Chapter 632: Southern Campaign Against the Demon Serpent Palace

Marquis Changxin Lao Ai was truly enraged—he was still hard at work when the old Daoist burst in.

But Master Meng was also truly panicked this time, even more so than last time.

He shouted aloud while already casting a divine art, sweeping his sleeve to summon a divine wind that blew the naked Lao Ai clean out of sight.

Neither window nor door had opened—Lao Ai simply vanished.

When he finally woke, dazed and confused, he was dozens of li outside Xianyang City.

"We've preliminarily screened a hundred candidates—thirty are scouts drawn from the army; the rest are recruits from the Talent Recruitment Hall. We're currently teaching them basics of encryption, decryption, and intelligence gathering, as well as pigeon training… though the latter still needs observation," said Chen Gong.

Now, Bai Tu has set up signal towers in Jiangdong; their greatest function is transmitting signals across treacherous terrain—since they rely on visual transmission, they must be built on high ground and are limited on flat terrain.

Zhao Kuo offered no comment on Li Mu's arrangements; the famed general who would one day shake the world had already grown into a pillar of Zhao's military.

When I thought I was about to die, a loud voice rang out. I opened my eyes and saw the executioner's blade barely a finger's width from my neck.

His shame? It meant nothing—among merchants, face is nothing but a fart.

On a day like this, even a young turtle like myself struggles to endure, let alone an ancient old crab.

"Isn't that right, Boss?" the youth ignored the scale and turned to question the owner.

Chan An, the academy's inspection teacher, oversaw punishment of rule-breaking students and was the most feared by all academy pupils.

"Brother, do you really have to go this far? Look—you're a turtle, we're softshell turtles; maybe thousands of years ago we were one family," said a clever softshell turtle, gazing at Gui Mu with sincere eyes.

Because they were responsible for operating the vessels and supplying food to the ninety-nine isolated and sealed Heavenly Guards during their year-long voyage.

Later, the devils planned to form a security corps to assist in management—after all, no matter how murderous they were, they wouldn't slaughter everyone nearby; they needed to station troops and live here, and thus required locals to farm and provide them with grain.

When Dongfang Chen saw his question had stirred Puluoxius's sorrow, the old man's mood sank deeply; he quickly comforted him, then took his leave and returned to the living cabin to rest.

At the amusement park exit, only a few people wandered about; the rest had either gone home or been drawn by the commotion to the coastline to view the so-called spectacle.

This relied purely on sheer numbers of cannons and cannonballs—but such a lavish display? Who but the Independent Regiment could afford it?

Seeing this, He Weizhen's joy deepened; he was about to praise them when suddenly, loud explosions erupted from behind the frontline.

Su Xizi had clearly been traveling—he was flushed from the February cold, his lips cracked and dry.

After confirming the rice had been weighed and sent to the Qiu residence, the man walked toward the next rice shop; Su Liu hurried onto the carriage and followed him.

"Heh, I think we'd better find our own fortunes—we can't keep following you," said Ka Li Mei.

Huang Shi was truly stunned; the burning pain on her face reminded her this wasn't a dream—Su Qingquan, that bastard, had actually struck her.

This led Dongfang Chen to think further: logically, the concentrated emergence of so many psychokinetic mutants in a single primitive life zone was extraordinarily rare—nearly impossible—but Earth had achieved it.

"Those are all people who'll become my right hand and left arm within a few years—how much hope did I place in them?"

"Magic is merely one path; when you reach its end and look back, countless roads converge. Our craftsmanship rivals that of carpenters and stonemasons; our calculations and measurements match those of architects—surely none of this is magic?" Qi Si comforted his fellow disciple.

She was young, between six and eight years old; Shen Xi listed several lessons and taught them freely.

The woman seated on the railing remained calm, showing neither anger nor resentment—but the words that came from her lips chilled the heart.

Think about it—if Jing Tianlin and the others were short-sighted, they wouldn't have sought out Chen Hao as a fixed, long-term partner; if they merely wanted to make money, they could've done so far more easily than imagined.

Zhong Qing immediately grabbed Teacher Wei's collar, her face tense, pupils slightly dilated.

In an instant, An Bao's peach blossoms faded considerably; Master Mo would surely be delighted if he knew.

Xiao Huai straightened his back: "I think of you being tricked off to the northwest, and our twenty-year contract becomes meaningless—and I'd lose a fortune."

Lin Nuannuan was about to scold him when her phone beeped—Gao Xudong had already hung up.

As Zhong Qing predicted, the wolf's power was pitifully weak—it flew straight into the wall from a single bat swing. White light flashed across its body, and when the light vanished, the wolf was gone.

These hired laborers deeply appreciated their mistress; since joining her, their lives had improved day by day—work hard, and food and clothing were assured, their lives peaceful and comfortable.

"Jiang Dong'er pays respects to Master's Wife! Jiang Dong'er pays respects to Sister!" Jiang Dong'er approached Nie Youlan and Jiang Dong'er with sincere, natural courtesy.

"And what about flesh-renewing bones?" Shi Quan asked next. The words of the Medical Emperor and the Calculation Emperor had stunned him deeply—the concept of immortality had taken root in his heart.

The moonlight beneath the ground exploded in her mind—it was her own younger sister! Disappeared mysteriously decades ago, and now… could it be that the two sisters were doomed to share the same fate?

A large hand, thick with medicinal broth, slapped every part of my body; before long, Li Er had doused me entirely in herbal decoction.

Of course, when such a humiliating incident occurred, most people preferred not to ask their families for money unless absolutely forced.

Now it was June; throughout Peach Blossom Source, everything was lush and green—the transplanted trees had all sprouted fresh branches and leaves with vigorous life.

Li Xinyi's face immediately twisted with disdain; she let out a barely audible scoff, closed her eyes, and fell silent.

When daylight fully broke, Shi Quan had his assistant bring Yu Wushang to the reception hall; Yu Wushang's demeanor had changed utterly—he now looked sharp-eyed and spirited, free of sorrow or despair, his bearing bold and elegant.

His voice was utterly flat—so flat it seemed to disregard the Realm Lord entirely—but the Primordial Realm Lord paid no mind to Ge Sang's tone.