Volume One, Chapter 31: Who Exactly Is Backing Them?

My heart sank. Was Zu Hang really that concerned about what Cen Zuze had said to me? I knew for certain that what I had learned was not the whole story. He was keeping things from me. If he was unwilling to speak, then I would not ask.

Ji Yuan and Cui Puyuan were deep in pleasant conversation, but Cui Puyuan was, after all, a man of Liu Weitai. It would be disastrous if he let something slip and Cui Puyuan used it against him.

The two simple moves Yi Jun had just displayed left Huangfu Lei in awe. To control every movement and timing with such precision—at the very least, he, Huangfu Lei, could not do it, and he feared that even Sword Scar, lurking in the capital of Yuedong Province, would struggle.

Who could it be? Could it be a rat? Li Locke watched curiously as the table moved bit by bit. A head poked out, its dark eyes revealing deep affection.

The monster let out a roar, and the iron sword swung down again. Since brute force would not work, he had no choice but to outsmart it.

Glancing at Long Quan, who remained unconscious, Wang Rong hesitated but decided not to wake him. He did not wish to shock the mundane world; some things were better left known by as few people as possible.

The ointment was cool to the touch, and as he applied it to the sensitive area at the top of her thigh, Zhao Tiezhu could clearly feel Li Ling’s body tremble.

A blade weighing less than two pounds, yet its overwhelming presence surpassed the heavy broadsword of Gai Shiqi; it was truly an anomaly, and it served to demonstrate the magnificent aura of the white-robed elder.

"Wait, senior, I still do not know your name, and if I have trouble, how should I find you?" Zhou Feng shouted anxiously.

Of course, to say that Lee Jun-ik’s prestige had reached some absurd level would be wishful thinking. But at the very least, through this incident, everyone had re-evaluated the bearing of the "Arrogant Master" Lee Jun-ik. Coupled with his performance during the previous anti-fan incident, his positive influence had climbed another two rungs.

"Very well, it is time for the next promise! Are you all willing to join our Elf Clan? Our race not only possesses a natural talent for speed, but we also receive a bonus to long-range projectile damage!" Without the slightest hesitation, everyone nodded at the Great Elder’s words.

"I am concerned for your health and fear you cannot withstand the bumps of the journey, which is why I must seek your own opinion first," Zhan Xi explained.

Yun Yang could not fathom how something he had assumed would be extremely difficult had been completed so easily, but since it had happened, was that not for the best?

Just ten hours later, a scene caused Zhao Yuan’s eyes to flash suddenly; he even stood up from his cross-legged position, unable to resist running closer to stare at it intently.

In an instant, Ling Yun seemed to enter another profound illusion, an ethereal world composed entirely of sound.

"Big sister, are you a celestial being?" Man Wu asked in confusion, muttering to herself, wondering if she had already arrived in the heavenly kingdom.

Before Cang Li could indulge in self-pity, she saw Nanny Jing walk to the entrance of the sleeping chamber, place her dripping umbrella in a corner, and walk in with an expressionless face.

Holding the snakeskin, Zhao Yuan weighed it a few times and then felt a very subtle sense of density at the tail end. Puzzled, he squeezed the tail of the skin and felt a distinct hardness.

Watching, Ling Yun felt like laughing, yet he could not force a smile. It was as if another self was restraining him from within, acting on his behalf—a subtle, strange, and contradictory sensation.

Before the words had faded, the green wall flickered with light and instantly turned into a solid slab of iron, exceptionally sturdy; no more of the wall’s substance could be pulled in. Behind him, the green mass surged like a monstrous tidal wave, crashing toward him with overwhelming force.

"Princess, there should be news from the East Sea. Yesterday, I saw Lady Hong Yue, and she mentioned Five Moon, who is far away in the East Sea. I heard that Five Moon has made progress; perhaps the chaos in the Jin Kingdom is about to arrive sooner than expected." Speaking of Hong Yue, Yu remembered what she had mentioned inadvertently the day before.

"Very well, Steward Tao, please rest assured," Li Shu, dark and grimy, stepped out and replied readily.

The three were shocked; they had not expected this person to act so decisively, explicitly declaring his intent to kill Wu Qian and Chen Junmei.

Wu Jin stepped forward immediately, kneeling beside Old Man Duzhong. He nodded vigorously, and then the old man’s eyes slowly closed as his body went limp.

Villains must be dealt with by other villains. If Xu Yang were to teach her a lesson, he feared that even a moment of soft-heartedness would be exploited by her.

After resting for a while, seeing the sun setting in the west and the mountain winds growing fiercer, Xu Yang regained his spirit and continued his climb.

As a smoke signal, it was perhaps too flashy and produced too little smoke. But as an apology, it seemed to produce a bit too much.

In that milky, childish voice, two bright, alert eyes radiated a glow of innocent purity.

Encountering a difficult problem, he could pull a "spy tactic" out of his sleeve with ease. Was this the military genius with a heaven-sent talent that Political Commissar Luo of the army had spoken of?

He knew his influence was immense; had he not been truly confident, the youth before him would never have dared to take such a risk to utter those words.

"It doesn't matter," Bei Bing said. With a flick of his finger, the long spear 'Judgment' pierced through the young man’s body. A hundred thousand volts of electricity destroyed his entire prosthetic frame, and he plummeted onto the starship.

Acting against him now would gain nothing. Even a pig farmer knows to wait until the pig is fat before slaughtering it; how could a hunting dog be stupid enough to expose itself now without even getting a scrap of meat?

A withered old man, thin as a candle in the wind, stepped out leaning on a cane; he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over, standing on the brink of the grave.

"But he should not have created the Phantom Kun. A weapon that controls the human brain should never have existed," the agent said.

I curiously stirred the dark red medicinal juice in the bowl with a spoon, only to discover some meat-like shreds at the bottom, though they were darker in color than ordinary meat.

The other man did not look old either, perhaps twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He had a shaved head, wore a sable coat, and tattoos spread from his face to who knew where. Yet, from his eyes, one could discern a fierce, vicious nature.

Xia Lingxin, the eldest princess of the Xia royal family, furrowed her delicate brows. "His bloodline eyes can wield the power of space."

When the hatch of the Batwing opened, the pilot was nowhere to be seen, but Bruce Wayne still gave a word of praise in his gravelly tone.

With a single thought, Ye Yuan understood more than half of it. Aside from failing to guess exactly what the plans of these space aliens were, he had already deduced most of the process.