, and while the rabbit was a divine steed, it would certainly not be easy for it to carry him and his heavy spear—weighing over 300 pounds in total—for the entire distance.

Although this attempt was not perfect, it greatly encouraged him. He had witnessed the power of tactics; being able to force Weiya into such a state spoke for itself.

The opponent hadn't even used any magical artifacts; mere sword energy and boundless sword light had suppressed the three of them into an absolutely disadvantageous position.

There was no helping it, though. Lu Yuan knew that as a true-disciple, one had to go through trials. Of course, if he decided to give up his position as a true-disciple, he wouldn't need to go, but he couldn't bring himself to let go of that status—after all, it meant abundant resources and high standing.

Upon discovering his parents’ pale, sickly complexions, Mo Jifeng initially thought they were just frightened. It was only when he noticed black blood oozing from the wounds on the backs of their hands and necks that he realized something was terribly wrong.

"It can't be helped," Xuanzang said. "If they are too polite to us, it will shake the morale of the army. At least those soldiers didn't actually hit us." He really knew how to think for others.

Everyone looked to Wu Yong, waiting for him to mediate. Song Jiang's status and influence on Liangshan could not be ignored; everyone had to admit that without his initial charisma, Liangshan would never have reached its peak, so no one was willing to contradict him.

The Universe Cube could not only create worlds based on games but also based on anime, films—anything that possessed a logical world setting.

Kong Xuan was a natural anomaly, a peacock by birth. His eons of cultivation were formidable, and his Five-Colored Divine Light was magnificent and lethal. Yet, as the saying goes, "the Tao is one foot tall, but the devil is ten feet high." Facing Zhunti—that ruthless and black-hearted saint—he was clearly falling behind.

Suddenly, Da Xiong entered soul-transmission mode. Oute had arrived early and was waiting for him. Da Xiong looked around; he could clearly see everyone in the cabin and could see himself leaning in his chair, his hands resting on the Dragon Soul, appearing as if he were asleep—or perhaps, as if he were dead.