Volume One, Chapter 35: The First Battle Against the Yellow Mongoose Lord!

Thud, thud, thud.

Fang Peng and the other mountain patrol disciples soon arrived. Seeing the situation, they couldn’t help but sigh.

“Sorry, junior brother.”

“The entire Qingqu Riverbank was overrun with monsters just now, so we had no choice but to split up and drive them away from our respective posts.”

“Therefore... it’s inevitable that we missed something this time.”

Zhao Fusheng said nothing. He knelt down and picked up the still-warm gold ingot from the puddle of blood.

Seeing Su Nuan as if she wanted to get up, Shen Jinghua quickly pressed her down and said, “Oh dear, you’re still injured and not fully recovered. No need to get up to greet us. Your uncle and I just wanted to come see you. We’ll sit for a bit and then leave.” With that, he piled a large stack of gifts onto the bedside table in the ward.

Another long two weeks passed. On January 30th, Saint-Étienne hosted Toulouse in their home stadium.

A single umbrella shielded them from above. Lin Guozi had caught up and grabbed her sleeve. She shook him off, but he caught her arm again; she tried to pull away once more, only for him to embrace her tightly.

Autumn Mist’s heart screamed wildly as she tore through every curtain in the room, her eyes red as she searched desperately for the Su family members.

Chen Qingqing silently watched the news. She had heard this boy’s story from Du Juan—his stubbornness and his pursuit.

“No! Why join you? What if you become a burden? Then wouldn’t I be dying in vain?” Qiu Haoran replied coldly.

After the initial adjustment period and the soul’s gradual synchronization with this body, Shui Han never gave up running with this body. He had now entered the truly arduous phase of running—difficult, but sustainable.

But this time was different from before. Earlier, rejection was straightforward; if the other party refused, they were killed outright. Now, Shui Han had once promised to protect them. They were not traitors like those in the Sacred Alliance. Even if some relationships were strained, by the cultivators’ code, they could not be abandoned lightly.

It was a Sunday morning, no different from any other. Lin Peng, as usual, lay in bed sleeping in.

Sha Dutian looked puzzled. “Meteor shower?” He looked up at the infinite starry sky. There were indeed many meteorites and planets around, but how could there be a meteor shower? Besides a floating stone path, where could anyone hide? He was utterly baffled.

“Ag, I really can’t live without you.” Ren Xiaoman stood up, regardless of whether Cao Ge would push her away. She hurriedly embraced him tightly, wrapping her hands around his waist.

“Damn it! Blame me? Can you at least be reasonable!” Blake’s brother ground his teeth in anger.

Zhuang Jian also frowned. The spatial gate was indeed suspicious. Fortunately, it hadn’t been stormed directly at the time. It was a good thing the Heartstone was there to block it. Had it been him trapped alone inside, the situation would have been extremely dangerous.

Gu Luo’s fist wind had now condensed to twenty percent, nearly reaching perfection. The Shattered Stone Fist was a third-grade martial art. Comparing the two, the difference was clear.

Hearing this, everyone tensed. Which family didn’t have a few scoundrels? If these people truly provoked those they shouldn’t, the entire faction would suffer.

“So… what do we do if they start moving?” Lan Noles hesitated, voicing the biggest concern.

After Pei Long married Miss Baima, he joined the Great Tang Imperial Army. He helped countless Tubo people escape suffering and rose to fame as a distinguished general, forever etched in the annals of Longtan’s history.

“And after we finish using the Origin Fragment, we will return it intact,” Cassius sincerely assured Reinhold.

“Then I want to see how you’ll convince me to feel at ease. How did you end up as the legal representative for so many Yin companies in the first place?” Xiao Hun smirked mischievously, looking at Yin Mengli.