Chapter 32: Repaying Kindness with Enmity?

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Early the next morning, representatives from the youth-education offices of the various communes arrived and took away the young people from their respective communes.

Anping County had jurisdiction over twenty-one communes, 154 brigades, and 1,280 teams, with a total cultivated area of more than 1.2 million mu. The communes integrated industry, agriculture, commerce, education, and the military. They managed production, daily life, and civil affairs.

They were production units as well as organizations responsible for managing people’s lives, and they also served as grassroots organs of political power—government and commune administration were one and the same.

At the commune level, there were medical...

Looking up, he saw Jun Wuxia wearing a triumphant smile, while Ruoyu remained composed, lying face down on the sandy ground and allowing the rough, hard stones to dig into her skin.

Someone reported the strange phenomenon to the imperial clan, and the palace had already begun sending people down to investigate.

The gambling house was brightly lit in the dead of night, as bright as day—for the people there, the day had only just begun.

Clearly, no one had expected the Six Fan Gate to wield such terrifying authority. After I finished recounting this piece of history, their expressions all grew solemn.

The people following them were obviously highly skilled, and their concealment techniques were exceptionally sound. What they did not know was that after emerging from Paradise, Xiao Yan and the others were no longer what they had once been. Their strength had increased tremendously, and they could hardly be compared with their former selves.

So, when safety became the foremost concern, having the old lady live here was reassuring after all.

The demon hunters in the hall had noticed Lin Xian'er, whose beauty was nothing short of celestial. This inn, where couples could stay together, charged an exorbitant price. A single night cost the astonishing sum of one hundred Heavenly Refining Coins.

“The flute of Heaven’s Sorrow mourns all living things; beneath the Thunderclap Sword, flesh is savored; when the Illusory Dance Fan falls, all is left empty.”

That was how the power of the Three Absolutes’ weapons was described. Each was unique, yet together they complemented one another with absolute harmony.

“How did you know?” Master Jiang asked in astonishment. He had only just stepped into the courtyard; he had not questioned anyone, nor had he examined the corpse.

Melinda was still preparing an offensive spell. Although water-element attack magic was not particularly powerful, the Black-Scaled Spider’s magical defenses were even weaker. If the spell struck its target, it could still inflict considerable damage.

With a single slap, Li Yun sent Bird Master, who wore a vulgar grin, reeling to the side. Then, smiling broadly, he walked toward the Golden Core Human Immortal. Until that moment, the immortal had paid no attention to Li Yun’s subjugation of Bird Master. But as Li Yun drew near, a trace of emotion finally appeared on his face. Even so, he made no move, merely staring blankly at Li Yun.

Xi’er looked at the Emperor Lord with equal excitement. She wanted to rush over, embrace him, and tell him that she was fine and perfectly safe—but she could do none of those things.

Guan Jintong felt an inexplicable unease as she sat inside the car. She took out her phone and called Gu Yanyan, but the line remained busy.

Here, towering waves raged all year round, posing a tremendous danger to passing ships. At the same time, this was also one of the essential routes for vessels traveling between the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans.

“No objection, no objection. We were in the wrong to begin with, and we’ve already caused you gentlemen trouble. It’s only right that we pay a fine.”

Thinking that it was best to settle the matter and avoid further complications, Lin Feng immediately said this to the green-faced leader.

She truly should not have agreed to come here with Li Qiuyi. Look at her—she had formed another attachment in her heart and could not let it go.

Well, although he was indeed somewhat unreliable at ordinary times, something about the situation just now had clearly been wrong. He secretly heightened his vigilance, turned his attention inward once more, and guarded his mind.

In an instant, another tremendous collision erupted between heaven and earth. The boundless void trembled, then shattered into nothingness amid the vast, limitless Buddhist chanting.

Given the situation now, unless that old Daoist stopped of his own accord, no one else could halt him. The principles of martial arts, and the workings of aura and momentum, were profoundly abstruse. Trapped within them at that moment, he could not even get a word out. He could only brace himself and endure this crisis first; everything else would have to wait.

In response to Yun Yue’s question, Lin Feng put on an expression as though she were an idiot and replied as if the answer were self-evident.