Chapter 35: Jiang Yongjian

Gu Zhuo pointed toward the corner. “There’s someone over there. Just now, he tried to steal my suitcase.”
The train carriage was pitch dark. At first, Xiao Zhao couldn’t see anything, but when he followed the direction of Gu Zhuo’s finger, he was startled.
The commotion woke several nearby passengers.
“What’s going on?”
“What happened?”
“Is there another thief?”
…
In the midst of the noisy confusion, someone suddenly shouted, “The railway police are coming!”
Duan Zhong let out a sigh. The intrigues within the royal family were the most terrifying of all, entirely devoid of any bond of blood. Fortunately, he had withdrawn early from the Dali royal succession; otherwise, how much more bloodshed and turmoil would he have endured?
A figure with a pinkish hue fell to the ground and struggled to rise. But before he could even get up, countless shimmering motes of light began to drift away from his body.
Long hours spent in ranked matches with strangers had made them subconsciously treat the Avenger as just another player in a random queue.
No matter how Wan’er pleaded with Wu Sansi to let go, to stop provoking Li Chongjun, she never expected that precisely because Wu Sansi listened to her words, precisely because he acted on her advice, he died—he died at the very moment history had originally decreed.
Xue Wuchang’s gaze darkened. With a sudden movement, his black longsword flashed brilliantly, slashing out over two hundred times in an instant, the strokes merging into nine radiant sword auras, each shooting toward a different direction to intercept Huangfu Xuan’s attack.
The autumn wind was relentless. In such a treacherous ravine as Two Wolf Slope, even the slightest breeze could linger and swirl endlessly.
At this moment, Shangguan Linglan also realized that this group of people wasn’t actually after her or Huangfu Haotian. They had no idea the two of them were even here. Otherwise, given their identities and status, these men would never have resorted to blades and swords. With this, she saw no more need to hide—so she thought.
Faced with Duan Zhong’s shameless and impudent tactics, Li Shishi could only feel a touch of helplessness. She might be able to drive Duan Zhong out of the room with her sword, but forcing him to leave the entire courtyard would not be so easy.
Oraya paused, “Don’t try to deceive me. I’ve been to Paradise City. That’s not what Hell is like at all.”

“By the way, Master, you said earlier that Third Brother fought in my place. How did he fare? Did he advance?”
“Elder Xuan, actually, the whole plan and the tactics in that last battle were all his doing. You should praise him,” Wang Dong said, betraying Huo Yuhao without a shred of loyalty.
All the disciples at the Golden Core stage obeyed the command, forming the Dragon-Seven-Year Formation. Today, nothing would stand in their way. Today, the Spirit Sword would be moved to level ground.
The First Fleet deployed five hundred close-combat fighters, launching them together with five hundred personal guards. Leading the charge were two hundred cavalrymen—Wu Song, astride his horse, swung his unfamiliar blade with a flourish.
They were all humble people, tasked with dirty and dangerous jobs. At times, they had to go hungry—even if their masters didn’t wish to kill and eat them outright, this was simply the way things were.
“What else can we do? Since the main army can’t get through, it’ll just have to be the few of us!” sneered Xinghun from the side. After all, others had struggled their whole lives to amass the inner strength he had acquired in just over a decade—his pride was understandable.
The warhorses of the Western Xia cavalry were already exhausted from a fierce battle, and Tuoba Guai seized the opportunity, picking off the rear guard and cutting down over two thousand riders before finally stopping. From then on, the vanguard of ten thousand led by Yeli Hu was utterly destroyed; only about five thousand returned.
Unbeknownst to anyone, ICBC had managed, under another’s cover, to circle around a firing line and take down Zhou Li in an instant.
After several such encounters, instead of distancing themselves from Lingxiao Palace, they gradually returned to a spot not far from its gates. This time, however, Li Tian didn’t run again; he simply waited silently, a uniquely shaped kunai now appearing in his hand.
But when the metal needle pierced through the flames, Wu Hao’s face immediately changed—he sensed that the needle hadn’t hit its target at all, meaning Zhou Yi was never there to begin with.
The death of the clone caused the Black Dragon’s vitality and spirit to plummet. Its true fire, which had just reached a distance of thirty feet, extinguished abruptly, granting Tyro a rare window of opportunity.
Though the matches in the Tier Three Arena were few compared to the other two, when it came to emergency intervention, the referee there felt he suffered more than any of his colleagues.
Everyone knew that Liu Feiyang hadn’t qualified to enter before; it was only after knocking the prince down that he could finally stand in such esteemed company.
Lan Xin: If someone could use only the most suitable words, helping us develop our skills in reasoning, judgment, deduction, imagination, and innovation—that would be truly remarkable and worthy of admiration.
As she spoke, Anna, at a loss, tried to brace Xu Liang’s upper body with her own collarbone and chest, struggling to support his weight as he slumped against her.
He looked at Lin Kun with a beaming smile, his eyes brimming with the confidence of one who has everything under control—an expression that inspired deep aversion. Lin Kun, indifferent, strode toward him step by step.
Mu Zhu: Some say youth is the season of poetry, each person radiating with the vigor and brilliance of youth.

As Tianyin exited the stage, the atmosphere grew restless. After all, the three decisions she had just announced were so abrupt that the attending journalists were eager to dig deeper.
Lin Kun, struggling to look at him, saw Si Yunfei brandishing his fist as if in provocation.
After Xiao Xiao finished what, in Yongjin Yingliang’s eyes, must have been essential preparations, her expression grew grave as she turned to Anna.
“I just found out,” Shen Lian replied, scratching the back of his head. If he had known things were like this, he’d have never come, no matter what.
Li Cangqiong heard Xia Fanxing’s words and the corners of his mouth curled in a teasing, mocking smile.
When Kong Yuan passed away, it was precisely these strange symbols that appeared within his body. Silently reciting “Om Mani Padme Hum…” in his heart, he felt a warm flow in his dantian, his vital energy surging as he entered a meditative state.
A Lai felt as though struck by thunder; instinctively, he sensed disaster was looming. Judging by the tone, it had to be bandits under Wang Da’s command.
Ghouls using this food not only gain a sense of fullness but also receive the essential Rc cell energy they require.
Mei Ruoqing spoke up. In truth, without Ye Luoyun’s help, that pill would have been utterly useless.
Ye Long circled the area near Die City with his crimson compass, but found nothing of value.
Li Cangqiong was pleased with the discernment shown by the Aura of Chaos. He reached out and drew away the black malice lurking within the Aura’s heart, leaving only a cluster of pure white thought.
“So you mean, if my will remains steadfast, I can truly realize my ideals?” Lei Xiaotian asked, full of doubt.
Ye Luoyun nodded. Back in the world of cultivation, there was a sect dedicated to the practice of Righteous Energy, a major force among the orthodox paths; its disciples cultivated techniques that brimmed with vast righteous aura.
With that, he beckoned to the side, and a dozen ghouls, each carrying a tray, immediately stepped forward to place their offerings on the table.
Speaking of scarves, Ye Nuannue glanced at Bai Muxin’s neck; as expected, he really was wearing the red scarf she had given him.