Chapter 17: Torment

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It seemed that Old Tang sent the daily inquiry right on time. The uniquely styled emoji made Lu Mingfei almost visualize his helpless yet frustrated expression. Old He looked up at Zhao Fengsheng, surprised that at his age he still felt uncertain and at a loss. While muttering complaints, he approached the wardrobe and was about to open it to search for clothes suitable for him now.

She had been recuperating for a month, and Li Ming told her that this time the convalescence expenses were even higher. Combined with the previous amount, it totaled three million. The heavily armored infantry led the charge through the city gates first; scattered resistance was futile against these heavily armed soldiers.

“Hey, hey, hey, Jiang Muyan, no need to call me big brother. Actually, I can handle it myself,” Ji Yancheng called out from behind, but alas, he failed to stop Jiang Muyan from walking away.

This was Zhao Fengsheng’s first encounter with a top expert from the Five Industries Sect since descending the mountain. Unexpectedly, the other party was someone he already knew.

Feng Nan silently circled the pit, seemingly surveying the terrain, but inwardly contemplating how to find a suitable excuse to persuade Li Biao to unearth the bodies from the abandoned brick kiln.

He had eaten tiger meat from a mutated beast; if he ate ordinary monster meat, it likely wouldn’t have any effect.

Ye Xiao reluctantly lowered his bow; although strong, he had never specially trained in archery, so missing his shots was normal.

The four leading naval commanders, known as the Four Dragons of Zhejiang, were Yu Zhaolong, Chief Commander Cheng Gui; Jinlinlong Deputy Commander Zhai Yuan; Chongbolong Left Deputy Commander Qiao Zheng; and Xizhuolong Right Deputy Commander Xie Fu. Originally boatmen from the Qiantang River, they joined Fang La’s rebellion and were granted third-rank official titles.

Tang Chen considered that taking six minutes to kill the first long-armed monkey was necessary. After various tests, he had fully understood the monkey’s attack patterns.

When Suzaku questioned Shali’s death, Lelouch did not deny it but admitted it was related to himself.

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There were no passionate words, no thunderous responses—five hundred men remained silent in the darkness. Yet those thousand eyes, sparkling like stars in the night, revealed unyielding determination.

Those who knew Nivea’s true strength, like Cyrus and others, were unsurprised by the changes in the arena, but for the rest, it was different.

Huang Mosheng was Wuji’s right-hand man but possessed only the fully matured Golden Core Double Flower cultivation. If he were to “discuss the Dao” below, he feared a misstep might lead to his death at the hands of Biluo, who had already attained the Triple Flower level.

The duel between the two ended in this manner: Zhao Si was struck by Zhao Gou, triggering an old injury. Zhao Gou focused intently on dredging his meridians and discovered internal energy could be used in this way. Zhou Tong was fated to die; destiny was inescapable.

“Is it somewhat exaggerated that the Hao family could become a candidate for the victors?” Su Wanyue asked incredulously.

Zhao Gou trained beside Lin Chong for over three years, nearly four. During this time, Lin Chong imparted all his family’s spear techniques, as well as long fist, saber, and staff methods.

Meanwhile, these energies sustained the entire mermaid city, preventing it from collapsing under the massive suction of the Northern Abyssal Hollow.

No sooner had Feng Wuhen finished speaking than he felt a chill behind him. Xu Fan had already appeared at his back.

Just hearing the sound, one could imagine the assault they endured within the Radiance Chamber. The gravity field there made their counterattacks even more burdensome.

As for the power, it goes without saying. Achieving the Saint Rank Superior level guaranteed formidable strength, which was confirmed in the descriptions.

Records had not been deleted, but no mech activity had been logged in the past six months—only several program activations within the control system.

Clearly, Young Master Bai preferred to handle matters himself rather than involve the controller. If the other party caused no trouble, the controller wouldn’t intervene. Besides, if he lost face, he had to redeem it himself.

Hearing this, the three remained speechless. Lin Yi no longer paid attention to the spinning soul form. Feeling a weight in his heart, he simply sat down quietly to observe the soul’s arrival.

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The transparent ice sword rushed toward him with terrifying speed. At that moment, the opponent’s strength far exceeded his own. Lin Yi’s heart raced in panic, and with someone clutched in his arms, he was unable to evade.

As he spoke, tears welled in Wang’s eyes. Sometimes she wondered what sins she had committed in a past life—first her father-in-law and husband died on the battlefield, and now her two sons were like bitter enemies, meeting each time as foes.

With a loud “bang,” Changsun Lian, who was desperately fleeing, was thrown forward. His pale face struck the ground and slid forward without any obstruction.

If such a situation truly arose, leaving the island as before was impossible—no one’s divine sense would be locked onto him.

Only then did she glance at Xiao Yan. She had to admit, his expressionless demeanor exuded a powerful and terrifying aura, hardly someone she could bully at will. She curled her lips, saying nothing.

During this time, she quarreled with Leng Haoxuan and nearly had her wrist bone broken by that uncouth man. Her back also burned with pain. Now, she could only crawl onto the sofa. Each time she touched her back, the pain made Tang Ning’an grit her teeth, tears streaming down her face.

She reached out to push away his embrace, her gaze fixed on the indulgent smile at his lips. “You were outside all this time?” The question was posed with certainty. Was this man mad? In the freezing cold, he had been standing outside in the wind so long—was he trying to make her worry?

“Now I only know the curse inscriptions in that formation are very powerful, but I can’t decipher them,” Ling Yu’s voice held a hint of sorrow.

At this late hour, the streets stood empty of passersby. Only the faint street lamps flickered dimly, while the road remained so dark that its end was invisible.

Not knowing if the locals liked this sour yet sweet flavor tinged with a subtle bitterness, Song Ruyu dared not brew much the first time. She only made just over half a jar, then sealed it tightly with clay and left it be, going about her daily business.