Chapter 193: Yun Bong-gil’s New Identity

On June 16, 1932, the Manchukuo naval fleet arrived at Chongjin Port. Tens of thousands of Japanese sailors took turns going ashore to construct a naval base.

After disembarking and setting foot on his homeland, Ji Yin Fengwen felt as if he were dreaming. From the moment he swore his oath before the assassination, he had never expected to survive, let alone return to his motherland. This life was truly miraculous.

"How does it feel to be back in your homeland?"

"I never thought I would return."

Mr. Murong smiled faintly, adjusted his glasses, and remained silent, watching the grim-faced Yan Zhigao.

Xia Shale walked toward the Yin Fish and began to unbutton his clothes. If he, Xia Shale, could not have it, he would not let Mu Kongshan obtain it so easily.

Wan Ziyan noticed the change in Su Hang’s expression and asked urgently, "Did you see something you shouldn't have?" As he spoke, he assumed a vigilant stance.

This spirit commander was an elephant transformed into a demon; even in human form, he retained thick legs and a long trunk, standing three times the height of an ordinary man.

This move was sure to invite accusations of kicking someone while they were down, but it was the most rational course of action. Tang Lou was beyond saving now; remaining tied to him would do more harm than good. Cutting ties immediately was the smartest strategy.

Wan Ziyan darted out from behind, holding a crossbow equipped with a bolt tied to a thick rope.

By early August, news reached Yuhang that the Rong people had captured two cities in Daizhou, sparking intense discussion even within the girls' academy.

Lin Jingyi pushed open the window and reached out, letting snowflakes land in her palm, watching as they melted away.

Beijing turned into the Forbidden City whenever it snowed. Zheng Baina looked at the falling flakes outside, thinking that if Bai Shu were a little older, he might look adorable in traditional costumes for a photoshoot.

The principle was similar to that of the Genji Dragon Blade; the light strip was wrapped around the hilt and also required charging.

The hosts and guests were delighted, and after a satisfying meal, Li the broker and the other men, all slightly tipsy, parted ways at the entrance of Xuanyuan Restaurant. The group from Mu Village then caught an ox cart driven by Fourth Uncle Mu to return home.

Luo Zhi listened to the older women gossiping about her right to her face, but she ignored them. With only a hundred households gathered in Mu Village, any family's business quickly became fodder for idle chatter.

"It’s not about the Great Peng, but why do you like this figure? Isn't it just a reproduction of an anime character? What's the point of having it? You can't eat it, you can only display it. Why not just look at me instead?" Han Linmei said, looking speechless.

Still, since he had landed, he decided to take another look at this world. It would be purely for sightseeing; he did not want to take on any missions—he just wanted to visit his old friends from years ago.

Member Li entered the courtyard calmly, looking Luo Zhi up and down as she stood beside the old man, and made his own assessments.

"I have no relationship with her whatsoever; it is entirely her own wishful thinking," Sheng Xiao explained hurriedly, fearing she might misunderstand.

Having gained experience from clearing out the Tiangu Sect, the Holy Prison Sect, the Chonghua Sect, and the Blood Cang Sect, Zuo Ming and his party found it even easier to repeat their tactics now that the masters of the Black-Clad Sword Sect and the White-Clad Sword Sect were dead.

Zhou He was not much of a drinker, and Sheng Xi had helped him block several glasses during the banquet that night. By now, she was feeling dizzy and heavy-headed.

Dinner was served in the courtyard. The evening autumn breeze carried a chill that felt incredibly refreshing. In the center of the table sat a large bamboo steamer filled with golden, plump dumplings. Dipped in sauce and bitten into, they were spicy, savory, and delicious; the rich aroma of pork cracklings blended with the fresh scent of chives, creating a texture that was hearty yet clean and non-greasy—utterly satisfying.

Upon meeting, Magni displayed great enthusiasm, completely unaware of the glint in the eyes hidden behind those oversized sunglasses.

Although arcane arts were not as rare as magic, they were still quite obscure, and people knew little about them. Seeing that Chen Muyun’s breathing was steady and he was clearly unharmed, they believed his words and dispersed.