72 The Sorcerer 03

“The Black family has received offerings from our Bu family for hundreds of years, yet they refuse to lend their aid,” the Fifth Elder said angrily.

Victory in tonight’s game is critical for the Bulls; everyone knows that losing two home games in a row will spell disaster for them.

Cang Luo had never tasted the spiritual root tea from the Xing family, so he had no idea what kind of spirit tea this was.

Brother Wooden Shoes lowered his head and shoveled food into his mouth with a vengeance, his resentment having nowhere to go and I happened to become the object of his complaints.

Zhao Hong looked at them helplessly; he had already spoken about this before, but no one paid much attention. After all, everyone had entered society, and there was no one like a teacher anymore! He spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and his face expressed his resignation.

Putting all of that aside, the Raptors inbounded the ball from the baseline. Liu Mang threw himself back into the match.

The remaining primary weapon was akin to a hook-scythe spear—something that, even if converted, would probably be another long spear. Martin had no idea how to use it.

At this point, Bu Qiaoqiao knew that following the bell, who was familiar with the terrain, was the only way to survive. The three of them strode westward at a run.

“Oooh—” A ghostly sound drifted up from the endless abyss below, and countless spectral figures, as if emboldened by some mysterious force, grew excited amidst the chilling wind.

They had initially hoped to wait for the young leader from Danding City to scout ahead, so they could righteously claim to be acting for the safety of the Chiyou Continent and follow behind Lan Lingdang.

Xu Chen turned to ask, already somewhat certain in his mind. He scanned his surroundings sharply, knowing some dangers must be anticipated early and some exploitable opportunities must be found—he was preparing for a major undertaking.

By now, Lan Ran was likely preparing to fake his own death, for after the operation of “Mirror Flower, Water Moon,” he would need to deceive all the captains, including old man Yamamoto—there could be no room for error.

Mo Yunfan’s words struck a sensitive nerve in Jun Moxuan. Thinking of Jun Muchen, who had taken away his beloved and held much greater prestige, he felt deeply embarrassed. If not for him, Lan Xing’er would have long become his Blue Consort in every sense, and now her whereabouts remained unknown.

Jun Moxuan’s grave demeanor rekindled hope in Shui Dingdang’s heart. A thousand emotions surged within her, but she found herself speechless. A man she’d met by chance was willing to keep his promise for her—warmth flowed through her entire being.

This timing conflicted with the reporting time stipulated by the Chinese Football Association, and because communication was poor, misunderstandings arose between both parties.

At Kingston Communications Stadium, Mauricio Pochettino sighed—third place again. What was his youth team lacking? Was it because someone was missing?

Shi Xian knew the rumors outside; many blamed him for Xiao Wangzhi’s death, and indeed, that was the truth. Yet on the surface, he followed Liu Shi’s orders in everything regarding Xiao Wangzhi, so no fault could be found.

Nearly ten corpse crows flew toward Rosen’s window, only to be met by four chains of light, whistling forth. The chains’ force, though far less than a casual blow from Jiang Qingyin, still pierced through several corpse crows in an instant.

Changlian Shin was furious at his will being overridden to forcibly support Yano Shinji as successor to the Fifth Three Maru, but beneath that anger was a deeper fear: if she and the Fifth Three Maru had lost authority in the eyes of their retainers, things would take a grave turn!

“Auntie, this is our own plane, sent especially for you,” Qin Shaojie explained.

Not a single servant in Tianfu Palace dared breathe. The emperor, always fond of the empress, was furious—and so furious that only after he stormed out did the servants dare make any sound at all.

The opposite of climbing a mountain, climbing a sand dune was difficult, but descending was easy. Before long, Wild Brother and his companions, men and horses alike, arrived at the sun-scorched base of the sand hill.

“No! I would rather die than marry Hayato and Yuta!” Fangzi lost control instantly upon hearing Kameda say that even after death, she’d have to marry Wild Man.

Just as Qin Shaojie prepared to descend the stairs, the alarm suddenly sounded.

“Did I set you up?” Ling Lie was baffled; he had never imagined such a report would appear.

Meanwhile, things grew lively on Yan Yue’s side. The two brothers, usually silent, now had a perfect excuse for Yan Yue to tease them mercilessly.

“Senior Sister, what’s the matter?” Qin Shaojie asked, seeing her expression and thinking she’d discovered something new.

Zhao Yan was stunned, looking at the bag in her hand. She felt a million reasons for reluctance—was it because Han Yu had given it to her?

“Liangzhou? Is it the same Liangzhou as in 'A solitary city amidst towering mountains'?” Wild Brother asked in surprise.

Old Bai touched his chest, his eyes suddenly sharp, then muttered under his breath.

Xu Qian’s eyes widened. Was his second brother joking? That old Qin—wasn’t he just an ordinary man? How could he be a Taijing-level immortal cultivator?

Chen Qingju’s head was pierced by a pale yellow crystal, a bloody hole appearing on her forehead as her body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

The grains cultivated by the people were hemp, millet, broomcorn, wheat, and beans. Hemp was used for clothing and papermaking; wheat was most suitable for eating and was the main staple. The others were used by wealthy families for cakes and porridge, only the poorest relied on them for food. Thus, the first phase’s goal was simply to ensure everyone had enough to eat.