Volume One, Chapter 35: The Little Expert

In the dead of night, a man clad in coarse linen clothes glanced around cautiously before quickly slipping into a dilapidated small courtyard not far ahead. Inside, over a dozen people were already waiting.

"How did it go?" Yang Wu, the leader, immediately asked upon seeing the man enter.

The newcomer frowned, gritting his teeth as he replied, "Shen Ji, that treacherous cur, has brought dozens of men to the old Song residence. I’m afraid we won't have a chance to strike."

Xu Wan!

Shen Ji recognized her at a single glance. She was none other than his current fiancée! As one of the two most beautiful women remaining in Qingzhou, her appearance was truly striking. However, compared to Ning Shu, she fell slightly short in both beauty and temperament. Her expression was not cold, yet she possessed a certain air of aloofness and arrogance.

If he had only just died, why would there be such intense resentment? I could not help but ponder in secret. Had I not had my own plans, it would not have been enough to vent my anger even if I had beaten him up in public.

Sword energy erupted, shattering the long flame bow instantly. Even the chest of the Fire Bow Demon King was torn open by the pervasive, sharp sword aura, and dark blood gushed from the wounds.

When Battalion Commander Zhang Yu of the Second Battalion arrived with reinforcements from the Second Company, Li Daniu said to him, "Commander, the position is still held by the First Company," before losing consciousness. The battalion commander hurriedly ordered the First Company's severely wounded to be carried away for rescue, while the lightly wounded were withdrawn to the city to regroup. He then led the Second Company to repair the defenses and prepare for battle.

Watching Yue Yan limping behind, Pu Yuzi, with a dark expression, silently hoisted her onto his back.

The Japanese army had paid a price of nearly a thousand casualties to take the position, while Fu Bingxun’s 561st Regiment had lost only two hundred men. Still, losing the first line of defense left Fu Bingxun deeply unsettled. Upon retreating to the second line, he resolved that he must hold it at all costs.

Yet, that night, I clearly heard the anger in the eyes of Hui Ge and his group when they saw Red Plum and the others appear; it didn't look faked at all. And what exactly did that word "traitor" mean?

"Evidence? What kind of evidence do you need? I’ve drunk so much alcohol that if I can’t tell this is fake, I might as well go drink urine! I say it’s fake, so it’s fake!" Weiwei’s words drew laughter from those on the sofa.

You Si reached out and sliced the boulder a few times; before the dagger, the rock was like tofu. Before long, he had carved a large hole into it, though he hadn't yet cut all the way through. The sharpness of the dagger allowed him to cut the stone without making a single sound.

"So, it’s the arrogant Sword Madman from back then," a deep voice resonated. A young man draped in gray robes walked out slowly before the Sword Madman, an archaic mirror floating above his shoulder.

By this time, Qin Feng and his group had already logged out of Dreamland. Yan Chuan, Cheng Gang, and Cao Shu-lin, who hadn't attended a single class in two months, acted as if the sun had risen in the west today; they all declared they wanted to go to the multimedia classroom with Qin Feng for lectures.

"Heh heh, the benefactor truly has eyes like torches. We have descended to the lower realm for two reasons: first, to witness your grace, and second, in the hope of reviving the legacy of the Buddhist Sect here. We hope you will grant this," the Buddha Shakyamuni said with a hint of embarrassment.

In the blink of an eye, the "Arrow of No Shadow" shot by "Pig's Thoughts" hit Qin Feng again. The fifth refraction negated the attack, but the frequency seemed too high—five attacks in four seconds, basically exceeding one strike per second. "Blade of Suffocation, Ethereal Trap, Flicker Strike"—Qin Feng unleashed his full power without reservation.

The groom, dressed in a crimson silk robe, radiated a natural, noble elegance. His hair was tied high, his features were peerlessly handsome, and he walked toward the bride with a calm, steady, and powerful stride.

The sudden appearance of Hu Lianke immediately drew the attention of everyone in the arena, including Harry and Tuklei.

In truth, the calm was merely a facade. For the first time in nearly a thousand years, outsiders had visited the Elf Forest. In the Elder Hall, ten elf elders sat in a circle on tall, imposing wooden chairs, their expressions stern. The yellow-haired cultivator and the scarred man stood between them, heads held high and chests puffed out, looking arrogant.