Volume One, Chapter 50: Unmoved by Honor or Disgrace

You must understand, Ye Feng is now a brigade commander—the second-in-command at the Xin'an City base. If anything were to happen to him, no one could bear the responsibility.
Without speaking openly, Ye Mo leaned close to Yang Linna's ear and whispered in a voice only she could hear.
Tang Jing seemed to notice something. He picked up a sheet from the cardboard tube; there were stains on it, marks left behind as if something had been wrapped inside.
Abu would then separate the fur, bones, and meat, drying the meat to make jerky. Jiang Yun always scoffed at this, but Abu, acting as the housekeeper, claimed a gourd for herself. Whenever she wanted something, she had Jiang Yun put it away for her.
"Yellow Robe, the True Martial Fist of Lord Xuanji from years ago—how many stars of framework could it produce?" Jiang Yun asked Yellow Robe in his sea of consciousness.
"But... Demon Chief, shouldn't we escape first? Is it really the time to rest?" A virus carrier immediately questioned.
The attack methods and spells of cultivators number in the millions; for a novice who has only practiced for a few months, this is clearly a dire situation.
Moving upward, the closer to the surface, the closer to death it felt. Though there was no overt aura of destruction above, a faint, invincible force of law seemed to tug at them.
The 107th Regiment parachuted directly into the city, joining forces with the survivor militias to purge the invading zombies from within.
"Yes!" The three shouted excitedly. Though digging drainage trenches was tough work, their spirits were high. While it was challenging to dig through rock, the weakest among their three teams was already in the fasting stage of cultivation—a far cry from splitting a mountain peak, so this task was not impossible.
Yet, his two ancient abilities of three-star rank—Emotion Control and Perception—had only broken through to the fifth level.
Such a vast distance was, for now, merely a set of numbers; he couldn't even conceptualize it in his mind.
Just as Bian Bi'an prepared to carry Zhang Yiyi back, Yang Junjie’s voice came from outside the lounge.
"Youth, where are you from, and where are you headed? And what is in your belly?" A dignified-looking middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Nagato’s words brimmed with guilt... Due to his health, he never appeared before the Rain Shinobi leadership.
During his year with Akatsuki, thanks to his outstanding medical ninjutsu, he was entrusted with important tasks... He had learned many of Akatsuki’s secret strongholds.
Guangzhou had already fallen to the Yuan army, but the Yuan marshal Lü Shikui, unable to supply his troops and horses, withdrew from Guangzhou to Shaozhou for provisions. Wang Daofu and Ling Zhen, under Zhang Zhensun's command, attacked Guangzhou in two directions, shooting dead the Yuan general Liang Xiongfeng at Liuyuan Bridge, and retaking the city once more.
Shaolin Group’s tourism and film star exports flourished everywhere; the manufacturing of Buddhist beads and sandalwood items also thrived.
Especially when the other appeared before her: that feeling of salvation in absolute despair made her eternally grateful... The Wind Demon clan had made the right choice; she had once thought her death was certain.
His military dagger was already broken, and the seized short knife was marred with jagged notches.
What they felt from the pill was a certain aura, a real sensation—something they never noticed before.
The Elephant clan itself was formidable, and as a direct descendant, the power in his blood was highly concentrated.
"Encountered? Who else could possibly have such a thing but you? Are you planning to use it against us?" Chen Lang’s face darkened, startled by Qin Zheng’s words.
Sure enough, as the Harmonization Pill vanished, another item shimmered with five-colored light, flying from the Buddha’s palm into Bai Kun’s hand. Its self-contained realm gave Bai Kun a moment of clarity.
The young man, after smashing the heads of four men, acted as if he had done something insignificant, his face showing an unprecedented calm.
Well, it doesn’t matter. Tang Ye paid them no mind. They probably knew they were no match for him. As long as he didn’t provoke them, they wouldn’t court death on their own.
Seeing Ji Yi walk away directly, a few disciples from nearby sects exchanged glances, then began to leave in groups as well.
Tang Ye’s actions seemed to have dramatically altered his ill reputation in the eyes of the crowd.

When Hou Yi longed day and night for the Golden Crow princes to leave Tanggu, hoping for a chance to slay them, the princes within Tanggu were even more anxious than Hou Yi himself.
"Even if we kill Wan Jialiang, it’s on American soil. How do we leave safely?" Lu Yunfei was truly concerned about this.
"Is that so?" Liang Shutong’s lips curled involuntarily, her eyes turning as if pondering something.
Next came those close to the Liu family, though only a portion; the Liu family had offended the Ji clan this trip, and anyone with sense could see the disparity between the two families.
Second was the Huang family. Then the Gu family. Lastly, a middle-aged man in green led a group of unaffiliated cultivators.
"Have you two fought enough?" A clear, elegant voice sounded again, flowing like water and mist, as if a celestial melody echoed through the ages.
The Xuanwu Venerable could not have failed to notice the divine clan youth, yet he did not act, and Huo Ziyin said not a word.
Yunye was shocked. He had always thought the Ten-Thousand-Mile Red Mountain Villa relied on its wealth and power to dabble in black market salt trading and such.
The driver glanced at Jade, honked at several cars, but got no response. The driver sat motionless in the jam, as if lifeless; no one got out, everything seemed frozen in time.
The two elders gazed at each other in silence for more than ten breaths. A hundred years of guardianship, a hundred years of shared trials—this departure might well be their last farewell.