Chapter Sixty-Five: Do You Want a Wedding Too?

They knew the old general's background all too well. Before his retirement, he was a distinguished lieutenant general who had fought through the War of Liberation, outranking this senior colonel by a wide margin. Even in retirement, it hardly made sense for him to salute a senior colonel, let alone for the senior colonel to brazenly fail to return the salute.

Shortly thereafter, a large contingent of guards began to disperse, preparing to conduct a thorough search throughout the Lingyin Temple.

Yunxiu had witnessed too many predecessors get chewed out mercilessly for momentary carelessness, leaving her with lingering fears.

One could easily discern the profound mystery of this divine martial art just by looking at those who had practiced it: even when physically constrained and completely unarmed, they could still manage to perish together with the elite guards of the king.

Damn it, you want more? Keep pushing this and see if I don't spit right in your face, Zhang Sanfeng thought viciously to himself.

Yunxiu failed to grasp the danger and was genuinely prepared to walk right in. Lady Pei, however, caught the implication and hurriedly reached out to hold her back.

The points mall was dazzling with an array of commodities, but after looking closely, Xu Yang realized he could not afford a single thing, save for the cheapest item in the lowest tier—the D-grade lime powder.

As for myself, I just examined my condition thoroughly. Though there are some gaps in my memory, it doesn't affect anything at all! I am still Li Zhiyao, but apart from falling from the clouds, I have no idea about the rest.

Wu Hua furrowed his brow and shook his head. Over the past few days, he had shut himself indoors to compose his next upcoming single, leaving him no time to watch the news. Besides, his family didn't have cable television; back in 1997, cable subscription fees were still quite exorbitant.

"Are your aunt and uncle not home?" Seeing the house was dead silent, Jin Yexuan curiously craned his neck to peer around.

The tourists followed the tour guide off the bus, while Zhao Hui, Li Zhenguo, and a few others who chose not to climb the mountain remained behind to wait at the foot.

He saw that a man had suddenly appeared out of nowhere! His mood instantly soured. How could a man miraculously pop up the moment he stepped out?

Jiang Min glanced at Gao Xiaosong's expression, curled her lip, and quietly gave Lu Feifan a thumbs-up.

"My child, you must believe that Hanshuang will be completely fine! Think of the auspicious portents that occurred before her birth; I am certain she is no ordinary person!" The Heavenly Emperor stroked his beard thoughtfully, looking at Hanshuang with a benevolent smile.

"Mingyi, are you... alright?" Qin Lian'ai gently tugged at Song Mingyi's sleeve, looking with worry at his somewhat pale face, waiting for the reassuring "I'm fine" from him, but in vain.

"Oh, it's quite good. I'm staying at their place; it was him and his younger brother who saved me." Viewed that way, they were practically my saviors. Although I was extremely reluctant to share these details with a total stranger, since I had accepted their kindness, I had no choice but to answer obediently.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed to practice her cultivation technique, Baili Ruixuo heard Mother Bai's voice from outside. She slowly opened her eyes, her tone casual and indifferent: "Mother Bai, you may come in at any time before the grand wedding or even stay here in the Qingshi Palace."

I pressed my lips together in disappointment, crawled onto the bed, and stared blankly into space... Then, subconsciously, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 10:00 PM.

Finally, Tan Qiqi, standing to the side, could no longer hold her tongue and stepped forward to drop a remark that shocked everyone present.

They were arranged strictly by height, all with their eyes tightly closed and their hands crossed peacefully over their abdomens.

The whip consisted of ten sections—one handle and nine flexible lengths. Although refined to appear as a plain and unassuming weapon upon casual glance, a closer inspection still revealed the interlocking white bones within.

The grand array was locked in violent collision; one side was pressing the attack with full force while the other was desperately stalling for time. Under the offensive's overwhelming onslaught, the radiance of the Seven-Star Array began to dim gradually. The consumption of spirit stones required to resist the blows was simply too immense to sustain it for much longer.

Mian caught the medicine bottle from Mo Jiuling's hand. Even a glance at the pouch told him the contents were scarce, yet Mo Jiuling had effortlessly handed over several bottles without the slightest hesitation. This indeed gave them a flattering sense of unearned favor.

"Alright, let's go get something to eat. As elders, we must set a good example." Qin Leng led An Yurong toward the lounge.

"Since everyone is back, get ready to depart," Jun Yanchen said indifferently as he glanced outside.

Upon hearing Mo Jiuling's words, Mu Qingzhi's eyes flashed with intense hatred. That bitch Mo Jiuling certainly knew how to kick someone when they were down! Did she really think she could act lawlessly just because Jun Yanchen had arrived?

"You guessed correctly. This place is indeed the martial treasury you speak of, except its true name should be—Ghost Treasury!" Huangjin Zuoyou dropped a startling revelation.

Fang Mu also noticed the look of fear Old Man Duan directed toward him, but he thought nothing of it. On the contrary, he found Old Man Duan's apprehension quite advantageous. As long as the old man feared him, he would at least have to weigh the consequences before trying to stir up any trouble in Wang Town in the future.

"Oh, it's the Qin Corporation?" Liu Chengcheng seemed to recall something suddenly. She pulled over, parked her car, sat down on a stone bench in the park, and pulled out the recruitment flyer given by the company's receptionist.

Watching more and more disciples being slaughtered by the Blood Demons, high-ranking figures of Hunyuan Mountain like Gong Yulong were driven to red-eyed fury, yet they were utterly helpless.

Thinking about all this, Deshun felt a turbulent heart. He only hoped that Lord Jingxian would be magnanimous enough not to hold a grudge over past affairs. When sick, one turns to any doctor; in times of disaster, one worships any deity. How would one know if it worked without trying? Deshun bought some seasonal fruit from Dabaitao, brought along some money, and taking advantage of the early morning before the crowds gathered, he knocked on Jingxian's door.

All currently available intelligence had been compiled within, and remarkably, it was quite detailed. Most of the strategic directions had already been confirmed.

The sonic attack hurled nearby cars directly at his older brother. Struck by a vehicle, his brother was slammed heavily against the wall.

This hollow shell had already lost consciousness and sensory faculties, remaining entirely oblivious to the approaching danger of the approaching corpses.

Although the subsequent fourth and fifth waves of monsters would see a slight increase in both numbers and levels, judging by the current smooth operation of the team, there was still a fighting chance to hold the line.

Shi Meiyu suggested that the money could be placed here temporarily and then deposited into the bank gradually, disguised as daily business revenue from the shop. By spreading the deposits over a specified period, the funds would seamlessly transform into legitimate proceeds from Meiyuxuan's jade sales. Since Meiyuxuan paid a fixed annual tax quota, there was no need to worry about taxes on the newly added revenue.

Play to one's strengths, avoid weaknesses, bypass the enemy's sharp edge, and engage in flexible combat! I had long anticipated that the government forces, caught in a disadvantageous position, would resort to this. To maximize their military advantages, they were bound to take measures to minimize the combat effectiveness of the corpses, and urban warfare was unquestionably their optimal choice.