Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Delicate Song Jianing

It was evident that this giant crab possessed immense strength. The red, gleaming carapace alone spoke volumes about its incredible sturdiness.

Walking together down the street, they frequently brushed past tourists and villagers hurrying off to watch the filming of a television series.

"Brother Liufen, I heard that your esteemed military command in the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, where the army forces are stationed, is reinforcing its troops on the northern front? You are going to fight within the territories of Korea, and it will be difficult for us to meet in the future," Ishikawa probed cautiously.

Just like this, the prologue to the first active offensive by the expeditionary forces of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty's Northeast Military Region, following their formal entry into Korean territory, was about to officially unfold.

Although the Crown Prince was unaware of the situation on the King's end, he had waited for this day for too long and did not wish to wait even a moment longer.

"Not quite. Although the Five Extremes Temple has five distinct dojos, its lineages are classified by five different methods of Daoist cultivation, which is fundamentally different from our Kunyuan Palace," Palace Master Xue said.

The two children stated their names, and Sister Hong gently touched their heads. About ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination, and Sister Hong led them in front of a villa.

"Lord Beile, this old servant merely asked Yi'er whether the quilts the First Imperial Consort placed in the wardrobe had been taken out to air in the sun. I truly said nothing else!" Nanny Tongjia protested, feeling deeply wronged.

However, adhering to the principle that the enemy of one's enemy is a friend, she could draw closer to the Third Imperial Consort in the future.

This included a large remaining piece of scale armor from the wide-mouthed snapping dragon. Most of the behemoth's scales had been used by Black Iron to forge equipment. To ensure fairness in the distribution among the others, this piece was put up for auction in exchange for gold coins so it could be divided more equitably.

Those in the know were well aware that Hodson was avenging his brother. As for the others, they could not fathom why a senior in his third year—an eighth-rank warrior ranked twentieth in the school—would challenge a first-year freshman to a sparring match.

Amos walked into the dim room, caught sight of the disheveled prince, and bowed in greeting.

Xue'er could not hear Zheng Shuang's voice and wanted to open her eyes to take a look. However, another voice told her to wait a little longer and see what his next move would be. Xue'er forced herself to summon her patience, waiting quietly.

Ye Yi'an withdrew his gaze from the window, filled four cups of Xiangyang Drunk, and invited the others to drink as the banquet began. Despite the sumptuous food and wine, no one had any appetite for the feast. After perfunctorily finishing three rounds of drinks, Lin Zixing was the first to ask about the reason for today's invitation.

"Did you see that? People always call us the sick men of East Asia. The upcoming battle between the yellow and white races is the moment for you to prove yourselves," Situ Nan shouted loudly.

Inside the grand hall, An Ruoxuan, An Ba, An Shisan, and all the other members of the An family, along with the subordinates under Bai Muxi's command, stared blankly at Muyun. They had no inkling of Muyun's background or who he truly was.

Muyun pulled the trigger, and instantly, a charge of blue buckshot blasted directly toward the man's back.

From the moment the "Smiling Tiger" had started speaking until now, his turbulent mind had not even had time to react.

Bai Yun gently stroked the delicate, cool face of the beauty before him with his hand, and then pulled her into a tight embrace.

Life is like this; it is not about finding joy amidst hardship, but rather about facing the impermanence of the path ahead with calm acceptance.

After finishing his internal complaints, Yan Zhen dodged and retreated simultaneously, attempting to fall back to the side to think of a strategy and countermeasure.

Truth be told, Bai Qing's cultivation was even inferior to Yang Quan's, but he was Yang Sen's disciple. Since Yang Quan was Yang Sen's grandson, calling him uncle was somewhat logical.

To create an ecological environment closer to the wild, the area where the Haidongqing falcon was kept had almost no light whatsoever. This meant the visibility was extremely poor. For an ordinary person under such conditions, let alone taming the falcon, finding it might prove impossible.

When the middle-aged demonic cultivator with exceptionally large ears spoke thus, a chorus of astonished gasps immediately arose from the surrounding crowd. This Long-Eared Rat was no ordinary figure; single-handedly, he had breached a sect gate and ruthlessly wiped out the second-grade immortal sect, the Yangfu Immortal Sect. It was rumored that the Long-Eared Rat could hear every single movement within a radius of several hundred miles.

Three sword auras simultaneously struck the force shield before him. The force shield burst, and the remaining momentum of the three sword auras struck his body.

Therefore, at this moment, they did not need to trouble themselves with gathering forage and other such matters, and could rest in peace.

The bird's nest that had taken such effort to build was gone. An Zi felt a deep sense of regret and hid in his secret chamber, refusing to step outside. Why? Because the academy was surrounded by a massive horde of cultivators waiting for the gates to open so they could recruit disciples. Meanwhile, the disciples within the academy were unprecedentedly united; their relations with the inner sect disciples of the Fu family had slightly eased, their mobilization was smooth, and their enthusiasm for guarding the academy was high. Looking at it another way, it was an unintended success.

Now it appeared that the raging fire within the Minor Fire Origin Realm was clearly overflowing from the Primordial Yang Fire Prison. And the source of this overflow was precisely that circular opening from just a moment ago.

"Stinking Lu Yu, you left without a word and didn't even tell me," Tuka Feng muttered under her breath.

Chen Feng took a deep breath. When his gaze swept over the buildings on both sides of the street, a profound sense of wariness filled his eyes. With so many residential structures in this ancient city, who could tell from behind which door a hand might suddenly reach out?

The fused power surpassed the original boundary of the realm, and with unstoppable force, it slammed heavily into the shadow.

This was the kind of situation that usually only occurred when they encountered extremely wealthy second-generation heirs in the past.

Seeing Shiyi at the entrance of the stairs, Wanping completely ignored the angry Nix and several other goblins, walked straight up to Shiyi, and extended a hand in welcome.

Bai Peng and Zhu Yucun went upstairs, both wearing cold expressions, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to a couple married for many years.

When Qingqing uttered the word "retribution," the faces of the village chief and the others present turned unsightly. This was a taboo within the village, strictly forbidden to be spoken of. Once mentioned, the hearts of the villagers would scatter in fear.

Many elite disciples and numerous elders gathered here, hoping to extract more useful information from Liu Zhengfeng's lips.

"Ha, does a fool still dream of making a comeback? How utterly presumptuous. Later, I'll let the brothers have some fun with you."

I also glanced out the window and slowly uttered two words: "Editor-in-Chief." Everyone burst into laughter, and some even started clapping.

"I wonder if my father told you that I encountered some trouble over here..." Chi Feichi wondered whether he should mention the organization to Chi Kanai.