Volume One, Chapter 114: A Strategy to Secure the World—Subduing the Barbarians Without Battle

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The Marquis of Xintong enjoyed a lively conversation with him and then left the residence together, planning to visit Prince Rui’s mansion as guests. Once seated, he casually put on his headphones and began listening to music, seemingly unwilling to engage in any conversation with her.

Caught off guard, Guo Yangyun was struck by a golden needle, leaving him momentarily bewildered. Seizing the opportunity, Han Diyue launched a rapid series of glowing spheres, fiercely striking him. However, since Tai Xu Yuehua had arrived in time, it seemed unnecessary to resort to this final move.

To acquire the undead element, one must find a sacred relic, and only creatures in this region know what it truly is. The soil had transformed after killing the earthworm boss, so that could be ruled out. Thus, the only remaining question concerned the air.

Since they were in filial piety, they did not go to the main house to pay respects to Madam Lu. Fourth Sister Lu left Bayang to dine within the residence; Bayang happened to have something to discuss with Lu Seventeen, so she stayed behind.

Why would the Night Spirit attract such a dangerous figure? Isn’t this like the old immortal hanging himself—fed up with life?

Fortunately, the discovery was timely. Had this been uncovered during a confrontation with an opponent, and if that opponent proved troublesome, the situation would have been perilous.

Time froze once more; all attacks vanished mysteriously again, leaving no trace.

Yet, it was precisely because of the arrival of these merchants that Yuxuan Gate was able to establish a firm foothold in the Alsa Mountain Range.

“Sorry, I can’t read!” the bald bodyguard replied coldly. Even if he could read, without the order from the master on the rooftop, he wouldn’t let anyone in.

Many people, upon seeing the black terrifying knight armor, recalled a fearsome knight hero who had appeared recently in the national war—a friend of the Night City Lord from the Graveyard Clan, a hero of the Divine Grace Continent.

“Nonsense. With your physique, Auntie, living another thirty or fifty years is no problem at all,” Hu You said without hesitation.

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In any circumstance, one can only rely on oneself. One can only trust oneself. This was Hu You’s creed and consistent way of acting.

Zhou Xianse watched as everyone boarded their magical boats and passed through the realm’s gate with a sigh. After reaching an agreement with Wan Guang and six others, Zhou Yinzheng and Wu Youtai found a way to inform him of the news.

Judging by the weaponry of the three, Cui An concluded they knew little about Han weapons. Indeed, few Han even used halberds, let alone barbarians or foreigners. Having one or two was generous.

Ling Yuxin sighed deeply. Being born into a noble family meant carrying many responsibilities. Ling Junsheng held her to high standards. Her talent for antique appraisal far surpassed Ling Tiancheng’s, so she hoped to inherit the legacy and become a master appraiser of her generation.

Seeing this, Prangke and Zang Yunyan exchanged glances before moving closer to peek at the note.

Moreover, she was determined to go all out to let Xu Bufan know that angering her would have serious consequences. At this moment, an ice wall nearly ten feet thick appeared around Xu Bufan’s body, continuously growing thicker.

“Get lost!” Scarface, having been struck painfully three times, roared furiously and swung his blade down on the henchman’s head.

After her words, Shen Tianhao thought it over and, upon learning it was Shen Zhan’s birthday, felt a pang of guilt. In truth, he wanted to have a good talk with Shen Zhan to nurture their father-son relationship, especially after witnessing Shen Zhan’s interactions with Lin Xi, which made the feeling even stronger.

Less common were attribute counters, such as yang overcoming yin, or the elemental mages’ five-phase countering, but these counters were not absolute; when strength was vastly unequal, yin could consume yang, and fire could overcome water.

If Yi Fanlu didn’t like Wu Yuhang, there might still be a slim chance between her and Bai Shaoqing. But since Yi Fanlu and Wu Yuhang were mutually fond of each other, Yi Fanlu and Bai Shaoqing would never have a chance.

Unknown individuals occasionally appeared near the police station, intentionally or inadvertently approaching and searching the vicinity for something.

Xu Bufan paused, frowning. After a brief contemplation, he dashed off again. The distance between him and the staircase was only a few thousand zhang. Half an hour later, he finally reached the foot of the stairs.

“Since your master is dead, I will take your cultivation from you, so you won’t use Dao arts to harm others in the future,” Old Wu said solemnly as he approached me.

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The blood-red irises gradually faded; upon close inspection, Xuanyuan Liye’s eyes bore a faint pink hue, something Feng Qingyu had never seen before.

At that moment, a voice called from outside the door. Qi Yu got out of bed and opened the door to find Nagatani Moe looking anxious—something had happened again.

A cluster of orange flames floated above a mountain rock, resembling a glowing spot, flickering with an eerie light in the darkness.

Zhong Qinghua cried out in pain. Everyone hurriedly scrambled to pull the tentacles off her.

The human-machine hybrid’s turn came again. After drawing a card, a slight smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

These things were learned by Hu Bayi in his original world; that was how they found mechanisms back then.

Chang Xin fell ill and took a week off from school. This worried Ye Wanhong deeply. To her, illness was a sign of aging. She often sat by Chang Xin’s window sighing, her gaze like watching a beautiful red flower wither, full of regret, reluctance, and sorrow.

However, Qi Yu and the others remained unmoved. The pursued were unsurprisingly caught by those chasing them and were all detained. Among the pursuers, a middle-aged man stepped forward, forcing a smile to avoid frightening Qi Yu and explained.

After Yun Xiao stood up, the maid glanced back at him once, then averted her eyes and followed Chen Lichuan into the private room.

Leng Jiang handed over the wooden box in his arms, borrowing military jargon to say that they simply lacked the courage.