Chapter 19: All About Interests

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My mouth was greasy from eating canned pork, and the flavor was far superior to any roasted rabbit or venison.
“These Russians really have some skill,” Li Qian said, wiping her mouth with a grin that wouldn’t fade. “The pork is so flavorful—I’ve never tasted pork this delicious before!”
Not to mention such tasty pork, pork itself was a rarity.
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But ever since Zhu Yunxiu confessed to me last time, the relationship between our two families had subtly shifted.
To them, the young master was always aloof and distant, but now, surprisingly, he actually smiled at them.
The phone kept ringing with no answer. I thought about it—Sword Point World had only been established for a short time, so the guild must be busy. They probably wouldn’t log off so early.
Levels 30 to 35 were the current mainstream player range, while those at the top of the pyramid were about ten levels higher.
And the other party actually knew my name—could it be someone familiar? Wearing a messy bun and wrapped in a quilt, I stepped out to open the door.
Upon hearing the Empress Dowager summon her, Sizhen was momentarily stunned, and Bailing and the others quickly helped her with shoes, washing hands and face.
If one wanted to achieve that, it seemed Wang Hao’s grasp of assassination arts was indeed impressive.
When the performance time arrived, the sharp beat of drums fell silent, and the entire hall was still. A brightly dressed musician stepped onto the stage and began to play the pipa. The pipa’s notes rolled out like shimmering pearls, and in an instant, several silk ribbons fluttered forth.
The scar-faced man guessed the situation, raised his trembling hand tightly around his pistol, and slowly approached Cong Yi.
In the past, in her heart, these two men were the closest people she had in the world.

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With the blaring bugle and chaos erupting throughout the camp, everyone hurriedly donned their armor and prepared for battle! Yet, what did it matter?
Li Hao and Li Zhi both rejoiced at the birth of sons, and the entire Gan Ye Temple was filled with festive cheer. A few days later, they returned to the Great Hero Hall to resume their observance of the precepts. Their previous interruption, caused by the sudden labor of the Crown Princess and Li Ping, had prevented them from completing the required seven days, so they had to make up for it.
“I understand,” Hua Nian said calmly. What was meant to come could not be avoided. It was time to face it. “How has Lu Xia been lately? I heard you enrolled her in the Four Families Academy?” Hua Nian shifted the topic lightly.
Ambitious Captain Liu turned around, intending to properly educate his subordinates and encourage them to learn more from him. But upon turning, his expression darkened instantly. Seeing the captain’s face, the deputy captain quickly glanced over to see what was wrong.
That kick was far from simple; the magic within it shattered most of her cultivated dark arts. She was gravely injured, and surviving such a backlash was pure luck.
Li Hao emptied all the wine from the pot in front of Zhangsun Wuji’s tombstone and then turned to leave.
The cultivators inwardly cursed: Damn it! Here we go again. They prepared to steel their resolve and beg. But before anyone could speak, the Patriarch’s voice cut through.
When more than half his body was devoured, leaving only a bloodied, mangled skeleton, the agony sapped his will to continue fighting.
Upon hearing this, Taishi Ci called over an assistant from afar, dispatched him, and then rode off with Liu Tianhao and two others to the military camp.
When Li Jing heard about his reward, he didn’t rejoice but furrowed his brow slightly. He wasn’t dissatisfied with Li Shimin’s bestowal but worried because he had reached the point where there was nothing left to be granted. His merits were so great they might eclipse the ruler’s—this was not a good sign.
There were too many people present, and few knew each other well. No one was foolish enough to make the first move and risk becoming the laughingstock. Besides, everyone was new here and uncertain of the situation; striking now would be unwise.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Qingyue looked solemn, unimpressed by the old monk’s kindly demeanor, already resting her palm on the sword’s hilt.
The sword’s pommel was carved with a qilin, and each of the four swords bore a different qilin design: Zhang Tianlang’s was wind-patterned, Liu Gui’s fire-patterned, Bai Qi’s thunder-patterned, and Yan Nan’s electric-patterned.
“Some people seek death, and Su will send them there—but they’re wasting their time chasing the path to the underworld,” Lin Tianyao fainted.

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“So boring! Always splitting up to escape! Can’t we have something fresh?” Long Xing snorted coldly, wielding the Zhengtian ruler in rapid arcs. In the blink of an eye, a circular wall of towering blue waves rose around them, enclosing the three within.
After being struck twice in succession, Lin Tianyao was bombarded again. His bones cracked audibly, and his mouth filled with blood.
Bai Ying retreated three steps swiftly, his hand shooting out an electric rainbow. Hearing the whistle of the Yanling Blade being drawn, he swung the sword.
It must be understood that in the history of American expansion, the Native American warriors, often stereotyped as “nomads,” were frequently regarded by white settlers as demonic beings.
“Wait here a moment. Don’t wander off,” the archer said, not drawing his bow on the White Wolf but watching him cautiously.
“Ah!” A faint sigh echoed near everyone’s ears; all the cultivators turned their gaze, some with a hint of amusement in their eyes.
“Let’s get off the vehicle and eat some rations. I packed some fruit and bread in the trunk for you when I left,” someone said.
Any cultivator who could recognize the Blood Spirit Cauldron beneath the Hundred Ghost Cave’s ‘gate’ would know it was crafted by the Nine Ruin Ghost King’s hand—there could be no mistake.
A city filled with contradiction and conflict, a city that even Zhou Yu could never fully comprehend.
“Fifteen thousand, Poison Wolf, I advise you not to contend with our Luo family,” said the speaker in a very familiar voice: Luo Mingyin of the Luo family.
Indeed, for some unknown reason, when Xiao Nu received the beast-taming token thrown by Wood, he glanced twice at the totem. His soul received a completely new message and began to spin and organize rapidly. In an instant, the profound secrets of the Soul Pact technique were fully revealed.