Chapter 157: Secrets

Liu Cui's smile stiffened slightly. "If you ever feel like venting, you can come to me anytime..."

Seeing Lu Yalan cross her arms and arch an eyebrow at her, wearing a look that clearly said, "I'd love to see how you pull off this act," she felt her teeth itch with annoyance, yet she still had to force a sweet tone. "Here's the thing: the Madam asked me to deliver ginseng tea to the commander, but my stomach is acting up and it's simply... could you please do this favor and deliver it for me?"

With that, she raised the tray in her hands and looked at Lu Yalan with an expectant expression.

Lu Yalan originally wanted to say that her stomachache had nothing to do with her, but then she thought better of it: if she didn't go this time, who knew what she might encounter the next time? Her foot, which had been poised to step backward, came to a halt, and in the end, she took the tray.

The study was a heavily guarded place. The moment Lu Yalan arrived here...

Long Tianna was naturally at ease; after all, her opponent could not compare to her in terms of appearance, figure, or temperament, so what did she have to be afraid of?

Mo Qian lay against Lu Yunchen's embrace with a trace of boredom, then recalled her three wandering souls and seven mortal spirits whose whereabouts remained completely unknown. With a look of utter existential despair, she wondered when she would ever be able to transform into a true human form, and what she had been like in the past. She was so curious.

Thinking of Duan Tianya, her heart tightened involuntarily. Duan Tianya was merely at the early-stage peak of Celestial Immortality—could he possibly survive a battle of this magnitude?

Additionally, because the developer was a parent of one of her mother's students, she managed to purchase this apartment at an internal staff price.

At this moment, all around, both in the air and on the ground, a profound silence reigned. Only the sound of garments snapping fiercely in the wind remained. Yuan Yufei frowned slightly; she could already feel the pressure—a pressure bearing down upon flight. The closer she got to the valley entrance, the stronger this pressure became, making flight in the air increasingly difficult.

However, Daniel had learned far more than just magic over the past few months; his close-combat instructor was a fierce individual fully capable of taking down a tank in single combat.

The third form of the Frigid Sword Technique, named the Frost Heavenly Punishment, allowed the wielder to borrow the power of the heavens, condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and summon a sword from the firmament to obliterate anyone targeted by the strike.

At the very beginning, he uttered a remark, but Li Ding ignored him. Yet he was not discouraged at all; instead, he smiled and handed over a cigarette.

Lu Qingjin glanced at her and asked doubtfully, "Aren't there no mice in this imperial palace?" As she spoke, she picked up some scattered vegetable leaves from the ground, noticing that the radish leaves had grown withered and the cabbage leaves had turned yellow and dry, suggesting they had fully matured before being stolen.

At the summit of the towering skyscraper, the baby dragon, still wearing a piece of eggshell on its head, emitted the very first roar of its life.

The crowd hurriedly pulled several unfortunate mercenaries out from where they had been buried in the soil. Although those two rocket-propelled grenades had not directly killed anyone, the flying shards of rock had crushed four to death and wounded nine.

"What is wrong with you?" Hua Weiyang asked with a puzzled look. He had always been as calm and detached as water, so why was he acting so uncharacteristically?

Drawn by the massive surge of primordial energy, the surrounding people and the tables and chairs began to vibrate violently in resonance with this energy wave.

After resting for two days in Xuzhou, Shu Ye formulated a new strategic plan. On the third day, he personally led his troops out of the city to meet the enemy, defeating the forces of Dayu in three consecutive battles with the momentum of splitting bamboo. Recovering the three prefectures of You, Yun, and Yan was within touching distance.

In the sky, wave after wave of terrifying spiritual consciousness undulations swept past. The searing temperature of the pale white flames nearly set the entire totem territory ablaze.

Mo Feng knew that the old woman's mindset was not an isolated case; she represented the inner thoughts of countless people. The Chinese people loved to follow the crowd blindly, and when the government's confidence in Traditional Chinese Medicine had already begun to waver, how could one possibly expect ordinary citizens to believe in it?

As it happened, she had returned home during the Lunar New Year because an elderly family member fell ill. Qiu Lian stayed behind to take care of the elder, and her stay lasted for several months.

Just as Mo Feng was preparing to find a place to hide and observe for a while before deciding on his next move, the gunshots abruptly ceased. The forest plunged once more into a deathly stillness, and the pungent smell of gunpowder drifted through the trees, making Mo Feng wrinkle his brow in displeasure.

Zheng Donglin flicked his sleeves, and a sharp, popping sound echoed from his palms. A vast surge of spiritual energy rapidly condensed into a fiery shield that struck directly at the incoming ice spikes. Yet the moment it touched the ice spikes, it transformed into a soft cloth, completely enveloping the chillingly lethal and fierce shards of ice.

A pale, slender hand emerged from the sandy mist, pressing down from above. Bathed in the sunlight, it gleamed with a jade-like luster, its five fingers curved into hooks as it tore through the air.