Volume 1, Chapter 45: Encountering Refugees?

Li Chengqian raised a hand to stop him, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. He carefully observed the group, noting that although they wore military uniforms, their garments were ragged, their faces sallow and emaciated, bearing the unmistakable appearance of long-term starvation. Furthermore, the style of their uniforms did not belong to the Tang dynasty army; rather, they looked more like border garrison troops from some remote minor state. Li Chengqian had already figured it out in his mind—these people were most likely mutinous soldiers.

Wen Muyao was not someone particularly eloquent, but fortunately, her attitude was sincere, her tone earnest, and she carried no airs at all. This interview could be said to have proceeded quite smoothly.

Judging by the situation, the Fallen Star Taoist Temple actually used experts at the realm of fusing clarity and turbidity and refining techniques as welcoming attendants. It was hard to tell whether this was to display their strength or simply a display of overwhelming arrogance.

Only then did Red Spear realize he had almost lost his composure, and he hurriedly composed himself, secretly hoping that the meal would end quickly so he could leave the table. He trusted Chu Yang's standards implicitly; what Chu Yang said just now should not have been wrong, but why would Chu Yang have a disagreement with Gao Yunshan?

"The Great Incantation of the Precious Steel Primordial Pneuma for Preserving the Body." Xu Zhuang frowned slightly. This Daoist technique indeed lived up to its name; Li Chengting's golden body was truly textured like a magical treasure.

"Hehe! It's nothing. Once the time for the sealing of Dragon Primeval is over, it becomes like this," Feng Zhan explained.

Ding Dan, who was usually bold, was now paralyzed with fear. Watching his accomplices suddenly meet a violent end at the hands of the disgruntled killer—with all of them fatally struck by precise playing cards—he drew a sharp intake of breath and retreated while pulling the hostage along.

Seeing Joe's reaction, Meng Qi knew he was not lying. It seemed that Bella leading from the front was not a once-or-twice occurrence; otherwise, these people would not be so calm.

Tang Mo's state had recovered somewhat, and he was not as decadent as he had been during the previous period. However, it did not look like his difficulties had been resolved; rather, he had simply adapted to the existence of hardship, given that the weight he had lost had not yet returned.

On the street, carriages rumbled and horses neighed, people came and went, and the cries of hawkers echoed endlessly. From time to time, martial artists from the jianghu walked past. Needless to say, these people, just like Shi Yan and the others, had come upon the invitation of Ye Cheng.

"Cooperation? What do they have to cooperate with us on? They are just using us," Sun Chuanfang chimed in.

After passing through a dozen or so trees, the view suddenly opened up. Before them lay a clearing filled with broken walls and ruined foundations, overgrown with moss, with various insects wriggling in the corners and crevices.

Yesterday, Jin Xiuchen had fallen unconscious from poison, and the entire group had been in a state of panic. Therefore, after imperial physician Wu arrived, they had asked him several additional questions.

Fath had not been on the battlefield for many years and did not know if his abilities would be up to the task, but he did not dare to rashly refuse a CIA mission. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the decision in Feng Yifeng's hands.

Two consecutive battles had earned Chen Yi a lot of peace and quiet. No one came to look for trouble; instead, they all seemed intentionally trying to curry favor with him, which made Chen Yi sneer inwardly. It was strength again—everything was driven by strength. If he had been the one who lost that day, not only would he have received no respect, but he would also have been despised by everyone.

She felt nervous, yet her heart was filled with joy, because this was the first time Feng Yifeng had brought her to attend such an important and formal occasion. Although she still did not know whom Feng Yifeng had an appointment with, judging from the rare sight of him wearing a formal suit and maintaining such a solemn demeanor, it was clear that the person meeting him held a very significant weight in his heart.

The seemingly cumbersome body of the Eight-Legged Armored Rhinoceros soared straight up into the air. It made a mistake similar to that of the Flame-Tiger Falcon, thinking it could first tear the beast apart so that the Qi pillar would naturally shatter, thereby relieving it of future trouble.

Cui Feng nodded in sudden realization. After walking a few dozen steps, he saw a massive gate frame standing before him, upon which hung a plaque with the three large characters "East Fence Post Station" written in a bold and vigorous cursive script.