Chapter Seventy-Seven: Thai Turmoil, Victory Assured

This filled him with immense joy; in the face of such a complicated situation, losing his left hand would clearly have been a grave disadvantage. Looking down, Huo Xinchen saw that cries of anguish echoed ceaselessly from the areas where the white mist had passed. Under the cleansing sweep of Zuo Wu, a powerful practitioner at the Void Refinement stage, the situation gradually began to improve.

“A misunderstanding? I think the real misunderstanding is happening right now,” Wu Yi muttered, seriously suspecting this man must have been hit on the head by a door before leaving home. His behavior wasn’t just unusual—it was downright outrageous.

“Wait, when you proposed this idea, didn’t you investigate it first?” I asked in puzzlement.

With reduced fiscal expenditures, they could now channel all their resources into domestic development instead of pouring vast sums into the navy. The navy’s six thousand warships had been a voracious gold-devouring beast, consuming nearly a third of the Kingdom of Huaxia’s annual budget.

“Come on! Crush those bastards!” Qin Feng, Ke Zhilun, and other substitutes shouted excitedly, as if they bore an irreconcilable grudge against the Korean team.

After analyzing the situation over the past few days, it was easy for each nation to draw some preliminary conclusions. Although they were reluctant to believe it, their current observations suggested that the newly-emerged satellite, whose national origin was unknown, was anything but ordinary. It had only one nozzle, yet boasted immense power and formidable thrust.

“Yes, there is one—Taiji Sect’s so-called top young master, Chen Yifeng, who’s about the same age as Xu Duan and also at the peak of his strength,” said Chen Muliu.

Wang Chen was not at all surprised by Saeko Busujima’s attitude. After gently kissing her and holding her hands tightly, he turned to the somewhat conflicted Takagi Saya, curious to see what she was thinking.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be with Bulv and Buyou. We bought a house on the outskirts a few days ago. The three of us are going to spend some time there, gardening and growing vegetables. It’ll be wonderful,” said Zhao Buyi. Young people have their own pursuits and dreams; as elders, we have no reason to stand in their way.

Anyway, Wu Yu didn’t think he could manage it—he lacked the playboy’s skill with women and the nerve to treat relationships so callously. So he could only see through his own arrangements to the end, even if it meant doing so with tears in his eyes. If he happened to enjoy it—especially with someone he liked—then life, he supposed, was just about making the best of things.

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The guards searched Kubo Yumi, Kurata Tomohisa, and the others disguised as medical staff, but finding nothing suspicious, they let them pass.

No wonder there are so many diversions in the palace; with so much idle time, wouldn’t one just become increasingly bored and lonely? It was better to have things to occupy oneself with, as she did—each day’s duties completed in an orderly fashion, bringing a rare sense of satisfaction.

Now, however, it was time to use the secret technique. Truth be told, she really didn’t want to, but under the current circumstances, she had no choice.

Wei Hong realized she had guessed his intentions for needing the item. His face grew even hotter than before, his ears flushing crimson. He cursed Li Tai for not helping to keep the secret, for handing over the item so casually right in front of Song.

“So, Miaoyu didn’t contact the hound. Whose radio is he using now? And how has he managed to use it for so long?” The director’s eyes brimmed with suspicion.

The eyes on the parchment painting, tightly closed, seemed more lifelike than ever. The absorbed flesh and blood now merged into the picture, and the eyes slowly opened a slit. There was no deadly, uncanny light—this was, after all, only a painting.

Leaving the open area at the end of the stone steps, the mountainside became gentler, showing no trace of human construction—not even a decent path. Fortunately, it was winter, and lush wild grass blocked their way. The group pressed slowly onward into the depths of the mountains.

As Tang Wanjing spoke, her body reddened further, and a mouthful of blood burst uncontrollably from her lips.

But the egg was scalding hot, and in her panic, as soon as Yixia picked it up she dropped it at once, unable to bear the heat. It tumbled merrily over the smooth top of her foot.

This detail was crucial—Lin Yuan needed to know. That bottle could absorb intangible energy, and that energy was likely the key to changing everything.

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“Sigh, I almost wish the boss and the others wouldn’t come looking for us now,” Xin Mingzi sighed, casting a wary glance at the eight-headed serpent still trapped within the formation.

Several youths, about the same age as Tianchou and the others, strode out of the opulent restaurant, toothpicks in hand, swaggering and shoving their way through the crowd.

Wu Kong drew a sharp breath, too excited for words. He had no idea what to say. If the system’s claims were true, then if he could subdue the Flame Clan, he could surely do the same with the Thunder Clan.

All that mattered was finding its location, then making a straight dash for it—the shortest distance and the quickest time.

Outside, the Immortal of Flowing Fire muttered darkly, feeling that, after all the trouble of taking on a disciple, there was not the slightest hint of harmony in their relationship.

With the three Medicine Gods present, and Zhao Binglan herself, Ye Zishan reasoned that nothing too dangerous was likely to happen again. He decided to stop and confront the false gods coming from the capital.

A six-clawed golden dragon, its body nearly ten thousand feet long, appeared in everyone’s vision the moment the crystal orb exploded, its eyes filled with a look of confusion.

This was of little importance to Hua Yueling and the others; all that mattered was that they had arrived at the village. The place seemed less lively than the last one, but for Hua Yueling and company, that was just as well.