Chapter 145

“We plan to rest for two days, then go settle accounts with General Kote. What about you? Still planning to help us?” Lai En asked in return.

As the true qi circled through his body along the Nine Yang Divine Art’s path, Li Qiang’s previously scarce, attributeless qi—cultivated from the Meridian Expansion Technique—melted like snow under the sun, gradually coalescing into a different kind of qi: Nine Yang True Qi.

“Fuck, hold the line!” Ye Guo Wuhen cursed, but no one responded—everyone was trying to escape now; who would die for him?

Li Qiang, uncharacteristically, spat out a continuous stream for three minutes before stopping. Normally, he retained the Easterner’s reserved nature and never scolded teammates before the coach did. But judging by his earlier mood, he’d held in too much anger—and it finally exploded.

After a brief pause, Qian Cheng devised the guild’s slogan. Once set, the system prompt arrived as expected.

Could his body… be continuously producing new blood to replace what was lost?

I don’t think so. I think it’s just a simple spiritual crutch. True superstition is when people entrust everything to spirits—those people, I believe, are the real superstitious ones.

“Stop killing.” I whispered, looking at Li Mengmeng’s blood-soaked clothes.

But Serelhi did not know that Sa Wen had now unleashed a quantity of spiritual force he had never attempted before—this consumption far exceeded his cultivation level, inflicting severe damage on his body, even amounting to burning his life force.

I asked Xue Xin how school was. She said the courses were boring, but there were a few interesting things.

After dinner, Zhuo Ziyang kindly escorted Luo Lian home. Today was different from usual; during this meal, filled with laughter and chatter, Luo Lian’s shyness had greatly lessened, and she even dared to look directly into Zhuo Ziyang’s eyes while speaking. In the past, she would only feel embarrassed, utterly unable to meet his gaze.

A cold, clear flute melody drifted in, crisp and melodious, mournful yet yearning, weeping and lamenting, its lingering echoes like fine threads, endless and unbroken.

He always thought he had slowly drawn closer to her, close enough to believe they were intimately bound; when they joked and teased each other, he even thought he had won her heart. But somehow, perhaps in the blink of an eye, the distance between them would suddenly yawn wide.

The Zhe soldiers had long proven their ferocity in countless battles, and history had already confirmed that even centuries into the future, their training methods would never grow outdated.

But without testing Lin Shuyue according to protocol, his claim to the position remained illegitimate.

Ran Yingjie was straightforward and bold, yet also possessed tender, delicate emotions—he loved painting and appreciated all kinds of artwork.

The enemy’s firepower was concentrated in the backyard; even when reaching the ground floor, everything remained eerily silent.

Mu Baobao also pondered Nan Ning’s words and agreed she had thought it through carefully—indeed, Jian Qiu was already elderly; caring for someone even older would be exhausting.

At that moment, Rod discovered a peculiar leaf on a branch above his head.

But her mental state was truly poor—her fever came and went—and she didn’t want her parents to worry.

Bass, upon receiving Bach’s gaze—or perhaps realizing that Jiuhuang had brought so many Celestial Empire troops into Batu without detection—understood Bach’s penetrating look was accusing him of negligence.

Zhang Donghai knew Wang Peng’s upright character, so hearing him say this, he relaxed slightly, assuming Wang Peng merely had a disagreement with Chen Dongjiang and held some negative views of Chen’s character.

There was no time for Zhang Li’s group to clean the blood off their bodies, so for now, Zhang Li’s side held no advantage.

Xuan Yuan Yuchen ignored him. Gu Yixiu took two steps, then turned back. “By the way, I need to inform everyone—Luo Qianhan has escaped!” He had forgotten this after seeing Gu Liumo.

Cang Yuan also grabbed the resources and ran off, distributing them among the Medication Sect disciples, then found a secluded spot to begin cultivation.

Xu Yang understood Mu Kun’s implication perfectly, but he had to return to Shangjing. Jiuhuang had explained how she arrived at the camp, and combined with his own ambush on the way to Yuzhou, Xu Yang realized this situation was far from ordinary—Batu must have a spy within the Celestial Empire, and the spy’s status could not be low.

Just as Lu Xuehua was lost in thought, the door gently opened, revealing Liu Qianxue’s graceful figure. Today was Liu Qianxue’s final visit to the hospital—she had come to take Lu Xuehua home.

When Zhuo Shizhang received Wang Peng’s call, he had just finished showering and gotten into bed. After a brief hesitation, he decided to go out and drink with Wang Peng, asking him to wait at Redison.

Wei Lihuang arranged a car to take Lu Sixia to Huaxia University. But Lu Sixia firmly refused—since she was now just a commoner, she shouldn’t draw unnecessary attention.

The stag had jumped down, placing himself on the high ground of righteousness—how could the moon wolf avoid doing the same? If the moon wolf didn’t follow, he’d forever be looking up at the stag in shame.

Eyes locked on each other—whether it was Li Ye and Nan Lan Qingyu, or Di Wu Yaohao and the others—all bore the same icy chill.