Chapter 19: A Balance of Favor and Severity

“Have you been to the hospital to observe the patient’s exact symptoms during the episodes?” Zhao Ming asked with concern. After all, he knew Lin Hao, who lay bedridden before him, and seeing him in such a state stirred his compassion.

In the woodshed, Joe was unlucky enough to be struck on the head by a piece of iron torn from the roof. Irritated, he picked up the shard, only to find it was a secret realm key.

Surrounded entirely by young women, Li Daming vaguely sensed the meaning behind his subordinates’ words and couldn’t help but laugh wryly. Was he really someone who favored such girls?

“What the hell, where did this weirdo come from? So fond of self-torment, even finding pleasure in the pain?” Mu Chen’s words immediately caught the attention of many students on the sixth floor.

“Please, have a seat,” Chen Ying said, glancing at his name tag, which clearly read: Rwanda.

“The Immortal Sword Body eventually spread among the people, blending with dust and light, lost from the Qin clan’s hands,” the man in plain clothes said calmly, staring in the same direction.

After a moment’s thought, he grasped the person’s hand and led them outside. Since this was a hospital with many onlookers, it was best to find a place where no one was around.

Just as the two were about to fall victim to the serpent demon’s poison, Feiyun arrived just in time to slay the snake spirit and save them.

Zheng Qiu had connections in several cement and brick factories in Nan County. Adding a trace amount of a certain ingredient to their products wouldn’t raise any objections.

Outside visitors like Liu Fei, Qi Fei, Lu Yi, and Dongfang Ruyun didn’t understand the role of the Realm Walkers. Even Cold Moon, a native cultivator, found the nature of these Realm Walkers puzzling. With doubt lingering in his heart, he openly voiced his confusion without holding back.

Gangmen Jing clearly harbored no fondness for Gangmen Lie, bluntly speaking of their vile deeds. Several guards standing nearby understood some Chinese; upon hearing these words, they all turned their heads away.

They simply couldn’t comprehend how Li Muran, who seemed so unremarkable, could possess such a commanding presence.

“Lei Meng, you follow him,” Tina said, sighing as she watched Mug’s lonely figure. Wishing she could undo the past, she still couldn’t help but worry about the child she had raised, so she directed her son to follow.

This engineering battalion was a non-combat unit, numbering only 600 to 700 men, poorly armed with only a few self-defense firearms and no light or heavy machine guns. When caught by the Second Army Group, they were beaten severely, nearly collapsing completely.

“I just remembered some matters at home. I must take my leave,” Gongsun Po said, personally escorting Murong Fuliu to the gate. Returning to find the food cold, he had the servants replace it and continued drinking.

She was perplexed because at the start of the race, she clearly saw Han Guang start the car, but his movements at takeoff resembled those of a complete novice.

“You just didn’t have one for a while. You’ll have one when you do a mission, right?” Yun Xixi suggested. After all, even if it meant selling labor, without raising enough money, Luo Yun wouldn’t get her magic core.

In stark contrast, the pursuing forces were overwhelming: a convoy of ten massive modified jeeps painted in camouflage, so convincing they could be mistaken for armored vehicles of the Self-Defense Forces.

“You risk your life trying to find me. Don’t you know I can only lead you to hell?” Abaddon approached Lin Yong, bent down to scoop something from the ground. Lin Yong dodged too late—one foot was grasped and lifted by Abaddon’s hand, while the other kicked fiercely at the giant hand.

After speaking, he suddenly burst out from the garbage pit. One of them wielded two pistols, firing wildly into the dazzling light.

“Very well, Tielin, I’ll give you this face only because you’re someone I respect, Mu Zifei. But with your strength, it’s truly a pity to have you serve as this guy’s assistant,” Mu Zifei said meaningfully, casting a glance at Tielin.

She seemed unrested; her long hair cascaded loosely like a waterfall. Her hands nervously twisted the hem of her pale yellow robe. Her large, lively eyes now lacked spirit as she gazed helplessly at the boy before her.

“Damn it, your grandfather isn’t me anyway. Since it’s not me, what are you acting tough for?” With that, I walked over, grabbed his collar, opened the door, and kicked him out.

Masters are usually taciturn, valuing words like gold; otherwise, their depth and coldness would not be apparent. But Nanfeng was not a master—or rather, he was, but he simply had no interest in conforming to what the world expected of a master, especially when it made him uncomfortable.

“I want two of the best single-person tents,” Han Ke said with a forced indifferent expression, ignoring the shopkeeper.

“No worries. I’ll teach you two for the next few days. Hopefully, before you leave the Qimo Mountains, you’ll have mastered the Wild Bull Charge,” Mu Zifei said with a smile.

Fang Jin said, “It’s satisfying to punish him now, but if you leave, he’ll take tenfold, twentyfold, or even a hundredfold revenge on them. Don’t forget, this is Qingshan City, where even the laws of the Mu Kingdom may not reach, let alone those of the Yan Kingdom.”

“Crack!” After a grating sound, Du Sha managed to tear apart the sealed space with his bare hands, controlling it to float before him with his willpower.

After nearly an incense stick’s time, the layer of blackened flesh and blood on Shen Qingwu’s face was completely removed. Xie Rui helped apply medicine, and once everything was done, Nishang hurriedly handed over a towel for Xie Rui to wipe his hands.