Chapter 939: Wind Patterns

"Orphan?" Mo Hua found it hard to believe. "The 'orphan' in Lonely Mountain City—is it really the 'orphan' as in orphaned child?"

"Not entirely," Master Gu explained. "Shancheng borders Gu Mountain, and this Gu Mountain was originally named Gu Huangshan."

"The mountain abounds in bright yellow copper ore—this ore is golden, pure, dazzling, and radiant; when plated onto spirit artifacts, treasures, or palaces, it shines brighter than gold, and is thus highly prized by noble families and elites."

"Later this"

A plain-robed monk stood with his back to them, gazing at an ancient painting. Though heavy snow fell continuously, he wore only a single robe, yet showed no sign of cold—evidencing his profound inner strength.

None of them entered; instead, they chatted at the door, catching up, talking about everything under the sun.

"Sigh, speaking of this, those girls blame me for being heartless—some even call me 'Rong Jiaomama' behind my back…" Mrs. Tu spoke with deep resentment.

This world-ending catastrophe began with a life-or-death battle against the Nine Heavens' Evil Spirits, followed by the descent of the Heavenly Ancestor, who swept all away—the primordial divine spirits all perished, and the clans of the Divine Realm suffered heavy losses.

The entire jar of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was still quite substantial, so after eating it, Zhu and Qingzi could no longer eat anything else.

The two fought purely with physical techniques, not using their full strength—but even so, their battle stirred celestial phenomena, shaking heaven and earth.

To make the Bloodthirsty Pearl lure out the Soul-Siphoning Rod, one must break the Bloodthirsty Pearl's seal, allowing its aura to leak out so the Soul-Siphoning Rod can sense it.

Norway's representative of "world music," consistently presenting the world's purest form of traditional Nordic music; grappa shares an office with the avant-garde label ECM's Norwegian branch and has always kept pace with Europe's new music trends.

The boss nodded frantically, stretching his neck to stare at Qin Hao's phone screen, eager to see how much he paid.

Rest assured, Mr. and Mr., our family's location is highly concealed—ordinary people could never find it.

Madela is so cruel—to build a powerful army, he actually turned people into this?

"Lead troops out of the city?" Hearing Guo Jia say this, Zhao Qing's brow tightened further; just from these words, he knew Guo Jia likely had no good plan either. Leading troops out of the city was indeed correct—but how exactly was it to be done?

"Your Highness means this Deer Island is actually a trap? We're to let them expose it themselves?" Jin Zidian asked.

Seeing his action, Ling Chen finally understood what he intended—he wanted the flying knife to pierce through the leaf and strike the wire. Honestly, it wasn't impossible—only it demanded extraordinary eyesight, mastery of the leaf's rotation pattern, and perfect speed and precision to avoid touching the leaf.

Fortunately, he had experience this time—he yanked off his shoe and sock, and sure enough, his left sole had been pierced again by something, blood spurting out, yet no weapon could be seen.

Wang Yang stepped back two steps, yet his expression showed no fear—instead, he looked at Du Jianfeng with defiant contempt.

The Russian soldiers swaggered, their aura making it clear they didn't regard these military and police forces at all.

That is, recently a security department manager named Shi Renxing came, and this Shi Renxing scolded and glared at them harshly, so they decided to go all out and play a trick on Shi Renxing—planning to flee.

Watching Xu Feng linger for a long time on the first level, the first step of the Nine Absolute Nine Heaven Path, he burst into mocking laughter.

Chen Chong couldn't help rubbing his eyes, then used his night vision goggles again—this time, he saw something even more horrifying.

Lan Ting and Qing'er were close; Rou'er and Mei Lan Zhu Ju all knew this, so they didn't press further. Lan Ting stayed in the hall adjacent to the bedroom, waiting.

"The Fang family has only four men left, yet two are crippled—what can they possibly accomplish!" Han Han shook his head, stepping slowly toward Yunmeng Feixiang—no, he was approaching Fang Chou, who lay in his arms. Apparently, unaware of the truth, he mistakenly classified Yunmeng Feixiang as part of the Fang family.