Volume 1, Chapter 33: A Step Back for Each
[Notification! The Chaos Devouring Heaven Technique has been practicing non-stop for 24 hours, angrily cursing its unscrupulous host. The technique has reached 0.1% completion.]
Name: Jiang Buyue
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Cultivation Level: Warrior First Stage (11.5%)
Techniques: Gale Slash (Mastery: 61%), Chaos Devouring Heaven Technique (Completion: 0.1%), Cloud-Chasing Wind Step (Completion: 4.9%)
Attributes: Strength 164, Constitution 139, Agility 134, Spirit 37
Meridians: Twelve meridians, three unblocked
Current Remaining Kill Points: 6346.6
In the office, Jiang Yiyun sat with a darkened face, frowning with anger. This banquet was originally prepared for Fu Ruohè, but now she had left outright. The performers who had been earnestly entertaining no longer cared, as their true concern was the Empress Dowager.
Zhang Ze’s steel battle armor instantly discharged tens of thousands of volts. Barbara, cradled in his arms, trembled uncontrollably, her fiery red hair standing on end like a hedgehog.
They not only wanted their lives but demanded more. Although the Marine Research Institute’s actions were limited, every piece of equipment and chemical was amassed through wealth.
By comparison, the three strangely dressed individuals likely represented the attributes of lightning, clouds, and the most enigmatic—mist.
Since Fu Ruohè married him, it seemed she had never known a good life, constantly suffering alongside him.
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After a period of silence, the wreckage suddenly erupted. He could no longer endure it; it was impossible to allow a mighty heterodox to linger and observe the core secrets here for long.
If the loyalty of the people were low, Zhang Ze would never have taken such risks today, for he could not control the scene and accidents might easily occur.
Regarding talent acquisition, Gu Ziyan, a chef by trade, was far easier to recruit than Zhang Zongyu. “I admire your cooking skills; will you come with me? What’s that? You won’t? Then let’s compete. The loser must fulfill one request of the winner. How about that?”
Some extraordinary nests were abandoned after only a brief glance because they were too dangerous to provoke—such as a cliff where a golden monstrous bird resided.
With five days left before the exam, Gu Shenglan of Sheng Jiucheng forbade Sheng Nuanyang from stepping outside, fearful she might stumble or get hurt. Even her meals were carefully monitored; no stale or raw food was allowed.
Already possessing a star soul and such immense power, comparable to some top experts in the Spirit Sovereign realm, though lacking sufficiently strong soul power, the quality of his star soul spoke volumes.
“Mingxin takes her leave!” Dongfang Mingxin carefully called for someone to bring an outer robe, helping Yun Luoxi change into it. Thus, Jun Moye’s original outer garment came into her hands.
“Don’t overthink it. I’m not saying this to seek your sympathy,” Lu Weiqi smiled as usual, his demeanor sunny and carefree.
It was still winter—before the Lantern Festival. The surroundings were blanketed in un-melted snow, shimmering white, with thin layers of ice coating lakes and waterfalls.
Just as the boy reached out to grasp Murong Ye, Murong Ye suddenly withdrew his hand. The sharp contrast made the boy look at him with a hint of resentment.
When we arrived at Hengyang Railway Station around 9:30 a.m., since we carried fifty thousand in cash, we agreed to place the money on my right side, while Su Xiaoman walked to my right.
She tried to comfort herself, but the only excuse she could find was that winter was coming, hence the cold.
“Wow, that’s awesome!” Yan Yan couldn’t help but praise Qi Yi and his father after reading the message.
“Tch, what newcomer? Just a lowly concubine, only a notch above a maid.” The weary young woman exposed her delicate collarbones and fair shoulders, covering her mouth as she yawned.
At that moment, I frowned deeply, slowly opened the door, and found the village chief standing there, with Su Xiaoman beside him.
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“Your expression is too stiff,” Lan Lichuan raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair and casting a sidelong glance at Ai Chuqi.
“Then let’s have another orchid bear paw and rock sugar bird’s nest!” Lin Yue took the menu and handed it to the waiter, wearing a proud smile.
Ai Mu looked up at him and was about to take a step back, but he grabbed her hand tightly, forcing her to walk side by side with him.
Amid the shattering sound, the earth violently trembled almost simultaneously. Stunned, I was momentarily at a loss, but my instinct to flee kicked in, and I sprinted away from the cave at full speed.
This was normal. Forget about repaying kindness with kindness or refraining from imposing on others what you do not desire. In this world, it was “an eye for an eye.” Forgiveness was a privilege of the strong; the weak had no right to demand it. If one must endure blows when behind, why not strike when ahead?
If an elite aviator like him had been deployed earlier, by now China’s military logistic convoy would likely be a wreck. Even the radio-proximity fuses, which terrified others, were nothing to him—after all, the United States was the first country to equip such fuses.
“Boom!” Just as I finished my attack and wanted to test the giant demon’s defense again, a tremendous force slammed me away, instantly breaking my mount status.
Song Tianming, taking a deep drag of his cigarette, showed no relief or joy after the battle’s victory. Instead, he grew more somber, knowing that the closer to the front line, the greater the danger. Perhaps the U.S. Air Force would hesitate after tonight’s fight, but who could guarantee they wouldn’t gamble everything?
Wei Renwu rarely saw Quan Kai so angry, but when he was, he truly could suppress Li Yi, who immediately fell silent.
Jin Sanbai frantically snapped photos of the scene, especially the man’s face and the clear license plate. Unfortunately, the driver inside showed no intention of getting out, leaving Jin Sanbai unable to glimpse his true identity.
Though said to be kind-hearted, as the leader of the agents, countless lives flowed from his hands. Indirectly, at least four digits worth of superhumans had died because of him.
Taiyan rolled her eyes at Ning Yi. In fact, she preferred summer or autumn weather, but since both she and Ning Yi were so busy—she a bit less, only tied up with album releases and concerts—her free time was relatively abundant.
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