Chapter 92: There Is Still a Chance

“According to reports, Jiang Chen, that scoundrel, has sent out a unit, aiming to annex Jiangnan Province where the old Jiang household is based. Do you know what that means?”
In the locked chamber, Long Yue stared at Zhao Shilong and said quietly, “The Jiang family has already occupied Jiang Province. In a short time, its depth and strength could equal one of the top clans of the Imperial Capital. If they swallow Jiangnan Province as well, then within a year...”
The cultivators all crowded together, and suddenly the white-robed Battle Immortal at the top of the Immortal Terrace came down.
Because he had deep roots in Jiangnan, after it was taken over, the local governments everywhere cooperated, and the harvest went remarkably smoothly. Supplies were plentiful now, and the troops were strong.
“Come on, come on. Yexian Teng was right just now. From now on, let’s call each other brother. Sit down and talk!” Li Liu shouted at them, and Yexian Teng and the other platoon leaders sat down.
Since it could be used, and since Liu Tianyu calculated that the gains would outweigh the risks, Liu Tianyu openly kept the gloves.
The first face to appear on screen was that of the fat officer with the huge face. He lifted a cup of wine and drank it in one gulp.
“I told you I won’t cheat you. There’s food, drink, and silver to share. How, doing business with me, doesn’t that feel safe?” Chi Jing said proudly as he picked up a black-skinned pastry from the table, its white filling, and sent it into his mouth.
“Find out where that tremor came from!” Degenerate Brother shouted while running.
On the wasteland in Guangzhou, Dongguanzi held a wooden stick and stared hard at the big-headed man lying on the ground. He pulled out a hand, took the phone from his pocket, and held it to his ear.
Zhou Xingzu stepped down from the command vehicle in a vest, and with a click loaded his sidearm, tucking it into the gun belt at his waist.
Within the Tianshan Sect, Qing Yao was one of the few top experts among the younger generation—calling her a genius would not be an overstatement. A few years ago she had drifted among several major sects of the Western Regions. Only a handful could spar with her, and even fewer could truly defeat her.
That left the ordinary people smiling bitterly on the cliff. The centerpiece of this trial should have been the duel between the geniuses of the two Uchiha clans. It was already an unexpected delight that Ning Ci could wield the Eight Trigram Sixty-Four Palm.
“I don’t want Xiaojing’s birthday to be worse than anyone else’s. As long as it makes her happy, spending a bit more money is no big deal—I think it’s worth it.” Chen Feng said with a smile.
Yet after searching every room on the twenty-third floor, Zhao Xingchen still found no sign of Xiangyuan. Had he already escaped?
As he spoke, he lifted the boy easily in one arm and, no matter how much the boy kept struggling and flailing, paid it no mind and kept walking toward the village.
As for this Sword-Nurturing Manual, it was almost made for Chu Tian. Chu Tian had the spiritual power needed, he had the conditions for cultivation, and most importantly, this so-called top-tier Mystic-tier martial art was a fragmented piece.
A faint bead of cold sweat appeared on Ning Ci’s brow; originally the whole Xuanwu Island sat on the back of a single turtle.
De De hated most of all being awakened as soon as she had just fallen asleep. Fortunately, Chen An brought up spousal duty, or she would surely have exploded into curses.
Later, Zhong Mingqiu even began to suggest that she take Chen An to see a psychologist, or get him a full physical checkup.
Although it was good practice, Ning Ci seemed to have no idea how to stop; even his acupressure-point strikes were truly real in where they hit.
“Two… billion—no problem?” The scar-faced man, with a dozen heavy men at his side, glared at Wei Xia with predatory eyes.
“The next round—numbers five and six come up.” The stern voice of Hallmaster Hantang immediately quieted the chaotic cheers from below.
It was she who had gone to the dock behind his back, and it was also she who told Zhou Lai about the dock’s abnormal situation. What could she possibly explain?
What Wolf Hongxiang did not know was that, under the protection of the Soul-Fixing Pearl, these claw-like slash attacks had not yet reached the point of adaptation for him, while the others had adapted gradually from the First Stage. That was why he was able to catch up.