Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Scum Qin’s Sincere Heart

With his vision blurred and his throat parched from drunkenness, Li Xu could not help but demand more from the fairy, the sound of her delicate gasps ringing clearly in his ears.

The Nine-Tailed Civet clearly sensed Ye Xingkong’s concern for Yun Wanqing, and thus his words were laced with heavy provocation. It must be said that his intention succeeded; Ye Xingkong was indeed distracted.

The bow of the "Shiduo," along with its main turret, suddenly sheared away from the ship's hull. Lacking support, it tilted to one side, quickly taking on water and sinking into the depths.

The old man immediately dispatched the village’s young men to rush overnight to the nearby Beijiao Village, Sun Village, Song Village, and many others. Some villages had already been ransacked, and those that hadn't were paralyzed with fear. Upon hearing that Elder Shi of Shimen Town had contacted the imperial army, the villages hurriedly organized their able-bodied men, preparing for a desperate stand against the Liao soldiers.

Gu Nan had once said that to change the plight of the Martial God Continent’s lineage, one must become a lord or possess the strength of one.

The injuries Shangguan Yu sustained were far lighter than Shen Fei’s. At the very least, she had not lost her ability to fight, allowing her to hold onto Shen Fei as they remained suspended in the air.

Lying on the bed, Shen Fei fell silent again after muttering those two dream-like sentences, but those brief words left Shangguan Yu’s mind in a state of surging reflection.

Seeing that she had stopped crying, I slowly loosened my arm from around her. Just as I went to pull it back, Chun Ni grabbed my hand. "Don't move, this is fine!" she said, resting her head on my shoulder. Her scent once again permeated my nose.

As for Hu Cheng, when he led the fleet back to Hangzhou, Chao Gai was indeed not at Xinji Island. The reclaimed wasteland on Xinji Island was finally ready for harvest. Although the rice was not yet ripe, the early-sown "Heavenly King Rice" had fully matured, each stalk as large as a beer bottle, heavy with plump grains.

Xia Jiulong had merely passed on a notification; he had no intention of staying until the last person had evacuated, and he fled the city immediately thereafter.

In this way, as long as Hu Mingguang manipulated the ledgers, earning a million or two each month was entirely possible.

After speaking, he headed straight for the Sacred Land. As Su Yan approached the entrance, a powerful force erupted—a formidable repelling energy.

Ren Chao winked at Wang Chang while speaking, hinting for him to play along with the ruse.

"Big brother is right. We have no foundation as of now; we can only develop slowly," Xi Ru Rensheng nodded.

Fear is a universal human trait; it does not vanish simply because one is well-trained or under strict military discipline. Fortunately, Huang Zhong, Pang Tong, and others stood up in time to console the soldiers and began sending people ahead to assess the situation.

"Clatter!" Just as Li Mochou finished speaking, a crisp sound of shattering glass came from behind her. A streak of unstoppable cold light flew in from outside the house, lunging straight at the floating Li Mochou.

The ceiling had originally been paved with the same marble slabs as the floor, but at that moment, Meng Tian noticed that one of the large slabs diagonally above them was different; its luster seemed dimmer than the surrounding stones.

Setting aside the fact that both their bodies were immensely satisfied during their intimacy, as if they had been swept to the heavens, the profound energy generated within them during their dual cultivation was slowly mending their bodies, making them unable to leave one another.

"Senior, it is not that I, Fang Yan, refuse to accompany you, but I truly lack the strength," Fang Yan said bluntly, looking at the old man and sensing the pressure emanating from him. He genuinely did not want to cross blades with him.

Seeing this, Lin Feng calculated in his heart that since he had come, he could not return empty-handed. He had to enter the ruined city to see what was truly going on. Furthermore, a city hidden beneath a volcano must hold some earth-shattering secret. With that thought, he immediately took the Heaven-Piercing Awl from his storage ring and thrust it into the barrier.

Chu Tao wanted to say something but hesitated, merely gazing at her as if waiting for something. He had long been accustomed to this condescending posture.

"If I had known that thing was so important, I wouldn't have escorted it even if it killed me. It’s too dangerous!" Ling Yu exclaimed.

"That guy is just a typical brainless rich second-generation; it’s unavoidable," the fatty messaged back.

Xia Haitong rattled off a long string of words without even catching her breath, carrying a certain air of authority, but a single sentence from Ye Chengxuan instantly dissipated her momentum.

He had just finished tidying up his belongings and wanted to calm down to think about a few things when a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Zhao Gan stared intently, only then noticing that many young people in the village were practicing boxing or breath-control exercises in front of their homes. Could it be? Did these descendants of the Qin people actually possess the martial arts and qigong of the ancients?

Beryl finally understood Li Yan’s intentions; it turned out he had asked about the spatial artifact only to lighten her burden.

After a long time, the gentlemen and young masters who wished to "comb the hair" of the young ladies would gather at a venue designated by the madam to bid. Whoever offered the highest price won the right to the maiden's debut, followed by a grand banquet.

Nan Ruochen would occasionally appear before her when no one was around. He wouldn't say much, only teaching her the art of flying needles, but there was clearly something new in his eyes—something that even Nan Ruochen himself could not describe or name.

"What is that used for? Is it just to obtain this sword?" Old Fu asked, his face full of suspicion.

After walking a few steps, Zhang Ning saw a construction site. He immediately went up to search it, returning a moment later with a steel bar about a meter long.

"What is this for..." Ye Tian looked at Petercoss. In his view, they must be taking him back to the station to record a statement; otherwise, so many police officers wouldn't have shown up all at once.

Before Zhu Ansheng could continue speaking, Chen Dong had already reached into his pocket for a cigarette to offer him.