Volume 1, Chapter 29: You Need Helpers

Saladin arrived at the scene, though it was unclear exactly when. Evidently, despite his claim that he would not "see them off," he could not help himself.

Suddenly, the arrow of blood halted its forward momentum in mid-air, ultimately losing its force and drifting slowly to the ground.

For the Jazz, the feeling was dire; they could hardly distinguish which issue was the most pressing—their offense or their defense?

Ahn Sung-woo was no less surprised than Min Sun-ye and the others. He had expected to merely perform on stage, not to replace Jessica. He cast an inquiring look at Jessica, but she only showed him the back of her head as she headed toward the trainees.

Tao Zi had originally intended to stay, even if it meant death. However, the recent brush with disaster, where Young Master Xue had used her as a human shield to facilitate his own escape, left her deeply disillusioned—disappointed in her companion and disappointed in the organization.

Liu Kehong remained within the Dragon Guard Fortress, speaking into the light screen display in the command room, where his four chief commanders listened in silence.

Qian Chao made no arrangements, merely instructing everyone to appear on time should a call for assembly arrive. After leaving Qian Chao’s quarters, Di Jia was dragged away by Huang Tu, who insisted on showing him the barracks. Although Di Jia had been in the A-rank Battalion for five or six days, he had barely explored most of the camp.

Upon hearing her son’s phrasing, Ye Xingchen was filled with conflicting emotions. She was comforted by her son’s filial piety and thoughtfulness, but the matter was too complicated to explain.

"Lou Sisi, why do you keep making calls? Long-distance is expensive, don't you know that?" Seventeen stormed over and yanked out the telephone cord.

As he walked into the shop, a cold voice greeted him. Ye Hen looked over to see a man in military uniform, writing something at a table.

"Alright, follow me." With those words, the cultivator led the way inside. Luo Tian and Shen Yang exchanged glances before following. They had no other choice, and honestly, they had no desire to run. Once they entered the stone gate, it lowered shut behind them.

Lin Jian had originally intended to acquire some decent equipment before the competition—at least a General-grade blade. However, plans could not keep up with the changes; he had been kept in the second special training session until the day before the competition, leaving him no time to procure gear.

With a metallic clang, the sword was blocked by the opponent’s flying dagger. The dagger’s luster dimmed, its spiritual energy plummeted, and it emitted a mournful whine; it had clearly suffered significant damage.

Du Ziping learned of the matter and, intrigued by Lu Feng, visited his estate. Lu Feng’s son, Lu Zhong, was bewildered by his father’s actions and asked for the reason.

It was simple: by listening. The footsteps of a starving prisoner and a well-fed one sounded distinctly different.

"Are you saying that Xiao Ye is actually Chen Qi’s territory? In this recent anti-drug operation, the Screen remained unscathed, yet the Xiao Ye, which is on the same level, suffered a disastrous failure. It’s not normal." Ling Qi said, tilting her head toward the driver’s seat, questioning whether the driver could be trusted.

As the four approached, Lin Feng lowered his embroidered spring blade and gave a gentle flick. Sensing danger, the poison-horned insect vibrated its tattered wings, but unable to fly and with two legs severed by its opponent, it struggled to crawl.

Just as the man attempted to flee again, a sword gleam appeared in the air, slicing him in two at the waist. The gleam circled in the air and returned, hooking the man’s treasure pouch back with it.

The waiter beamed, hurriedly filling the cup. Without waiting for Lin Feng to touch it, he drank it in one gulp, smacked his lips, and grinned, his face radiating satisfaction.

Xu Gui waved, his expression warm and amiable, while the Han Emperor also lifted the carriage curtain and waved to demonstrate his closeness to the people.

Li Xiya entered his friend channel, only to find that Li Bianqing and Xu Hongdou had sent numerous messages throughout the day.

Li Xiya wiped his mouth and proceeded to craft 47 stone longbows, finally arriving at the wooden arrow tower.

Li Luo: "Results come tomorrow. Are you two just running around the streets all day?" Did they not need to make a living?

He noticed that Seria was clutching the Scarlet Fireball wand tightly, her eyes fixed intently on the distant hills.

Looking around, *The Richest Man in Xihong City* held an overwhelming advantage over its competitors. As a popcorn movie, it possessed absolute dominance.

The manager continued to describe the man’s appearance, which matched Cheng Jianshe perfectly. Meeting him now for a meal meant he was either asking for a favor or harbored ill intentions.

After buying the sheep, she specifically went to the department store to purchase seasonings for roasting.

Some of the bellflower sprouts in the field had died, but others remained; she just needed to buy more seeds to replant.

They did not run too far. Bai Yun’s team reached the fourth floor and turned right. Xi Liqiang forced the door open; in such an environment, the sound was insignificant and went completely unheard.

Seeing this, Feng Ye quickly drew his longsword and slashed horizontally through the air. A massive sword aura, accompanied by surging spiritual power, erupted and collided with the sword shadow in mid-air.

Although this alliance did not fundamentally resolve the issues in the Northern Territories, from then on, the Xianbei tribes, Rouran, Fuyu, and other states all held the Ji-Han as supreme. Nominally, the Ji-Han became the hegemon of the grasslands, and for ten years, no force dared to challenge its authority.

"Hey, let me out! Let me out!" She shouted loudly from within, pounding against the barrier.

Furthermore, the past few days had been calm, though that was merely a surface phenomenon; in reality, the undercurrents remained turbulent.