Chapter 148: First Day of February, Striving to Write at Least Three Hundred Thousand Words in Twenty-Eight Days

First day of February, striving to write at least three hundred thousand words in twenty-eight days.

"Don't leave yet; I must get the truth." Sui Benyou forcibly pinned Wu Di to the chair, then stood up and left. The moment he stepped out, the door slammed shut with a clang, followed immediately by the sound of a lock being turned. No need to look to know he was under house arrest.

Zhuo Junlin fell silent. If Yan says so, I believe it. If you say Junlin can rest easy, then I will rest easy. In this life, you can only be by my side, only by my side.

Black Mountain's old face flushed crimson, his meridians bulging across his skin, his swollen muscles making him appear even more formidable than Lu Hui, yet he still could not break free from Lu Hui's casual grip.

"Tch, eat it yourself; I won't touch such junk food," Lu Chengfeng said disdainfully.

But now, faced with the occasional strange glances from those around her, Cai Yan could do nothing but endure in silence.

Leaving Liu Bei's military tent, Gao Shu let out a sigh of relief. Half of his mission for this trip had been accomplished; he hoped the other half would proceed as smoothly.

Wu Chuang swallowed with difficulty, yet resolutely took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with He Fang.

The final beam rifle was modeled after the standard equipment of the Assault-type Armed Robot. It could fire continuous sweeping beams. Though its power was not strong, as a standard issue weapon, it was clearly several tiers superior to the single-shot Magic Crystal Rifle. It would hold an absolute advantage against enemy infantry.

In Qingxiu City, the Qingxiu Demon King and his close friend wore expressions of worry, anxious about the upcoming battle.

"Let us first go see the City Lord, Zhu Baoguo, and let the soldiers rest properly," Zhuo Junlin said, riding ahead first.

"The Wuhou lineage practices the Eight Trigrams and the art of evasion, while the Quiet Cultivators nurture the Daoist vital energy. I recall a Zhuge Wentian from a hundred years ago; he should be your elder, correct?" the old man Jin asked Zhuge Xiongfeng.

"Boss, did you do that?" He Bin's voice sounded somewhat weak. His condition was not good, and even after so much time, he had not recovered.

The light before him shifted once more, turning into a dim red illuminated by molten lava. For some reason, this light, which usually felt oppressive, appeared quite lovely in Xian Sheng's eyes at that moment.

She sorted through the items she had bought one by one, and when she reached that piece of clothing... Gu Jiujiu's face flushed red.

"Guests who violate the rules here, do you still need me to teach you what to do?" Song Yuyan said to the manager.

As various factions departed, the Seven Stars Imperial Treasure Appraisal Assembly on the Seven Stars Imperial Island gradually faded from public view.

Jiang Ruan approached with an expressionless face, slashing a camouflage mark across Wang Zhong's neck without the slightest hesitation.

Zhan Tian initially used his physical advantage to ambush and kill five enemies while severely injuring three. However, the remaining twenty-nine experts were far more cautious, refusing to engage in close combat. Zhan Tian wielded a large sword he had picked up, maneuvering against them, but he did not wish to continue like this.

In a daze, he vaguely felt someone laughing and someone touching his body.

He then walked toward the next stone door. Inside were still artifacts, mostly defensive gear: about two thousand five hundred late Heavenly-grade defensive items, including fifty mid-Saint-grade defensive armors, inner vests, and so on.

"Heavens, if this continues, I might have to give up!" Arnold wailed. Their rations were nearly exhausted; if they found no supplies, they would likely starve to death.

"I don't mind, but I am worried about your health, Senior Sister!" Yang Sanyang looked at Daoyuan, who was so thin his skin clung to his bones, his skin as black as coal, looking more like a monkey than himself.

"Of course! My head hurts so much! I'm going to die! Waaah!" the giant dragon began to cry, its face displaying a human-like expression of grievance.

"How am I alive again!" Zang Yun thought. But just as he intended to counterattack Wang Long, his internal condition prevented him from even lifting his hand.

"Second son, I haven't received news from you in several months; I thought you were already gone," Guo Da said.

Even the homeroom teacher, Old Liu, greatly praised Wang Long's attitude and gave him an encouraging look.

A sharp glint flashed in Qi Yun's eyes. His steel blade unsheathed, three points of energy covered the blade, and all his vital energy erupted as he swept the blade horizontally in a single strike.

Although Mu Wan did not know the exact relationship between Mo Ting and this Mi Xue, seeing that Mo Ting had actually hurt Meng Xiaoxiao for Mi Xue's sake made Mu Wan extremely angry.

Wang Qingshan had also reached the peak of the Demon Immortal realm. Though it seemed only a single step separated him from the Dao realm, he still needed a tremendous opportunity to truly advance.

This place is guarded by a great formation; it would be very difficult for the Supreme God Hou Tu to perceive the subtle movements here.

Looking at Chu Ci, whose aura was in chaotic disarray before him, Xue Shi Qing casually said, "You are quite good, able to block my casual strike. But the next strike will surely kill you. You will never understand the gap between the peak of Tribulation Transcendence and the peak of Great Vehicle." Her voice was filled with such confidence.

Her slender jade hand, soft as boneless flesh, was wrapped within his large palm. A strange sensation surged through his entire body, like an electric shock, causing a numbness that made his body waver unsteadily against the wall twice.

According to Li Hongzhang, he could completely use this opportunity to pull those overseas students under his banner with a single stroke; it was merely a matter of an imperial decree plus a little reward.

Seeing Li Pinghai suddenly stop, Gousheng felt the opportunity had arrived. He moved both hands, conjuring two spiritual energy spheres, one yin and one yang, attacking Li Pinghai from front and back.

With a squelch, the ox head burst like a balloon and collapsed onto the ground. Yuan Sanye boldly reached out to touch it, finding only a thin layer of ox hide. It felt quite soft; it was a fine hide, she thought.

With this mindset, Yi Lian fought with increasing ease, while the dragon began to struggle. It had been trapped for no less than a century, its cultivation largely depleted, and it had just expended a great deal of spiritual energy to escape before Yi Lian could break the Dragon-Sealing Pool. Now, it was gradually running out of strength.

Yue Fei, with cold eyes, charged toward Zhang Jiao. Seeing the seemingly invincible Yue Fei, Zhang Jiao's gaze turned cold, and he appeared to be chanting some kind of spell.