Chapter 450: Plundered Treasure

The world fell silent as death itself; the eight directions were hushed, as if abruptly thrust into a realm of absolute stillness where not even a goose feather stirred and bird shadows hung frozen in mid-air.

Chen Heng drew a breath, gathered his thoughts, and stepped toward that wine house, yet the figures of pedestrians and merchants along the way appeared like phantoms within light, allowing him to pass easily through them without altering their forms.

Upon reaching the second floor of the wine house, seated alone at a square table by the window was an elder clad in an ancient bronze-colored crepe silk Daoist robe.

The elder stood seven

Sensing his hostility, Fu Shennan made a move to dodge, but before he could, a frail figure stepped in front of him.

Her second sister neglected her own home to subsidize her natal family, yet this was how her own brother, Jiang Jianshe, treated that second sister of hers?

Ever since being pushed down by Jiang Feixiang and suffering a miscarriage, Mother Jiang had forbidden her from holding the child, fearing she would drop and injure the baby again.

He felt somewhat reluctant to part with it; after all, the egg looked as though crafted from pure gold, shimmering with a faint glow, luxurious and beautiful. It might hatch a powerful spirit beast, and even if it did not, it would make an excellent ornament. He had not expected Sect Master Luo to think so unconventionally as to intend eating it.

"Do you have any other dreams?" Cindy pretended not to hear the demon's blasphemous nonsense against the Lord.

If Sister Hong's steamed bun stall had moved inside the shop, yet Jiang Hongxia's hand-grabbed pancake stall remained outside, then even if Mother Jiang were a fool, she would know the pancake stall certainly did not belong to her.

But in reality, all these powers emerged only after Chen Zhenfu assumed office; when Yan Xuankong served as the Mountain-South Circuit Pacification Commissioner, the entire Mountain-South Circuit lacked even a single Grandmaster who had condensed a Martial Dao True Pill, and there were only five Garrison Commandants at the Dan Sea realm, among whom was Elder Xu, my lord.

Li Lin muttered a remark; judging by Yamamoto's troop strength, the county town's garrison was small, and he feared Japanese troops from other county towns or other directions might reinforce via the railway.

Many people used various banquets as a pretext to commit unlawful acts, leaving the Huang family deeply resentful and bitter.

Usually bullying villagers and acting tyrannically counted as minor offenses; cases resulting in death were by no means few.

"With no destination along this journey, why not go to the State of Qi? Legend says Qi has no Confucian scholars but thrives under Legalism; I wonder what kind of world exists under Legalist rule." Though he spoke thus, his heart felt a slight surge of emotion.

Regarding the Talent Potion, Dongfang Yunyang had already gained some understanding when using the Junior Talent Potion earlier; for a ninja, talent is extremely important, whether for Chakra cultivation or the training of techniques, both closely tied to talent—the higher the talent, the greater the potential for improvement in all aspects.

Seeing these two techniques, my brows instantly furrowed. These were merely lower-tier methods among the Five Ghost Arts, yet they were clearly slightly stronger than the Five Ghosts Moving Mountains and the Five Plagues Tide. If one day my cultivation reached the peak of Blood Soul and I completed training in all the Five Ghost Arts, what kind of terrifying existence would I become?

Ancient texts recorded this species as handed down from long ago; its nature was fierce and unyielding, but most chilling of all were its strong, robust limbs.

"What do you mean?" Ake had already felt something amiss, and now a sense of unease surged into his heart, finding no comfort even in Magpie's assurance.

He glanced at the person on his left, seeing her innocently sucking her thumb; even in sleep, the bewildered expression between her brows and eyes remained undiminished, yet the tactile sensation beside him was remarkably plump, which he greatly enjoyed.

And "Magpie" itself was merely an indeterminate concept, an offshoot of the ritual; simply existing as an individual possessing independent consciousness was already immense fortune.

Bang—Ake, not knowing when, had already fallen stiffly onto his back; he collapsed upon a silent plaza, like an eternal giant dying, like the Tower of Babel toppled by heavenly gods. Even the sound of his fall seemed extraordinarily loud.