Chapter One Hundred Forty: Exposure

At five in the morning, the most exhausting hour, the members of the Broken Sky Gang outside the warehouse were sprawled drunkenly in disarray, unaware that several shadowy figures were stealthily approaching.

Inside the warehouse, the rustling noises that had persisted all night had finally ceased, replaced only by the intermittent and irritating sounds of snoring.

The youth, pinching his nose, anxiously asked Yan Zhen, "Second Brother, is it time? Can we move now?"

Yan Zhen scolded sharply, "Put your hands down. What do you think you look like? You can smell the stench of a tomb, but now you can't stand this?"

The boy, unfazed by his brother, retorted, "The smell of the dead in a tomb is much better than this. I'd rather go down into the grave!"

Yan Zhen smacked the back of the boy’s head.

The old gentleman walked past Zheng Chenheng with a cold expression, not sparing him a glance, and headed straight inside. Zheng Chenheng looked up, sighed softly, and reluctantly followed.

A dagger-shaped lightning bolt pierced the back, threatening to impale Xiang Ye through and through, when suddenly a mysterious incantation echoed from the forest.

With a loud thud, a four-meter-tall black camphor wood gate crashed inward. A pair of golden high heels stepped onto the gate, layers of fighting energy fluttering across a qipao, exuding an aura of regal dominance.

You see, these emperors and generals may have long since passed away, yet they insisted on burying their treasures with them. Though many precious antiques have been preserved thanks to tombs, it still seems excessive.

In the private room, Zhao Zixian sat at the head of the table—a seat that the modest Wang Fu had long hesitated to claim, for the honest Wang Fu refused to occupy the chief position.

Wang Haoming took a white wax-handled Luoyang shovel that Liu Kan had prepared and compared it to the one in his hand. It was roughly half the weight, but this white wax-handled tool was over two meters long, making it far less convenient to carry than his own.

Su Yi’s days grew increasingly busy. Due to the sweltering weather, every palace had to prepare refreshing snacks and teas to beat the heat, and even the usual meals began to be more elaborate.

The falling duelist smiled, suddenly sweeping his sword. The blade lengthened sharply, shattering the glider’s wing with a single strike. Then the blade flicked like a whip, coiling around a protruding rock, effortlessly swinging toward the mountains below.

“Now, you may leave!” His words were directed at Cong Huifang, uttered with no courtesy. Cong Huifang’s face immediately stiffened.

Knowing the importance of keeping the identity of the familiar secret, yet voluntarily revealing herself so easily, stirred a hint of suspicion in Gabriel.

Myanmar’s largest jade market is located in Mandalay, the country’s second-largest city, southwest of the urban center. Every day, merchants from all over the world gather there to purchase jade.

In the afternoon, just as Han Yiran returned home from work, she froze—her front door had been splattered with glaring red paint, with vulgar insults scrawled on it. Anyone unfamiliar would think loan sharks had come demanding money.

Scanning around, she finally spotted the gleam of magical blocks in a corner safe. She easily opened it and securely sealed the four magical blocks inside ice.

Within just over ten minutes, Jiang Xin had only copied part of the spirit capture techniques capable of restraining ordinary spirits and the method of upper body assimilation. As for the spirit-wearing technique, which might have side effects, although he had learned it, Jiang Xin had no intention of using it.

She was well aware of the Yang family’s strength in Yanjing and had not expected Yang Kunpeng to back down out of fear of their power. Thinking this over, she hurried upstairs to the second-floor private room to discuss matters with her sister.

Previously, Qin Su had said the secret realm wouldn’t open for almost two more months, so this interval was perfect to see if the Clear Spring Pill could boost the cultivation of the blue-eyed, white-pupiled practitioner.

For this usually outspoken youth, Zhuo Yuming felt no annoyance, only a smile.

“You’d better confess honestly. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless and throwing you down the stairs. You won’t die, but you’ll be crippled. Think carefully,” Ye Ling threatened coldly.

—“Perhaps it’s because the lord’s last performance was too... heroic. So headquarters chose a real-world mission setting.”

“What? Are they planning to acquire our game, Three Kingdoms Kill?” Peng Shuang asked anxiously.