38 The True and False Heiresses (Sixteen)

Intercepted, he did not panic. After bowing repeatedly to his superior, Xiong Peiyun, he received permission to approach Zhang Jiaming. Without even catching his breath, he knelt on one knee, waiting quietly for his master’s inquiry.

Three black lines appeared on Su Jin’s forehead. Who could tell her how this old man knew she wasn't taking her medicine? No! She could not let this old man look down on her. With a grand gesture, Su Jin reached out to Gongzimo and said, "Give it to me." Gongzimo paused in surprise, then handed the herbal medicine to her.

"The magical beasts here run away as soon as they see humans. There are very few among them left who can contend with humanity. Most high-level beasts take on human form and hide among us; one day, they will surely take their revenge," Lian Jie remarked.

"Hmph, you are overestimating yourself. That Dragon-Slaying Arhat is incredibly powerful. I almost died at his hands—do you really think you can absorb his true essence?" the Golden Flying Dragon sneered.

"I will tell you about that later," Dragon Fist said, unwilling to bring up the time he was captured by the Xinyue Army.

Qin Mo watched the enemy forces retreating step by step, his heart brimming with joy. "Great!" Suddenly thinking of Su Jin, he looked down toward the city gates. He saw his master and Gongzimo there, but Su Jin was nowhere to be found.

"But we don't learn anything here. It’s just carrying water, chopping wood, and staring at useless stone tablets every day," Zhan Xiu said honestly.

"They arrived a year ago? Before that, did anyone else come by? An old man?" Hu Shuntang asked, wondering if Li Chaonian had made a preemptive visit as he always did in such places. He suspected this time would be no exception.

"What about the Great Leader? I mean, has the Great Leader rendezvoused with them yet?" Qin Gengsheng had lost count of how many cigarettes he had smoked; his face seemed stained a sallow yellow from the tobacco.

"Old man, are you sending me to the island under the jurisdiction of the Land of Lightning because you want me to retrieve the Seven-Tails?" Jiraiya asked.

Zhou Zhongkang had been quite nervous and unsure of what to say, but upon hearing her nonchalant remark, his anxiety vanished instantly.

To think that relying solely on armed police and SWAT teams to stage a gunfight could allow them to storm in and annihilate Chen Jian and his men without any casualties was complete nonsense.

"You don't need to be so impatient. We are still young; if we want revenge, we can take it sooner or later." Ever since Lin Su broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, she had become absent-minded during her daily cultivation and began visiting the marketplaces outside the sect more frequently.

Although he did not possess the Guardian Pearl, he indeed had the capability. In terms of cultivation realm, strength, and strategic cunning, he was a top-tier candidate.

Qin Yu paused, realizing he had overlooked this issue. Once the distributors were finalized, the Beauty Dew would be facing the majority of the Chinese market, no longer confined to the few million residents of Funing City. Two batches of twenty thousand bottles each sounded like a lot, but distributed among every dealer, it was far from enough.

"Fine, but I have one request. Could you help me hide this video?" Luo Hua said suddenly.

These steps were not particularly complex, but they had to be executed with such fluidity that one could perform them perfectly even with their eyes closed.

After being seated, songs and dances were presented. To be honest, life as a cultivator was quite boring day after day, aside from the training.

"Master Tsunade, if one chooses a quiet room in one's own home, that can hardly be called closed-door cultivation!" Hyuga Ichiro said.

Xia Yang thought this was reasonable. The two high-level killing formations laid out by Murong Yuntian were more than enough for self-defense. Besides, the Dark Temple wouldn't dispatch masters beyond the Saint level just to deal with a single apothecary, would they?

Liu Yihua felt a surge of secret delight. He carefully studied the beauty in his arms. She wore a thin, water-green dress, with a length of her snow-white, lotus-root-like arm exposed. The cleavage at her chest seemed ready to spill out, and her flawless legs were pressed together, tantalizing and provocative.

Jiang Caiying watched as Ye Zetao sent out report after report, and the way she looked at him began to change more and more.

Ye Zetao felt uneasy about this mission. Based on his intuition, the task was likely not as simple as it appeared.

After a long while, Liu Yihua smirked deviously. "My dear Xuewu, are you tired? How did that feel just now?" He looked at Qin Xuewu, whose face was flushed with embarrassment.

Then, the meeting continued with various discussions on partitioning. The group of bigwigs left the meeting satisfied. Fang Jianxiong, a man destined for hard labor, had to hurry off to another meeting, though the atmosphere in this room was entirely different.

Under such an onslaught, Sun Juliu could only concentrate his full strength on defense. He shielded his vital areas with his hands and activated his Wutu Gang Qi to cover his entire body in the sturdiest of defenses. The two divine weapons could not pierce this layer and only left useless, tiny spots on the armor.

"Please rest assured, Commander, I will lead them well," Li Ziyun promised quickly. Fang Jianxiong nodded, stood up, and departed first.

After nearly a month of marching, Xu Zheng’s face showed unmistakable fatigue, but his spirit was high. He deeply admired Fang Jianxiong’s timing; it was the perfect moment to reclaim their glorious land while Russia was bogged down in Europe.