Chapter 207: Crossing Motian Ridge by Night

Guided hand-in-hand by Jin Zhenji, Chen Jiehua finally reached a secret supply point near Motian Ridge—a mountain cave. It was clear that Jin Zhenji frequented this place. Once inside, she blocked the entrance with stones and lit a kerosene lamp.

"Here, eat something to regain your strength."

"What is this?" Chen Jiehua examined the dark, hard ration Jin Zhenji had given her, turning it over under the dim light. She thought that rather than learning how to be a proper sister, she should learn to be a qualified pawn—one devoid of true emotion, for such a pawn would feel no pain and find life much easier than it currently was.

The old woman was truly formidable, her words airtight. Yang Yule and Ling Xiaocan seemed at a loss; they decided to leave first and sort out their thoughts later.

Li Changjiu looked at the cold glint of his sword, nodded, and leaped into the air. The blade flashed as he danced through the courtyard. The people of Luoshui valued martial arts, and everyone practiced for self-defense. The onlookers recognized Li Changjiu’s skill and broke into applause.

"Your Majesty, I am wronged! I have done nothing of the sort..." A maid in a crimson dress immediately knelt and kowtowed in denial.

"What? Did I really hit the mark?" He tilted his mouth into an intriguing curve and asked in a flat tone.

After everyone retired for the night, Su Qing returned to her tent, opened the overhead flap, and lay on her sleeping pad, gazing at the starry sky—especially the full moon, bright and jade-like.

Leng Haoxuan and Tang Ning’an stood on either side of Ningning. From a distance, they looked like a happy family of three, peaceful and content. But appearances can be deceiving; in reality, they were far from harmonious.

Unexpectedly, Qian Feng’s moves became chaotic under Tian Xiong’s assault, as if he were struggling to evade. Tian Xiong sneered, "Do you think you can escape?" His hand seals shifted, and a phantom figure emerged, wielding a giant axe as it swung down.

She could not understand their conversation. She wondered if this was what they called a battle between experts, where one moment of negligence could lead to being instantly killed or killing the other. That was how it always happened in martial arts dramas.

The same question crossed Arthur’s mind, and he became even more convinced that he must capture these individuals alive.

"They didn't retreat to the Gray Forest?" Mo Fei and the others were stunned by the movements of the fierce beasts.

A short distance past the entrance to the Blue-Blooded base lay the core area of the subway tunnel. From afar, they saw a patch of brightness so intense it felt like a sun hanging there, too blinding to look at directly.

Within the space-time tunnel, although Wang Peng managed to keep his soul from being torn apart, it suffered grave injuries. The makeshift repairs had saved his soul, but they left behind severe aftereffects.

As one of the optional rounds for the multi-function rifle, the cryo-bullet was generally used to slow down enemies or freeze timed bombs. Though usually useless, it proved handy in this situation.

Days ago, the Indiana Pacers—a team far stronger than them—had been soundly beaten here. The chances of the bottom-tier Bucks winning were slim.

Kobe finally looked up at Noah, thinking to himself that his teammate was an idiot. Why respond to that sly fox? Could that guy even speak like a human?

Generally, the blood-refining technique was only used when a magical artifact was too powerful for an ordinary cultivator to refine, requiring blood to bind it to the user.

"One kind is embellished language, which represents the situation at the time—don't underestimate embellishment; it has the power to alter dimensions. As for the other, it is the raw truth, presented before you without any decoration," Zhen said, squinting.

"The mission has just begun, and we already face enemies of this caliber. I wonder what the final boss will be like." Wang Peng put away his card and continued forward, following the prompts to find the missing child of Uncle Yang, heading deep into the forest with Kakashi.

Guilimo and the three gunmen watched Wang Peng’s attempt to destroy the "Seal of Orichalcos" with scornful smiles, as if mocking the naivety of Wang Peng and Dark Yugi.

Turning to look at Yi Xiaoyue, he found her standing there blankly, her eyes devoid of light, unresponsive to his calls.

"Want to run?" Li Xiaoyuan laughed, leaped up, and stomped both feet onto the giant snake’s tail.

Yan Jiu walked in, clutching two jars of wine, a scroll tucked into his belt, and a long sword strapped to his back. Seeing Fu Duoxi waiting at the door, he sniffed the air and exclaimed at the fragrant scent.

"Alright, let's try it." Chen Yuan pursed his lips, flicked his whisk, and led Fu Duoxi to the exit of Chenmu Fortress.

After tonight, she and Xu Zheng would have no further connection. All he left behind was his retreating figure and the tenderness of this night.

If the Second Prince were to die, not only would he lose a great general, but as an Emperor, where would his dignity remain?

Black smoke began to rise from his gruesome wounds, which refused to heal.

The Elder of the Bai family turned serious, his hands forming seals as infinite spiritual energy poured into his palms.

Xu Zheng did not respond; the night fell into silence again, and they could hear each other’s breathing.

According to Xue Shisan’s memory, Xue Jianshang’s Dao Embryo appeared to be shaped like a sword. Once activated, it released such a terrifying sharpness that the very air seemed to tear apart in all directions.

Su Yi saw how much fun Xing’er was having and didn't want to dampen her mood, so she said nothing more, merely pushing the swing back and forth.

Ono Ryuji felt his plane shudder. Looking over, he saw thick smoke pouring from the right wing—clearly, the stealth attack by the Chinese fighter had struck its mark.

Consort Jia, dressed in a crimson Suzhou-embroidered silk gown with lotus patterns, strolled through the Imperial Garden. The heat of the day had passed; the garden was lush with shade, thick with shrubs, and filled with the scent of flowers carried on a gentle breeze.

The latter part of the sentence was directed at Diana, who stood to Li Chen’s right, chatting animatedly with Heliana and He Chaoqiong.

Bai Qian held the lifeless Mu Bai, refusing to eat or drink for a whole night. He knew he was cruel, but he had done it for the Su family. His younger self had not known that this fateful arrangement would lead the Su family to such a catastrophe thirty years later.