Chapter 42: Donating an Operating Room

After a moment of reflection, Lin Yan whispered to everyone, "Stay alert. Something feels strange; be prepared to handle an ambush at any moment." Lin Yan’s caution was not out of over-sensitivity; in truth, he hoped he was merely being overly paranoid.

Sensing such immense power, Vivian Dora was instantly reduced to tears, struggling to break free from the red-haired beauty’s grasp and flee the scene.

For several months, there had been no movement from Hangzhou City. Then, one day, Dong Yizhuang reported that the entire army was down to only three days' worth of rations.

Although Ouyang Tian had not visited the Heavenly Sword Chamber of Commerce in five years, whenever Xuan'er had free time, she would seek him out to relieve her boredom and clear her mind.

"Fine, fine, I get it! I’m useless. Compared to you and old Qin, I’m—I’m nothing at all!" I shouted, burning with shame and anger.

The fierce and peerless "End of Finality" instantly cleaved the blood-winged creature in two. As it plummeted from the sky, two sharp, slender tentacles lunged toward Lin Yan! Having anticipated such a development, Lin Yan was not in the least bit surprised.

After speaking, he took another delicate sip, savoring it as if it were fine red wine, closing his eyes to relish the lingering traces of the fruit wine on his palate.

Seeing the aggressive approach of Fang Jie, the household servants rushed forward to block his path. However, Fang Jie ordered his bandit soldiers to beat them all down with clubs. The estate’s steward, sensing the severity of the situation, hurriedly went inside to inform Chai Jin.

Immediately afterward, Wei Sheng raised the "Ghost Wail" and fired at the spectral entity released by the Emperor Child. Unsurprisingly, a bolt of lightning struck, shattering half of the ghost's body and killing it instantly before it could even let out a scream.

Lin Yan pondered for a moment before saying candidly, "Let’s go meet them. Even though the chances of finding the Blade-Feather Armor are slim, we shouldn't let them have it easy!" Lin Yan knew the expedition held little hope of recovering the armor, but causing trouble for the two tribes would be a worthwhile gain in itself.

In truth, I did not know that the contents were prepared specifically for semi-immortals, who must endure a great trial every century when heaven sends down divine lightning. After each tribulation, they would end up in the state I was in earlier, so this item was crafted specifically to preserve the dignity of a semi-immortal.

The Military Command Division was responsible for the daily training and management of the army, as well as logistics during wartime; this post was held by Gao Xu, who was currently between duties.

Lu Yu closed his eyes and carefully checked the pulse. Madame Zhao’s pulse was much steadier than the previous day. Under the effect of the high-grade healing pill, her condition was largely stabilized and would not deteriorate further. Everything was within expectations, and Lu Yu was quite satisfied.

Though the three were local bullies who had committed many misdeeds and were known for extortion, they shared a deep bond of brotherhood. Coupled with their shrewdness, they managed to live quite comfortably in this territory.

Once again, he utilized the "Nether-Stealth Thunder Escape Technique," and his speed climbed several times over. While it could not yet be described as heaven-defying, it had clearly broken through the bottleneck of peak divine arts and ascended to a higher level.

The current master of Flying Swallow Fortress was still Yan Jinyi, though Yan Yinyi, Yan Tongyi, and the others had long since perished in the attack by the Fire Prince.

Xuanyuan Chi narrowed his eyes: "You are called Meng Bai? The Undefeated Young Master?" As he spoke, he exuded an astonishing aura.

Stunned, they watched the giant dragon, its thousand-mile-long body coiling above their heads with increasing franticness, as if struggling to break free from some unseen force.

Lin Yi had checked the surroundings earlier and found no one. "We were so fierce earlier; how could this cave not collapse?" Lin Yi raised an eyebrow at her.

Yet at this moment, facing Prince Jin Li Cunxu not far below the city walls, Liu Shouguang felt a wave of hesitation.

The fire dragon collided with the kasaya, halting its descent. At the same time, the raging flames threatened to refine the sacred garment.

Chu Yue suddenly grabbed Huo Lingmeng’s hand, pulled it away from her chest, and shoved it aside.

Cao Luxun, the person most involved, had already crouched down to examine the massive kite—or rather, the paper hawk—on the ground.

Nie Shicheng’s heart sank. The "Pale Wolf" was his pride and joy; if something truly went wrong with them, the trouble would be immense.

Because Shen Siyun was the only sister on Earth who had never had any intimate relations with Lin Mu, they wanted to create a private opportunity for the two of them.

The words were a blend of truth and deception. Leng Mocheng nearly choked on his own saliva, but his composure was excellent, and no one could tell anything from his expression.

Fang Hongyi and Niu Jianguo had long suspected as much, but hearing Lin Mu admit it still left them quite shocked.

It was clear that the transformation of the Cloud Dragon Sparrow was no hallucination. Furthermore, Yun Mu could clearly feel his "Spirit Eyes" strengthening, so the situation was likely due to the second factor.

If calculated based on the time required for low-grade techniques, an ordinary Xuan practitioner with the talent of only one aperture would need at least seventy or eighty years of practice without any auxiliary aids to advance to the rank of Xuan Master.

The air was filled with the remnants of heavy, oppressive battle-qi and magical energy, nearly causing ear-ringing and dizziness.

Cui Shanying said nothing. He had promised to bring Wang Bingbing out alive if at all possible, and since he had given his word, he would do his utmost to fulfill it.