Volume 1, Chapter 65: Handing Over the Salary Card, Stepping Closer Step by Step

"We can take my uncle's steamer to Shenzhen, and then catch a train to Huaicheng, though we'll need to make a few transfers. With all this luggage, we'll just have to ship it," Ye Qiaoqiao said with a hint of a headache. "The only problem is that shipping is very slow; it'll take at least half a month to a month to arrive."

Fu Juechuan was washing up nearby. Even after washing his hair, he only needed a quick wipe for it to dry. To make it easier to apply medicine, he was wearing a bathrobe.

Accustomed to it, Ye Qiaoqiao squatted over to apply the medicine for him, failing to notice the look of endurance on Fu Juechuan's face.

"I can find a way to get a truck directly and drive it back to Huaicheng. It should take about five or six days to get home."

"Depending on whether you want to take a car or a train, the luggage can be directly..."

With a cold snort from Chen Yan, a golden dragon claw materialized out of thin air once again, slapping fiercely toward Zong Heshun.

Chatting with Xu Mengyao deep into the night, she finally rose to leave. Before departing, she left Chen Yan with a jade talisman.

Seeing Zhan Qingxiao's fist about to strike, the short man placed his bowl onto the table. In the next second, he appeared right in front of Zhan Qingxiao and intercepted his fist. Zhan Qingxiao felt as though his fist had run into an unyielding barrier, unable to advance even an inch.

The Serpent and Turtle Generals guarding the Heavenly Gate looked at Li Mai-cheng. The serpent soldier went ahead to report to the Qianbao Palace, and shortly after, returned to let him pass through the Heavenly Gate.

Wudang scouts move as light as blood, highway ambushes kick up a bloody wind; the young hero laughs at the sky like an immortal, you are all mere insects while I alone am the dragon.

"Dead? Are you talking about her cultivation? And you call yourself a master!" Feng Cheng'ai said, pronouncing each word distinctly.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Chong recounted an event from the past, which had been the turning point of his life.

Ever since waking up in the morning, Fan Chen had felt inexplicably restless and uneasy. Although he knew he was mostly just going through the motions, he couldn't help the anxiety and racing heartbeat, losing his appetite after just two bites of breakfast.

Only then did she slowly calm down. Though she was still quietly weeping and trembling slightly, she hugged Ye Feng even tighter.

"Senior Wang Jie, you're not quite right in saying that. Since we invited you here, how could the items we brought out be anything less than satisfactory to you? I'm just afraid you won't be able to afford the price when the time comes," Jin Chen said with a smile.

While Tuoba Shao viewed it merely as a postponed retrial, to Chu Hui—who was currently extremely sensitive and somewhat neurotic—this undoubtedly meant absolute disbelief in her, plunging her straight back into hell.

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly. Even though your cultivation level remains unknown for now, there is no need to be so overbearing. He couldn't help feeling a slight flash of irritation at Jiang Yi's attitude.

As they kept drinking, it unexpectedly turned into high-potency liquor. Hu Cheng frowned slightly, thinking that this little amount of alcohol shouldn't pose much of a problem for him. Not paying much attention, he continued to drink cup after cup with Gu Man.

"Uh... alright, let's go." Since the other party had no desire to entertain him, why bother humbling himself? Su晨洋 (Su Chenyang) simply tidied up the place, took Qian Ying's hand, and walked out of the cell.

Five thousand men were wiped out just like that, while the Han army's casualties were zero. Such losses were simply unsustainable. It seemed they couldn't think of a good solution for the moment, and the soldiers received no orders for another assault, just waiting quietly in place.

The gambling den's people smiled at the sight. They didn't even need these gamblers to take action; they would naturally deal with any contestants who entered the ancient pagoda, for only dead men tell no tales.

"It's good that you understand. However, if you want to participate in this battle, you'll still need an identity, otherwise it's very easy to be attacked by cultivators from both sides simultaneously," Qing Mu said, flicking his finger as a mask resembling burning flames shot toward Xia Mu.

"Son... son, my... my son is in there!" With a slightly trembling, hunched figure, Zhang Cong's mother spoke with a crying tone as she pointed her trembling hand toward the Jetta parked in front of them.

Behind the mountain gate, Jing Canyue stood on tiptoe to look at the massive, surging army of the Fire Worship Cult, a somewhat bewildered look on her face.

It turned out that to disrupt the morale of the Mongol army, Huang Rong had indeed followed Hong Qigong's bantering words at the wine table, spreading the news that three grandmasters were personally defending the city, portraying the three of them with supernatural powers akin to heavenly troops descending to earth.

Selected by Mo Fan, the sword technique "Sword Plucks Starlight to Mirror Mountains and Rivers" was practiced with utmost dedication. This sword art, verging on the Dao, suited his current state perfectly. In the early stages, casting aside sword Qi and sword intent to focus purely on sword forms would surely yield results through persistent effort.

It was only then that Zhang Liang left a message. He discovered that back then, the foolish King of Chu had held one final beauty pageant.

Guo Zhen and Wu Sha had already left the dormitory. Looking up, Qi Jun saw Guo Zhen turn back at the doorway with a triumphant smile. The wind blowing in through the balcony's French doors slammed the door shut, locking Guo Zhen's smugness outside.

Her mind was a chaotic mess, making her head hurt even more. Moving even slightly was difficult, as her limbs felt as limp as cotton.

Houdou swept his folded fan wide, dodging the attack with a horizontal sweep, then spun his body to flash to Zhu Ziliu's left side. He thought to himself, "As expected, barking dogs don't bite; appearances can be deceiving." Twisting his wrist, he fanned toward Zhu Ziliu with his fan.

As Ji Le finished speaking, another flash of light appeared on his sword blade, and an even more powerful sword Qi emerged. This bolt of sword Qi was actually dozens of zhang in magnitude, slashing directly toward Long Hao.

However, this recovery process was extremely slow, plunging Princess Yuanfeng into a state of deep hibernation.

As the two of them walked along the path between the palaces, the area being part of the cold palace district was rather dim, making distant objects indistinct. Furthermore, it was the midnight hour of Chou, and not even a single patrolling royal guard was in sight.

Opening his eyes once more, Bei Dou still felt dizzy, but the glittering, golden world around him made it impossible for him to maintain his composure.

Lin Ying sat down almost without hesitation, using her actions to demonstrate her determination to stay! Yet, she spoke with a hint of worry in her voice.

"A secret passage in the clock tower? It seems no records have ever mentioned this secret passage. If it has existed for hundreds or even thousands of years, it really might be related to totems. Fantastic! Can you take me there?" Yu Haomiao pondered for a brief moment, a glimmer of hope and eager anticipation showing in his eyes as he asked.

What Fang Ning said was entirely truthful, without any hidden intention of buttering up the Emperor Ling in hopes of gaining his high regard.

"The Imperial Japanese Army will permanently occupy and rule China, and we have the ability to manage China well. Does Principal Zhu not believe it?" Colonel Hegu's tone was firm.

Listening to Fang Li's tone, this geological survey company seemed to operate all over the United States, and moreover, he didn't appear to have any intention of forcibly disbanding his gang—in fact, he seemed to have intentions of offering support? The moment Mars figured this out, his entire body suddenly surged with energy.

Yet Bei Dou's seemingly objective remark provoked the anger of all the powerhouses present. Even if he, Xuanwen Bei Dou, could kill Niang Bianzi with a flick of his wrist, these words were simply too bullying! They were all formidable powerhouses after all; how could they obediently leave behind dying words?