Chapter 289

Seeing them stare at him, Tong Ming Shiren nodded slightly, said nothing, and led the group toward the guest quarters prepared by Jiushan Sect.

Walking farther away, he glanced at the young master scampering toward Zheng Fa, then whispered to the Sect Master of Qingmu Sect: "How is this disciple's talent?"

The Nascent Soul Sect Master of Qingmu Sect paused, then honestly replied: "Dual elemental roots—his talent isn't great, but he has some aptitude for talisman arts."

Tong Ming

Nan Gong Qu stepped forward, grabbed Zhu Han by the arm, and gripped her shoulders tightly as he snarled: "Who am I?!" Each word spat from his teeth brimmed with fury—deep, thick, seething rage.

An Shou's hands clenched tightly, beads of sweat rising along his neck, terror drenching him from head to toe.

Seeing the sincerity in the man's eyes, Zhu Han nodded, instantly feeling as safe as a hedgehog that had shed its thorns and found armor—yes, no need to worry anymore; someone would protect her. A sense of dependence arose, and the unease in her eyes vanished.

Chen Yang's heartbeat surged violently, his heart rising to his throat, ready to leap out at any moment.

Unaware, it was already time to leave work. Yang Peng departed alone, no one knew where he was headed. When Chen Yang opened the office door, he saw Chu Yingying waiting outside.

Her already obvious belly now drew even more attention. Bai Xianxian forced herself into the bridal sedan.

Finally, his fiery gaze locked onto a certain spot—the mysterious, shadow-woven, seductively criminal zone.

She spent ages arranging her hair, then applied peach-colored lip gloss until she was satisfied enough to head downstairs.

He understood fully, and to reveal even this much was more than enough—he at least knew the direction now.

A slave trader sprinted in terror, while behind him, a vast horde of wailing spirits relentlessly chased him, gnawing deep wounds into his body.

Those uncles and aunts would become friends, confidants, sworn brothers of his parents, allowing his secret admiration to naturally fade into friendship and blessing.

"Go when I tell you to—do you expect me to go myself?" Wu Qingxue cut her off irritably, then actually lifted her skirt as if to step outside.

More than ten minutes later, Yuan Guanghui completed his Transmission Realm heavenly tribulation and successfully ascended to the Transmission Realm he had long dreamed of.

As Yu Lu Tianzun's words faded, those around him all flickered their eyes, glancing at Mu Xia with strange expressions.

This situation improved only after firearms appeared, but while foreign powers perfected firearms, China's impoverished Confucian scholars... never mind, saying more only brings tears.

Yi Hua's face showed no expression—no anger, no shame—as if the person being accused was not her at all, and she was merely an outsider.

One minute later, Yu Zhiqian calmly reloaded a magazine, fired a final shot into the head of each Japanese officer, then ended the massacre—all over a dozen Japanese officers and several messengers were killed by Yu Zhiqian, not a single survivor.

After speaking, he picked up his katana and slowly walked toward headquarters—he needed to report the latest developments to his general, Yi Dong Zhengxi, and had already prepared himself for seppuku.

Yu Zhiqian frowned, raised his sniper rifle to observe the rest of the town. This ambush had failed; Taylor had lost a decoy and would surely increase security. Who knew if he'd hide inside an armored vehicle next time he stepped out.

Her eyes showed pity as she handed the report form to the bewildered Lao Zhao, then turned to gaze out the car window, saying nothing more.

"Village Chief, don't worry! Zheng Ren may be heavy, but he's only a hundred pounds—we can lift him!" A young man patted his chest confidently.