Volume 1, Chapter 114: She Still Dares to Come Back

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"Indeed, after he took me away, no one tried to stop him the entire time. Once we reached his place, he was like a king—everyone there obeyed his every word."

Yan Qiuning, now recalling those few days of captivity, felt rather despondent, and she didn't even want to think back on that period anymore.

Yang Wuqing could see that aside from looking a bit haggard, she still carried that same resilience as before: "I'll come by every day for the next couple of days to look after you. We're friends—we should help each other."

Yan Qiuning nodded without refusing: "I'm so glad you feel that way. I was worried you might keep me at arm's length."

"Also, you've been gone for so many days—has your husband not noticed anything?...

He knew very well what kind of man the young master was. Unless pushed into a corner with no other choice, the young master would never come into conflict with the official forces.

Huff, huff, huff—Ye Qing collapsed to his knees after unleashing the Shattering Fist, gasping for air. The technique consumed far too much energy; every use drained at least nine-tenths of his cultivation.

"Come, let's go outside and see who it is that would lend aid to our Ming Cult. Even if there's no great master, I will stand with the Ming Cult to the end." Yang Xiao declared grandly.

Downstairs, Fu Jingsi sat on the sofa in front of the television, smoking. From the moment Ji Rou went upstairs until now, he'd already gone through nearly an entire pack.

Soon after, Zhou Yihui and Fang Xinran found seats and sat down. Ye Qing had no choice but to take whichever seat he could find and settle in.

He had just arrived at the entrance of Huose Shenxiang when he saw three police cars parked out front. At this hour, the establishment had only just opened for business—why would the police show up?

If anyone had been there, they would have been astounded to discover that every single one of these people was a martial artist at the Heaven-class pinnacle.

Actually, when he saw her attending the banquet alongside Cheng Hao, Fu Jingsi had been angry, but he wasn't panicked. In his eyes, Cheng Hao posed no threat to him at all, and Ji Rou had no interest in the man anyway.

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Because this military camp was indeed located within the Great Liao's Heaven's Gate Formation, there were naturally some inconvenient and unsafe factors lurking within.

Finally, he lifted it and pulled it forward once more. It was only then that a hidden door, completely unexpected, rose up from the previously intact wall.

Gai Nie and the old man went back and forth, trading dozens of blows with their palms before they began to move and circle each other, weaving between tables and chairs. Though the old man had said he would smash the tables, during his exchange with Gai Nie he deliberately avoided touching them—as if making contact with a table would count as a violation.

"Who goes there!" Lü Bu was stunned, completely caught off guard. He never imagined that anyone in the world could so effortlessly neutralize his attack.

"The best would be to command a fleet—to lead a mighty armada across all four oceans. Though that might be more boastful than realistic, I believed him anyway." As Luo Feifei spoke of this, her eyes sparkled, proof enough that she genuinely trusted "Jiang Ming" harbored such ambitions.

One worker's hand slipped, nearly welding his own hand by accident. He shot a wary glance inside, changed his gloves, and got back to work with even greater effort.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes lit up. Gao Yixuan, who had just been ignored, looked completely bewildered—what on earth was happening?

Yingjun groggily crawled out of bed, and upon hearing that they were going to the mining area, his eyes immediately brightened: "The mining area—isn't that the diamond mine? Great, Third Brother, I'm on my way!" After last night's heavy eating and drinking, the rapport between Yingjun and Long San had improved considerably, and Yingjun now addressed Long San as Third Brother as well.

After Yingjun finished handling the matter, Lin Ruoxi looked at Bald Qiang and Iron Snake with concern and said, "They were beaten this badly trying to save me." Besides, Lin Ruoxi had always been kind-hearted by nature.

"Sorry, Li Bing. The situation was critical just now, so I had no choice but to resort to that method." Yingjun offered an apologetic smile.

At that moment, two burly men in black-and-yellow striped outfits came sweeping out of the shadows toward them, the U-shaped magic horseshoes in their hands glinting coldly in the darkness.

Mo Henying met them head-on. In the instant they crossed paths, his wand rippled with wave after wave of flowing light, curling upward layer upon layer, while the magic crystal ball in his other hand shot forth with erratic, darting speed.

Although the Japanese government had anticipated the shockwave, falling debris, and inclement weather caused by the collapse, and had warned the citizens beforehand, hearing about it was vastly different from witnessing it with one's own eyes. Such an eerie spectacle was enough to make even Long Fei involuntarily recall omens of the apocalypse.

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Yu Yanluo displayed the strength of a peerless prodigy. Her delicate hands moved with grace yet brimmed with killing intent. Every sword stroke carried the great principles of nature, merging into heaven and earth. The sword aura drifted with the wind, annihilating everything in its formless path.

Seeing this, Zhi Mu tapped his wooden staff twice, and vines extended from the earthen spikes, binding the two men tightly.

"Wang Shen!" Kong Yanzhou roared with all his might. Instead of retreating, he spurred his horse forward. The enraged steed reared and lunged ahead like a massive battering ram, while the mace in his hand whirled into a blur of black light.

It's gotten to the point where I still haven't figured out why we traveled back to ancient times.

Hua Mitao took out her storage pouch and handed it directly to Li Que, but how could Li Que possibly accept it? In the end, he simply couldn't out-stubborn Hua Mitao.

"Shi... Young Master Shi, how about... how about we just call this off this time?" Matthew saw that the other side was actually serious this time, and Shi Yingxiong had even called him up to the stage to fight together. His heart immediately filled with anxiety, and he stammered out the words.

"Knight Lef is only keeping us out of the castle because he's wary of us. Is there really any need to get inside his castle?" Jones asked in confusion.

He'd thought he could wrap this up quickly, but it was all useless—she wasn't buying any of it. And he wasn't stupid either, not by a long shot.

Marshal Lin, having failed time and again in his analysis, began to grow restless and irritable once more. His entire sea of consciousness was once again flooded with anxiety, and that screeching, violent voice began to slowly resurface.

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