Chapter 209: Setting an Ambush for the Weapon

There were no heavy weapons at Ping'an Village in Shulan; those were with Chen Jiehua. Shanhua Village was thirty miles away from Ping'an, and Chen Jiehua chose to assemble at Ping'an primarily to guard against traitors within Guan Wuhen’s independent regiment. It would be best if there were no traitors, but what if there were? Whether the traitor tipped off the puppet troops or went straight to the Japanese, the Kwantung Army would surely set an ambush near Ping'an. But if the Doihara Agency learned of this, suddenly emerging in Northeast China...

I had a rough idea of the next half a year, but one doubt remained: "When did you and Gao Cheng begin making contact?" Almost under the close surveillance of Qiu Yuebai, how did he manage to evade those sharp eyes and reach an agreement with Gao Cheng?

A pure silver Pixiu, over fifty meters tall, stared vigilantly at Axin and the others with its fiery, blood-red diamond eyes, a low and menacing growl rumbling from deep within its throat—this massive, solid silver creature must have been enchanted with magic to simulate life.

"Luo, can you stop with the nonsense?" Qu Xinhua walked over, her face cold as she interrupted. "Report to Brother Cheng quickly so we can get to work." I raised an eyebrow. Work? I tilted my head back to look at the view again—what kind of work could be done here?

Yet, that is precisely why I found it so strange. Why was Ye Ling willing to tell me these things, but not Xia Junfan? Could it be that he wanted Xia Junfan dead?

Not long after, the new draft ceremony began. As a dual MVP, champion, and the undisputed face of the league, Li Qiang was invited to sit beside David Ernst. Also sitting near Li Qiang were superstars like LeBron and Kobe, as well as top league coaches like the Zen Master.

It was said that some retainers of the Medici family had arrived recently, but since those retainers were linked to the attack, they were imprisoned by the Leopard Clan chief due to their highly suspicious motives and allegiances.

Oriander held his sword across his chest, observing the magic circle flickering with ominous light with the sharp, discerning gaze of a swordsman.

The purpose of the Bailing Assembly was to resist the evil spirits of the Ancient Cave. Naturally, the Half-Moon God of the Southern Frontier shared this goal. The ancestors of the Southern Frontier Half-Moon God had once battled these evil spirits, and now, seeing the man in the black robe, the Half-Moon God had no intention of being deceived.

It seemed that Xia Junfan was chatting with someone but had forgotten to close the application, leaving it open on the screen.

However, the entire staff of the Caishi Street Inspection Office cast looks of envy at Qin Fei.

Li Hunu’s flagstaff flew from his hand, shooting toward Liu Renzhong’s chest. Reaching back, he grabbed his bronze staff, let out a roar, and leaped into the air, smashing it down with a thunderous blow.

Nie Xian, also from the Nie clan, was even worse off than Jiang Lingzhu; the green robe, standard attire for the Lingyun Sect, looked as if it had been torn to shreds and then stitched back together.

With the New Year approaching, Zhuque Street was decorated with lanterns and festoons, yet this festive atmosphere could not dispel the melancholy in Xu Chen’s heart.

But when Lin Xun appeared, the conflict was resolved in the smoothest way possible, without him even needing to lift a finger.

After such a long pursuit, the leader of the hunters could sense Nie Tian’s exhaustion.

"Old Bai, you are truly cunning..." Chang Kaishen realized that his father-in-law had played a timing trick; just as he unleashed his "Plague-Dispelling Qi," he had already cut off his own defensive aura.

The colossal phantom remained unmoved amidst the roaring waves. The giant surges in the sea of primordial energy lashed at the surface, the immense impact shattering the energy-infused water into a faint mist that condensed toward the giant phantom in the high sky, leaving trails of starlight in the air.

In fact, in this Yanfu world where it is said that "Buddhas exist everywhere across the ten directions and three times," cultivators who reach the highest state of the Feathering Stage can establish their own sects, raise their own banners, and declare themselves "Buddhas"—or "Pratyekabuddhas"—meaning those who have attained enlightenment on their own through deep realization.

Boom! The vortex, losing the support of the remnant soul’s power, was instantly shattered by the Chaos Thunder Mountain, bursting in all directions and dissolving into fine, wandering eddies.

I reached out and pinched Jiayu’s chin. Watching this overbearing yet warm-hearted boy before her, who had been laughing and joking just a moment ago, Jiayu marveled at how his expression could change faster than the seventy-two transformations of Sun Wukong.

Master Jin the Second never imagined that anyone would dare to challenge all four of their elders in the main hall of the Jin family.

Kai Yang disguised himself well, laughing and joking as he walked Jiayu back to the Aegean Castle as usual. Jiayu, kept in the dark, never suspected that this would be the last time Kai Yang would pick her up from school.

In his mind, memories flashed like a revolving lantern—the appearance of the emperor from before. Back then, when he had visited the Demon-Subduing Clan, he was so spirited and dashing, sitting and discussing the Dao with Xuan Shitian, looking every bit the man destined to command the landscape and shape the destiny of the world.

That was enough. Xu Yang was actually reluctant to let them become inner disciples of a famous sect.

Likewise, Kai Yang’s words were heard perfectly by Jiayu, who was nearly fainting from pain. It felt as if the deepest part of her heart had been gently lifted by a feather, warmed and tenderly cared for. Upon hearing his words, her lips curled upward involuntarily, forming a pure, beautiful, and happy smile.

"Old sir, whatever it is you want to do, please stop beating around the bush," Zhang Sanfeng said, sensing that the other party did not seem to harbor any malice.

He should have been happy that Liang Yishan was no longer pestering him, but for some reason, Song Zimo felt a blockage in his heart, as if this was not the outcome he had hoped for.

Finally, the two knelt on the summit of the Nameless Mountain, kowtowing three times to the vast earth and pouring three bowls of yellow wine as a gesture of gratitude for Liu Banxian’s life-saving grace.