Volume One, Chapter 22: Forming Bonds at Great Roc Fortress

"Not bad."

The Great Commander Tiger’s deep, chest-rumbling voice echoed through the valley.

"Become a strategist under my command."

"Follow me, and we shall raid and plunder."

"It will surely be far more profitable than acting as a gatekeeper for that dilapidated mountain!"

Zhao Fusheng merely smiled.

He was well aware of Master Huang's current predicament.

The medicinal herb trade was highly lucrative; being partners was far better than being enemies.

He was a king of the stronghold, yet he had to feed hundreds of mouths.

Very few people had ever seen her. Since losing her wits, she had become as isolated as if she were cut off from the world. Apart from the Gu family, those who knew her could be counted on one hand.

After Li Xiaofeng finished speaking with his grandmother and mother, Li Yonglin finally brought the elder and younger Jiang over to introduce them to him.

Liu Dalang found Qi Zhenzhen truly unpleasant, but recalling the familiar tone even the Prefectural Magistrate Jing used with her, he concluded that she must have an extraordinary background. Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he could only swallow his resentment.

Gu Xiaoyu swung her leg, kicking the man to the ground. She then drew a hairpin and flicked it with a backhand motion; the poor man, having just looked up, was struck squarely.

However, the reality was far from as simple as he imagined. A few leaves could not kill a man, but it depended on who wielded them. Gu Xiaoyu had struck the exact acupuncture points, so the man died instantly.

Seeing this, the other man grabbed a mop from against the wall and swung it at Li Xiaofeng.

Xuanyuan Rui spoke incessantly about his experiences, though in truth, he was subtly trying to explain his own hardships to Shangguan Yunxiu.

Shangguan Yunxiu continued to search for traces of Gu Xiaoyu. For some reason, all the mechanisms seemed to have failed, rendering them completely useless.

However, Li Yonglin and several other elders said they would return to the boat first, preferring not to join the young people in the commotion.

Yao and the others exchanged glances, feeling somewhat puzzled. They had never heard of any investment from the Prince's estate in this shop.

After successfully escaping the Sword Domain, the dark shadow transformed into a stream of black mist, diving into the darkness and vanishing like a phantom.

This made me even more curious. What exactly is the use of this tortoise shell? Why are so many people searching for it? Furthermore, is that spearhead truly the Tiger Bone Spearhead? If it is, how should it be used to lift the curse placed upon the Qiu family?

"Many thanks, Miss Yuniang!" The manager wiped the sweat from his neck with his sleeve, his face filled with gratitude.

From the stories my grandmother and grandfather told me, I only noticed that the places where the dead rose all had a musty smell. As for whether this "musty smell" caused the reanimation, I cannot be certain, nor do I know exactly how that smell leads to such an occurrence.

Jing Chuchu grew weary of the girl's constant pestering, her head throbbing. Seeing that no one was around, she let out a sigh.

Having won two championships, she found that in the dead of night, she could not share this joy with anyone else. The bitterness of such isolation is something only the person involved can understand.

"Since I dared to ask, I was prepared. The Dragon Emperor will not kill me—or at least, he won't kill me while I still have value," Chu Heng said calmly.

A familiar voice lingered in her ears. Ye Ruyan turned her head and met the half-smiling face of Xu Nuannuan, causing her to frown involuntarily.

At Ye Ruyan's command, Li Tianchen stopped abruptly. He furrowed his brows, his gaze fixed on her, daring not to look away for even a second.

"Fine, I will tell you. I just entered the world of the dead. I don't know why, but this sort of thing happened to me once before at the bottom of Poyang Lake," I said frankly.

After all, every mechanic capable of operating a Mechanical God is a rare talent. Cultivating a qualified pilot for a Mechanical God requires a vast amount of time and resources.

She unbuttoned the top two buttons, pulled the sleeves out, and tied them into a bow across her chest. Fortunately, the white shirt she wore today was long enough that the part not tucked into her trousers was just enough to cover her backside. She then rolled up her shorts, tucking them completely beneath the white shirt.