Chapter 120: Happy New Year～

Happy New Year～

Seeing the stone face statue descend, Wu Shi Zhenjun and others immediately bowed deeply, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

The Ice and Fire Dynasty, one of the great dynasties, ranks ninth on the initial list. The Tanlang Dynasty, though merely a superior dynasty, managed to break into the top ten of the overall ranking at a critical moment. It can be said that currently, these two are the closest in position. But no one knows who would prevail if they clashed.

At this rate, once the immortal jade is fully absorbed, it will take at most a year and a half to enter the Jin Dan realm.

Last night's battle saw over three hundred personnel from the Han River Gang and the Wang Fu mobilized; both sides suffered devastating losses, with rivers of blood flowing through the major streets of the western city.

Suddenly, a streak of white light shot from the mirror surface and fell into the Reincarnation Lake. In an instant, the entire lake formed a vortex, emitting astonishing suction power.

Chen Mo didn't know how the information leaked—perhaps through the 1860 side, perhaps through the Cloud Da Baimai side—but the information had leaked, and it seemed many details had been exposed.

After Enao gave the order, the massive war machine immediately sprang to life; two cities, over two thousand troops, moved across this barren grassland.

"Come on up, consider it compensation." This time, Yu Fan Yin did not refuse, happily climbing onto Li Lang's back.

Li Lang mumbled as he spoke, yet his hands never stopped—he fished out a clam from the pot, blew on it to cool it, then placed it at Wei Shanshan's lips, feeding her a pile of them, while he himself hadn't eaten a single one. When Li Lang once again brought the clam meat to Wei Shanshan's mouth, she did not eat it.

After being burned by true flame, Chen Can's spiritual energy became even more abundant, and within these few days, his long-stagnant bottleneck finally broke through, entering the Nirvana Realm Mid-Realm.

"What are you planning to do?" Yan Xing always thought the Caro team members couldn't be the type to bully the weak—but she was wrong. No matter how talented or highly valued one might be, there were always a few who were like this.

Perhaps sensing the warmth on Li Mu's face, a faint voice came from Li Qingcheng's lips.

"No, no, no—dying now would raise suspicion," Lin Hansheng said, his dark eyes shaking his head slightly.

Wang Yan felt that at this moment, Wang Yu had no choice but to resort to grandiose words, which couldn't resolve the predicament.

With the squad leader's word, the matter was settled, but Chen Suyun's face remained gloomy, showing not the slightest willingness.

Yang Ze wiped the dirt from his face with a handkerchief, not angering Li Mu, yet deep inside, he wished Li Mu dead ten thousand times over.

That coldness in his gaze pierced Cang Ye—he could never bear to see the person who once belonged to him in every way leave like this.

"Prepare for teleportation," Yao En contacted the ship's crew, then reminded Winnie.

After this matter ended, only a week and a few days had passed—and as expected, in this world, you never know what will happen next second.

The skinny monkey, wielding twin blades, sped toward Tang Shuang; his greatest advantage over the fat fairy child was his unmatched speed, and his attacks prioritized speed above all.

"Are you sure, Francis? This is our last trump card!" Douglas hesitated.

Inside was a secret chamber; several sacks of grain totaled several hundred jin—this was an unexpected windfall.

Just as he pondered what emotion this gaze represented, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

Indeed, this couldn't be forced, so Ding Chunfa added: "The main hall hasn't been infested by termites—then you'll stay in the main hall."

But he was skilled and fearless; not only did he not retreat, but a surge of excitement and challenge rose within him.

He signaled the auctioneer to continue, then descended the podium and led the other party to the backroom reception room.

Master Ruan had another secret technique unknown to others: forging swords. First, hammering—the iron block is melted in the furnace, then processed through carburization to form the blade blank, repeated many times—the crucial step determining a sword's quality.

Pan Weizhen eagerly said: "Brother, after dinner, take me and Dad for a walk to town, then take a boat to the county seat and find them."

Several soldiers spoke in unison: "When drinking water, remember the one who dug the well; when winning battles, remember those who saved your life! We don't lack weapons or ammunition—by old custom, the spoils go to our benefactors, the New Fourth Army's 19th Regiment."

Yang Wei and the guards, watching the direction where the meteor fell, felt a deeply ominous sensation.

Almost every soldier was awed by the knightly bearing of the Victoria Knights, and some even felt it might be an honor to fight alongside such a force—or even to clean up their battlefield.

Watching the orc shaman successfully escape, Kno Lanus prepared to activate his powerful stealth technique and vanish—when suddenly his vision turned gray. How had he died?

After hearing this, everyone was greatly shocked—why had they suddenly brought up the Shanggu family?

Liu Shi felt only she knew the truth of the matter, so she spent the entire night questioning Dongfang Jin: What exactly had happened?

This man was simply too terrifying—his schemes were perfectly linked, his hands turned clouds to rain and rain to clouds, everything under his control. Whether himself, Peng Hu, or You Tu, all were stepping onto the stage, performing, and bowing out precisely as he had scripted.

As a direct family member of Li Menglong, Li Shungui naturally felt proud of him—this wasn't false modesty. Even if Liu Zaishi, Jin Zhongguo, or Li Zhi'en were close to Li Menglong, could they gain legal recognition?

He personally led the elite force of the legion—the Champion Knights—to launch the first battle.

Yi Yun's lips curled. Still trying to deceive me? In this soul world, only the heart demon could interact with him—all memories were visible but untouchable. Such a basic truth—the heart demon didn't understand? Or was it just pure luck-seeking?

He paid nearly five thousand merit points as a toll to the Keeper Elder—this "official tax" was required of every team, with the sect taking five percent of the total value.

"Hua Xuanji's mother? Your junior sister? What exactly is going on?" Yu Wuxia looked puzzled at the seer—these were things he had never mentioned before.