Volume One, Chapter 30: The Spring Festival of the Year of the Snake.

It moves! It really moves! It is quite agile! It is somewhat like a Hunter player controlling their pet; although one cannot give very specific commands, there is no difficulty in executing broad maneuvers.

Meanwhile, at the North Mountain of Gu Guan, the Second Regiment swept through like an autumn gale, capturing several positions northwest of Yaojiadian and along the riverbank in quick succession. The remnants of the enemy forces were unable to organize any counterattack, fleeing in chaos toward the town of Gu Guan.

Little did she know, Zhao Jiaqi was eavesdropping at the bedroom door. She had not expected Zhou Ming to approach so silently, and he gave her such a start that she could not help but press her delicate hand against her chest.

He scanned his surroundings in astonishment, but aside from the corpse of Wu Bing and the mangled remains of Jin Bao, there was nothing else to be seen.

Wu Yuezheng spent two days sorting through the items left behind by the Spirit Domain Sect. After categorizing them, he stored everything in a storage disk. For ease of transport, he fashioned a strap for He Wu, threading the storage bag and the Beast Soul bag onto it so that they could be hung from his waist.

As for Yang Pan'er, she did not even glance at the kitchen, for she knew that Yang Pan'er would never step foot in one.

"Leave these two to me!" He Wu said, flicking a spirit snake from his other hand toward the tall man beside him, and in an instant, he engaged them both in battle.

Dead Lily’s nonsense left Ye Hua between laughter and tears. Although it had temporarily calmed the others and gotten him out of a tight spot, what would happen if someone asked him for a favor in the future?

Deep down, he wondered how things were going with the War Wolves; there had been no word from them yet.

Upon entering, Zhao Ziyi discovered that Xu Xian, with a look of intense focus, was not doing anything else, but was instead persistently trying to play the musical score he had just given her on the yangqin.

The next day, she was stabbed several times to silence her and her body was discarded outside the city. Fortunately, Wang was returning to the capital and rescued her while passing through the mountain road. During her coma, she vaguely overheard Yu Si whispering to the Prince of Xiang about the Empress's secret plot to frame the Prince of Sheng, leading her to conclude that her enemy must be the Empress herself.

With nearly twenty billion in combat power fully released, this energy was sufficient to destroy a galaxy in this universe with a mere flick.

Five miles outside Pyongyang, Pu Biao was rushing toward the city with three hundred infantry and cavalry. Seeing someone blocking the road, he called out, "Who stands before me, and why do you obstruct my path?"

This pressure was not something the other man was actively projecting; it was a spontaneous aura. The feeling the man gave him was that of invincibility—true, absolute invincibility.

Fan Xiaodong, terrified, made a split-second decision. He pulled out a blood-red talisman and, with a silent incantation, channeled his spiritual energy into it.

Passing through the light barrier, the roar of thunder continued to echo in his ears. Wang Jie did not linger; skirting the violent strikes of lightning beams, he sped rapidly into the depths.

The two teams took the stage and moved to their positions. Under the gaze of thousands, the final match of the city center’s internet cafe competition officially began.

So that was it! Glancing slightly back at Bardock, who was following behind him, Red was somewhat surprised.

"The Seven-Star Grass is in the Seven-Star Valley, which is the forbidden land of the Dragon-Protecting Clan. How do you expect to go there?" Long Qingcheng asked with a huff.

Just then, a violent disturbance from the back mountain startled the group. They exchanged glances, nodded in tacit agreement, and their figures vanished.

Initially, Millennium’s top management had argued that the costs would be too high and were unwilling to cooperate with Shengshi; it was only Huang Qinghua’s insistence that pushed the partnership through.

Jin Zhongyuan kept his head down, continuing his work. After a period of care, his movements had become skillful and professional.

In the darkness, Shen Ci retrieved a fluorite from his sword case, illuminating his surroundings to inspect them carefully.

However, after following Li Qing for a while, Xu Ruoxuan realized that trying to make it on her own was exhausting and the prospects were slim. Following Li Qing was different; the material life she craved was within reach, and even becoming famous was no longer difficult.

Secretly etching the vow "I shall not be human if I do not avenge this" into his heart, he still asked Chen Kai if there were any other questions.

Ao Fen was the same; his face suddenly turned deathly pale. The Ice Sea had failed to breach the Shenzhou Gate; the lives of countless sea-tribe soldiers had been spent only to blast a hole in the protective shield above the gate.

Amidst the surging crowd, a path suddenly opened automatically. Young Master Yao strolled over, fanning himself while surrounded by his sycophants, looking exceptionally dashing and suave. Judging by his direction, he was indeed heading toward the pavilion where they stood.

The aunt’s smile suddenly froze, as if she had thought of something painful. The spark in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sense of gloom.

Seeing the jade stone crack, the surrounding crowd began to whisper, and many looked at Song Fei, Tang Yun, and the others with schadenfreude.

Tao Xian was assisting Su Ruotian. His help was limited; he simply followed her instructions, wearing asbestos gloves to rotate the trays in the oven, fetching fresh dough and flour, adjusting the settings of the dough mixer at the right moments, or packing the flatbreads.

"You promised us that your Yunxiao Sect would not be the first to attack us," Ziling suddenly recalled, reminding the rugged youth.

Was it really just nonsense? From her expression earlier, I could tell it wasn't that simple. She might actually have something important to tell us.

Fang Yan’s palm moved slightly, and one of the medicinal herbs, wrapped in primordial energy, suddenly trembled and crumbled into a pile of powder.

Upon meeting the families of the two academicians, Zhu Xiaoqi became even more certain of this judgment. They were all very calm; the Zheng family had already sent people to comfort them, claiming the two academicians were away on a research project and would not be home for a while, and they had even been allowed to hold a video call.

It was not that he did not want to answer Yuan Shu’s question; it was because he understood that no matter how he explained it now, Yuan Shu would not listen. After all, as Yuan Shu’s older brother, he knew his character all too well.

As he spoke, Lu Lin moved his thoughts and projected the titles of every song written by Jonathan Lee on Earth onto the screen in the live broadcast room, asking all the viewers on Earth to vote for the six most suitable songs.

Chu Yuhu did not open the door, as her room did not have a single bed, but a comfortable five-foot-wide double bed. She simply did not want the troublesome Wei Qingxiao to stay. If Wei Qingxiao stayed, this reckless person would greatly increase the risk of her being exposed to Cheng Yan, which would be a fatal complication.

Zhang Ren glanced at Zhao Yun and Yu Du. After looking up at the sky and contemplating the matter, he had already devised a solution and issued orders to the two of them.