Chapter 24

"Anquila!" Riding toward the front, Norton’s rigid facial muscles finally showed a flicker of change when he saw that the figure standing at the valley entrance was none other than Anquila himself. He shouted toward him, his stern expression revealing a hint of agitation.

Lin Xiaoxiao’s heart pounded incessantly, and her head spun with waves of dizziness; it took her a long while to regain her composure.

In retrospect, Totori hadn't really spent much time cosplaying as the Railgun that day. A few minutes beating people up at the shop, a few minutes running, and then knocking QB away at the doorstep—it seemed she had felt exhausted after less than ten minutes in total. Was it due to the undergarments or the school badge?

"Oh, if you ask me, this whole thing is a scam," Tang Yu’s mother said as she entered, greeting Father Lin and Grandma Lin before she had even taken a seat.

This left Tang Hao and Tang Xiao feeling incredibly awkward, even though they already knew my personality was exactly as described in the intelligence reports Tang Hao had brought back.

Leng Yihan reached out to pull her into his arms, gazing at her incredibly vivid and beautiful face, and asked with growing curiosity.

The tent flap was lifted, and a man with thick limbs, a short stature, and typical East Asian features strode in. It was Chana, a fierce general under Hai Chidu’s command and the Left Grand Commandant! Exuding a fierce aura, Chana walked straight up to Hai Chidu and bowed in greeting.

The surrounding temperature plummeted rapidly, reaching the freezing point. An eerie chill lingered in the air, relentlessly assailing everyone.

The Feng family of Suzhou was a martial arts clan famous throughout the pugilistic world, though they had been somewhat in decline lately.

Ever since he returned to the capital on that stormy dawn and collapsed at Lotus Garden before Luo Man, he had remained in a coma, completely unconscious. It wasn't until last night that he had finally managed to wake up.

He rose to his feet, his body hunched and his skin sagging, yet there was an indomitable spirit about him that refused to fade.

An ordinary person placed in such a landscape would surely be overcome with terror, their will to survive exhausted.

This was certainly no more painful than long-distance running on soft sand, swimming in freezing seawater, or enduring endless aerobics and obstacle training; the only concern might be falling leaves or shards of glass carried by the wind.

When Jia Long finally wiped her face clean and transformed back into "Jia Long," he finally believed that the person before him was indeed the "Master Long" he had been longing to meet.

These thoughts did not seem like a direct splitting of the soul, but rather like a reflection formed by the soul. However, the soul is an incorporeal entity—how could it have a reflection?

The lobby manager suddenly recalled that Qin Meng had seemed quite respectful toward Li Feibai just moments ago. Could the other disheveled man be Li Feibai? His big boss! If that were true, the man had just declared that the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion could no longer accommodate him, clearly telling him to seek employment elsewhere.

After sitting for a few minutes, Jia Long used an outdoor water bottle to collect a sip of water from a cut in the bark of a breadfruit tree, moistening her parched lips.

The craftsmen Li Feibai had newly brought along were fine; having never been exposed to iron smelting, they remained high-spirited, lured by the reward of ten thousand taels of silver. The original craftsmen of the smelting workshop, however, appeared insecure, fearing they would fail to live up to Li Feibai's expectations. This did not include a blacksmith named Shi Feng.

Lin Meiyan rambled on, reminiscing about their time in the countryside. Ye Xian’s heart skipped a beat: If you can’t even make decisions about your own fields, what is to become of the fifty acres you promised me?

Longxia’s light-body technique was truly dashing, and not every master from Longxia had mastered it; in fact, even among the super-experts of Longxia, few were proficient in traditional Longxia martial arts.

Mo Lei, being a rough man, naturally lacked the delicate sensibility of Jun Moyan. Watching Qiaorou’s evasive words, he felt a sudden surge of frustration. He sat up from the bed with a "thump," completely disregarding the unhealed wounds on his back.

Although a wet nurse was merely a servant, according to the rules of prominent households, she could continue to serve in the Zhu family even after Ming-ge’er was weaned.

At this moment, Zhu Jintang felt no sleepiness at all; his mind remained sharp and clear.

Around seven o'clock the next day, Fan Yiyi woke up. She thought she had risen very early, but she had not expected someone to be up even earlier.

"Reduce heat sensation by eighty percent," Bai Mu read the system instructions in a slow, measured tone.

Quan Shaohuang, standing there stark naked, didn't feel the slightest bit of shame. He simply looked down at her bare feet on the floor, frowned, and leaned forward.

When the doors of the Nourishing Heart Hall were tightly shut, no one knew what had transpired inside. The ministers of the Eastern Commandery, as well as the attendants who had arrived with Lin Xuan and Jun Moyan, all stood guard outside the hall.

The person in his arms breathed softly, the gentle sound brushing against his ear, blending with the whispers of the wind outside the window. It felt as if someone were murmuring somewhere—a sound extremely quiet, yet paradoxically loud.

No matter what Jun Moyu had done or what mistakes he had made before, Lin Xuan firmly believed in her heart that he had been under the influence or bewitchment of Dong Jingrou’s drugs.

"It’s all thanks to Second Brother." She sat down beside her second brother with her spoils, resting her head on his shoulder while muttering to herself.

For a cultivator, the purity of their cultivation power is crucial, but the resilience of their divine intent is equally important.

Teddy Lin Yu stood up. He knew something bad had happened; an expert had isolated the space here. This was the arcane art of world dimensional separation.

After these systems had crippled each other, they gathered together and actually began to brew a brand-new system.

The words from the misty head were full of hatred, but when Ling Fan heard them, he showed no fear or triumph; instead, he was stunned.

"Who do you think you are, daring to challenge Senior Brother Bai? Get out of the Martial Glory Hall immediately, or I won't be so polite." Other disciples rushed over, surrounding Chen Zong with angry faces and a hint of trepidation.