Chapter 114: The Fishing Succeeds

“Could it be them?” asked Huang Quanwang in a low voice.

Hei Xiongwang walked forward with a simple smile, “Even if it’s not them, they’re still connected.”

His youngest son vanished in Cuiluo Mountain; Bai Langwang also vanished in Cuiluo Mountain. Now a grand temple called Daluo Palace has suddenly appeared there, founded by a Daoist. If Black Bear King believed these two events were unrelated, he wouldn’t believe anything.

On that day, as soon as he concluded Bai Langwang was dead, Black Bear King also

“Ran Qiuxin told me to focus on training troops and wait for her signal. When the time comes, launch a surprise attack on Donghua—then the three coastal provinces will belong to Fusang,” said Fujioka Ikue.

If that’s the case, there’s only one possibility: I underestimated Jiang Mo’s true strength.

“You shouldn’t involve yourself. They’re too many—go first. Save whoever can escape,” Ye Tong said firmly.

But this “bouncing ball” was only a rough prototype with little practical use; instead, a device called “Spikes” surprised Li Zheng greatly.

Lin Feng had said this Yufeng Lietu Men was a branch of the False Sect—surely they wouldn’t let someone die without helping?

Jiang Mo’s lips curled slightly; his figure flickered forward, blocking the man’s long blade with his bare fists.

“You think you can kill me? You lack the ability!” Jiang Mo’s entire body erupted in roaring flames, illuminating the gloomy, ghost-filled sky.

Seeing the other recognized him, Sui Bian’s mouth twitched; panic surged within him—he feared this would draw the Mu family’s wrath.

Mu Xuanli knew separation was painful and understood Lin Qi’s feelings. He turned back again, but sighed helplessly.

“Hunyuan True Body!? I’ve heard others mention it before, but what exactly is the Hunyuan True Body?” Gu Yu asked humbly, like a diligent student seeking guidance from Hu Meier whenever he encountered something he didn’t understand in cultivation.

No matter how strong the Shadow Legion is, it remains merely a hidden organization. Once the army turns its gaze upon it, it will be reduced to ashes.

“Big brother, you mean he’s Gu Yu? You’re not mistaken, are you?” Lang Wu suddenly stared in shock at the boy, his face bruised and frail.

“Why am I here?” Luo Qi sat up, pushed him away again, rubbed her eyes, and surveyed her surroundings.

Inside the carriage, Mu Lingxue had been deeply sleepy, but Feng Guqiu’s loud chewing noise buzzed like a mosquito in her ear—annoying, unavoidable, and she didn’t want him to notice, so she kept her eyes closed and pretended to sleep.

Ning Xiang’s father stood firmly rooted, as if unwilling to go—he believed going would be useless.

Hu Ming cursed inwardly, a flicker of barely noticeable disdain flashing in his eyes. No one understood better than these National Assembly members the true state of the Beiyang faction in Congress. Not even comparable to the largest party, the Kuomintang, let alone the Republican Party, which housed the puppet president.

All reporters who read the telegram were stunned—this wasn’t “peaceful unification” at all; it was coercion, bribery, and outright plunder.

“Xu Qingyuan, this has nothing to do with you.” Frustrated by his endless chatter, Luo Qi struggled to move away from him.

The one who gained the most was Wang Jin, the Grand Commander—don’t forget, Anhui’s first canned food factory was opened by him in Huoshan. After years of vigorous development, the Huoshan Canning Factory has grown into a colossal food enterprise, dominating Liu’an and radiating across the Two Rivers, reaching deep into the Central Plains.

After all, compared to the strange feeling we had when the three of us were together earlier, I prefer how they are now.

I smiled and nodded to them, then finally let my gaze settle on Qi Lenan.

Especially when Shi Zhongdi declared that his disciples could learn from anyone except Body Cultivators, all major factions made up their minds.

Unfortunately, there’s no regret pill sold in life, and Tong Tian had now resolved to cool these people off—otherwise, the upcoming conversation might not proceed so easily.

“Him? Just an ordinary friend I know—not close at all,” J replied. He didn’t exaggerate, and he vaguely guessed why Xiang Gangtian mentioned Liu Yi.

I quickly pulled out my phone; when I saw the caller ID read “Ye Rong,” I didn’t dare delay a moment and answered immediately.

As the man fell silent, Zhou Xiaolian furrowed her brow and gripped the pillow behind her.

Chen Xiaoran glanced at Wang Yuan, smiled faintly, and said nothing. He poured more wine into his own cup.

Moreover, if they truly came to collect debts, they’d be in the right—debt must be repaid; an employer withholding wages, and employees demanding payment, is entirely reasonable.

My voice scattered in the headwind, weak and powerless like occasional willow fluff brushing past.

In August, Beijing’s temperature reached over thirty degrees, yet Shang Xue felt as if she’d been thrown into an ice cellar.

Although the food had been prepared and left on the table, her parents were still not home. Realizing this, for some reason, Lin Shuang felt a hollow emptiness in her chest.

“Got it. I miss my air conditioner!” Lin Shuang sent Qin Dou a crying emoji.

Qiao Yu sighed, feeling trapped in a dead-end loop named Xia Nuanxin, unable to escape.

But now, Pei Ran glanced at the man beside her with a smile, her lips involuntarily curving upward—this outstanding man, once so noble that she felt inferior, his feelings, she now clearly understood.

Who’s a widow and orphan? Your brother isn’t dead yet! Anger flared in my chest—I was about to lash back, when suddenly I remembered something.

Expand the recruitment area: transform Tradofo’s previous limited enrollment from just three or four nearby kingdoms to an entire Southwest Continent-wide scope—this would inevitably attract many apprentices with magical talent to Tradofo Academy.

Ignoring the situation here, Yalde pulled out the map he received from Hel and began studying his destination.

“Actually… there’s another way to reach Longji Continent…” Di Ba hesitated, then suddenly said.

Yun Wanhua snorted, turning her head away—she saw Zhang Tong still there, showing no sign of leaving.

Amid this frantic cultivation, within just a few days, Wenxin broke through to Level Four Martial Disciple.

Afterwards, Zhen Yuan continued his cultivation, remaining calm and unmoved from start to finish.