Volume One, Chapter 57: Eggplants in the South, Melons in the West

He was dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a peachwood sword in his hand. Along the blade ran a winding red mark, resembling a coiling fire dragon. Now that there were several members of the Dragon Sanction Squad at his disposal, leaving them idle would be a waste; he had to find something for these fellows to do. Judging from his tone, it seemed he had already fought with the monster that left the claw mark—and the beast had clearly been defeated and fled, which was why he spoke so confidently. But at that moment, the searing pain in my leg turned my mind to utter chaos; I could scarcely think of any solution.

Yunfei considered himself the epitome of generosity; seeing such brotherly affection, he was willing to spare even the rarest elixirs to help them celebrate. He felt this place held deep significance and approved of Sakuragi Hanamichi’s arrangements. The young instructor pressed his point, step by step, forcing Li Yang into a corner. If Li Yang dared not accept the challenge and shrank back before so many classmates, he might as well give up on making a name for himself at the Central Academy—it would be hard even to hold his head up. In truth, I had already attempted it many times before; with the help of dragon soul energy, leaping five or six meters was no challenge for me. Moreover, Xu Yu had once told me that with diligent practice, I could even ride the energy to fly—so I was utterly confident about landing atop this stone coffin.

“Many thanks to General Bai for rescuing us!” Once they recovered from Bai Qi’s overwhelming might, the Golden Roc Clan—led by Patriarch Golden Feather—knelt before Bai Qi. Thirdly, it could change its own form: for instance, merge into a nanobot computer or a nanobot pistol. These were objects made up of nanobots, not merely manufactured from them. Dongfang Yunyang knew his wife, Xishan Hongye, was worried about him. A warm feeling swept through his heart; he had indeed suffered some injuries, but had not wanted her to see. Yet, seeing her determined and earnest gaze, in the end, he relented.

“Some things may have ranks and grades, but certain things should never be divided by worth or status,” said Platinum Crow.

Lin Chu curled his lips in disdain; if he had a sister like that, he’d have drowned her in the toilet—truly heartless. In the story, there was Li Xiangjun, the clever consort, Xuan Zhao, and some other names he wasn’t sure were real or made up. The attacks of blood-red lightning were precise and swift, striking all five wood-style clones conjured by Dongfang Yunyang. Lin Chu took Yu Sile and boarded Lin Jiamao’s car; both Lin Jiamao and the driver exchanged amused glances. Dongfang Yunyang glanced at Ye Jiu and could easily tell from his expression that he was reluctant to leave the wooden cabin.

“No pouting,” Ji Minai replied resolutely. A true man never backs down—he would not compromise this time. When the time came, the Empress Dowager would surely appoint a stern matron to oversee his every move; any mistake would be punished without mercy. The old man sported a short, bristly mustache, and his single crimson eye was sunken deep in its socket. Indeed, he had been born with only one eye, set squarely in the center of his brow, like a blood-red candle flame.

Closing in! Closer! Jin Yuan was drawing ever nearer to De Gea and the Manchester United goal. The remaining United fans at Old Trafford did everything possible—waving arms, making noise—to distract him, but Jin Yuan was unmoved. Clearly, this was due to how the match had started; the opening had played out in a way no one had anticipated.

Cui Xuanliang was trembling with fear. Looking back, he saw a masked man in gray rushing toward him, while in the distance, a horde of Japanese swordsmen were slashing wildly—everywhere was a slaughterhouse. How could he possibly escape alive? He could only cling to Old Chen and Old Lin, the three of them huddling in the grass, not daring to move, terrified of being struck by a hidden dart.

Is this truly the face of Xue Yuan, the woman he once loved so deeply? Bu Jingyun gazed silently, and an indescribable sweetness welled up in his heart.

Far away in another plane, Xiao Wuyin stared emptily at the image on the river’s surface—she still could not save this man who had surprised her.

The audience’s approval meant there was a market, and where there was a market, there was high income. These things went hand in hand. Yet such actors made up less than ten percent; the rest, like Mendes now, lived bitter, struggling lives.

Guo Zhuocheng felt a strange emotion—he wondered whether their combat skills remained, whether they still possessed the traits they once had.

King Dan of Zhao had appointed General Lian Po as Chancellor but had not summoned him back. Thus, Lian Po, commanding hundreds of thousands in Shangdang, would not return, rendering the position of Chancellor a mere formality. All governmental affairs naturally fell to the Department of Summer, so as Grand Marshal of Summer, he was not much different from the Chancellor.

But at that moment, green vines streaked with blood-red light burst from beneath the grand hall, snaking up like poisonous serpents to bind Gu Tianyi’s hands and feet tightly.

Just then, the Sasuke wreathed in lightning suddenly split into three—two shadow clones appearing at his side.

Yuan Yaoyao could sense how genuine his words were, but she disliked the way he pleaded.

There was no time to resupply now. Once things were settled here, he would have to restock dozens of Flying Thunder God kunai.

Shen Mo opened his eyes again—he had returned to the Laifu Woodcarving Shop, and the mission reward prompt echoed in his mind.

Not all citizens were indifferent to the deeds of these criminals; some had even encountered them up close, or been caught up in their affairs and later rescued, and so on.