Chapter 35: Ruthless Enough to Spare Not Even Oneself

It began to drizzle, and within ten minutes, the rain grew heavy.

Ming Ziluo found herself with some free time and decided to visit Guan Yueyue. Wanting to surprise her, she did not give any advance notice.

Building 3, Unit 1, Room 805.

As she approached the room, she raised her hand to knock, but suddenly, she heard a sound from within.

It was clear at a glance that a one-sided gunfight had taken place here, as all the shell casings were concentrated in one spot.

Upon hearing the sound, Liu Xuening’s expression softened. She lowered her hand and returned to her previous frozen posture. Zhou Ling, who had been deathly pale, immediately regained his vitality. As for Deng Shuyu, Ling Han, and Li Xin, they were beyond words, their faces filled with a mixture of shock, joy, and disbelief.

Song Qing and his sister, Song Ci, were also startled by Song Li. They wondered if it was truly appropriate to lecture a Tribulation-stage expert as if they were a wayward junior.

Still, they felt incredibly fortunate to have survived an encounter with that terrifying prehistoric serpent. Thinking back on it now made their skin crawl; if not for their luck, they would likely have ended up as sea burials like the other unfortunate cultivators.

However, just as he took a single step, a sharp pain pierced his heart. His semi-saint heart pounded violently, as if trying to tear itself out of his chest.

Just as he was about to strike down the fourth of the Eight Sons of Life and Death, a light of origin erupted within the pitch-black bronze temple.

Yet, if one were to tell them that these people were new disciples recruited by the Vermillion Bird Sect—that they possessed innate bloodlines for cultivation but had failed to activate them initially, requiring the sect to painstakingly locate them—perhaps it would dispel their concerns.

"I've prepared your bathwater. Go and wash up quickly!" Li Mengxi said, looking at Qin Tian with the air of a devoted wife.

The earth trembled violently. Giant trolls pushed massive siege engines forward, shaking the ground as if the world were collapsing.

As soon as the words fell, Dolan felt herself being watched, as if by the beasts of the far northern steppes that had nothing but an appetite for human flesh. She finally turned her head toward the dark-skinned youth sitting across from her.

"Put on these clothes," the maid said, her voice trembling. The fact that she could speak at all spoke to her exceptional mental fortitude; anyone else would likely have fainted from terror long ago.

Nian Yun knew the family's customs and understood that she was referring to Princess Shengping. Unsure of the situation upon waking, Nian Yun dared not delay and hurried to follow her.

But Li Yi was not the most suitable candidate. To a certain extent, even if he were perfect in every way and capable of securing the welfare of the Great Tang, he had always been excluded, unless it were an absolute last resort.

The statue was carved from jade, outlining magnificent flowing robes and a graceful, ethereal figure. Its exquisite features were the result of the craftsman pouring his life's talent into the carving.

Wang Kai paused for a moment before speaking. Hu Qingmo nodded toward Li Mingfeng, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Mu Qianxun sat before the bronze mirror, slowly grooming her thick hair. She stared into the mirror with vacant eyes, her hands repeating the same motion over and over.

Mogi had gained a basic understanding of the garrison at Rehe. Knowing that the 41st Army lacked clothing and ammunition and was fighting deep behind enemy lines, he planned to take Chifeng City immediately. He turned to signal his staff officers to begin drafting the attack plan.

Ye Qingcheng did not dare to relax for even a second. She did not believe that such an old man would shout without a purpose. Regardless of what his goal was, she and Xia Xun would simply continue their act.

"You, you... you're going to be the death of me!" Regiment Commander Gao grabbed his water cup and twisted off the lid. He took a sip, realized it was empty, and slammed it back down. The political instructor hurriedly picked up the cup to refill it. After taking a drink, the Commander lit a cigarette, and his mood eased slightly.