Chapter 184: Launch the Offensive (5k)

On Thursday, August 18th, the sun shone brightly, and time passed in quiet peace.

Yu Xing had the habit of jogging every morning, and he also used this time to organize his thoughts.

But perhaps because of his running speed today, he felt his heartbeat was faster than usual.

By the time he reached his office, though sunlight had already bathed the ground outside the window in brightness, his vision still seemed shrouded in fog.

Whether it was Paulsen, or Chandler, or Davis, they had all been...

Nan Ke Rui ignored everything else; his figure flashed again and appeared at the base of Canglang Peak, inside the Wolf Den. The demonic wolf armor "Tanlang" now lay quietly on a stone table in the lake, in its final pebble form, faint traces of spiritual energy barely detectable.

"What are you going to buy?" Ye Li took a few more bites of rice before saying, "You came back from America—didn't you buy gifts for your family?" His tone was unexpectedly calm, as if nothing had happened, as if he had heard nothing.

Zhao Zilong added entertainment by setting up prize rewards for winning hands. Those who accumulated the most points in the card game would receive corresponding rewards; his suggestion sparked great enthusiasm among the group.

"Alright, even though I don't know why it revived, there's no time to explain—everyone follow the instructions of Po Xie Gong Shao, each to your duty, give it your all this time—let's get through this in one go!" The Lost Seer echoed.

Fan Xiang muttered for a long while when his butler returned—not only bringing the gift he had already prepared, but also delivering the brand-new formal attire.

Luo Piaoxiang, though defeated, spoke with grace and conversed effortlessly; his composure earned Zhao Zilong's quiet admiration.

As head of the academy, he naturally knew the classification of cultivation techniques, generally divided into four grades: Xuan, Ling, Di, and Tian. Yet legends spoke of a higher, divine-grade technique beyond Tian level.

In the past, he wouldn't have cared much—he had Zhong Kui to rely on if he couldn't handle it. But now, that was impossible: Zhong Kui couldn't help him at all; instead, he'd only drag him down, since he was already unconscious.

As he spoke, Xi Men Feng shook his palm, forming a black magical seal, and struck without hesitation toward Du Gu Qianyuan.

Poor Old Sha, she still doesn't know how to play games! How could you do this to her? How could you just throw her into that endless water?

As long as he killed the young man before him, even if he himself would eventually be slain by the terrifying merged aura hovering above, he would die without regret.

In the center of the river lay a shallow shoal, around which the water fortress was built. The fortress appeared small, with just over ten houses, all constructed largely of wood, much like those in the city.

Si Kong Zhengqing turned his head and saw Huai Liang approaching from the right, his hands crossed and tucked into his sleeves. This was a habit people adopted in winter to keep their hands warm, yet even in the height of summer, Huai Liang still kept his hands tucked away—in fact, he did so all year round.

"Fine, then I'll swear a spiritual oath." Yun Fan reluctantly swore a spiritual oath.

"I'm confused—what exactly is going on here?" Si Kong Zhengqing asked, puzzled.

His arms felt bound, his feet moved slightly and were similarly tight; his mouth wasn't taped, but in this pitch-black room, who knew what lay outside? Shouting might not bring help—it might just bring danger.

Unable to communicate via spiritual sense, Xiao Tao had no choice but to use the most primitive method: speaking aloud.

Though assassins, like mercenaries, acted for money, their methods of earning it differed: assassins' primary work was killing, usually single-target covert missions, carried out alone, relying on personal strength to arrive silently, complete the task, and vanish.

Ni Yexin looked up at him; the cabinet was too high—Murong Changqing had to raise his arms to reach it, while Ni Yexin could not reach it at all, only able to tilt his head upward and gaze at him with a plaintive expression.

【24】 Ni Yexin looked up at him; the cabinet was too high—Murong Changqing had to raise his arms to reach it, while Ni Yexin couldn't reach it at all, gazing up at him with a plaintive expression.