Volume One, Chapter 32: He Looks Down on Yun Qianqian

Jiang Huai’an strode briskly into the pharmacy, his expression cold and severe as he spoke.

The room fell instantly silent.

"Since you already know, how dare you mention Chang Xiang’s name here? Do you believe I won’t let you leave this internet café?" I glared fiercely at the stout man.

A chilling, eerie sound echoed once more, and a surge of dark, gray-black spiritual energy burst forth, its intensity far surpassing before. The collision between the green wood spirit energy and the gray-black ghostly aura stirred the entire bamboo forest around us, filling it with a rustling, unsettling noise.

Hans, the Wolf King, narrowed his eyes slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over Johnny, the Wolf King.

He silently lifted the other man and hid him away in a secluded corner. Qin Yu was confident in his ruthless tactics; without anyone calling for him, the man wouldn’t wake for days or even nights.

A surge of blood energy rushed across the entire ruins, astonishing everyone as it formed a strange, sinister pattern. The eerie crimson veins spread beneath their feet, exuding a terrifying and vast aura as if awakening, ready to turn this place into a hellscape.

Though they had lived together all this time, she knew nothing of his past; when he left yesterday, she had no idea where he was headed or why.

Director Wu furrowed his brow, convinced that Black Fox was speaking arrogantly. The man in question was the only son of the city’s second-in-command—who in their right mind would dare harm him so viciously? It was madness.

“Rest assured, senior. I still possess the art of instantaneous movement. But for now, I’ll need your guidance upfront,” Song Zheng said to Xuan Chen, suppressing the pain in his chest as he hurried to catch up with the poison.

Zhou Zhirou understood the meaning behind the combat advisor at her side. Even if he wished for the Chinese Air Force to lie low and wait until the Americans’ affairs settled before engaging the Japanese, his will could not control the other party’s intentions.

“I know. He’s ranked third on the Heaven and Earth List, second only to you and Mu Tieye’s super genius—Dongfang Jie’s elder brother and the sole heir to the Protectorate Marquisate, Dongfang Haoran!” Zi Yun Yuan had naturally heard of Dongfang Haoran’s famed name.

They were stopped briefly. “You’re doing well—carry on,” the voice said, then led Chen Yun into the imperial city.

I could think of no reason. Walking a few steps, I kept hearing poetry flowing from Ji Yiji’s mouth. Suddenly, I stopped, my mouth slowly opening, then abruptly turned and sprinted toward the mountains.

“You all, fall back!” Liu Jin 'Hua' coldly ordered, watching the approaching turtle slaves and thugs ready to flood into the house.

“Very well. Take this opportunity to steady your emotions. In three days, the teacher will pass everything to you!” The Ice God nodded gently, patted Murong Tianlan’s head, then vanished into the Ice God’s tomb.

On this day, the weather was clear and bright. In a corner of the eastern market in Chang’an, two street vendors selling sundries stood side by side.

After Fang La’s troops withdrew, a group of generals hurried without rest to the Zhe Road Command Office to report the battle situation to Le Tian.

“What are you two doing?” The man in black looked wary, scrutinizing Huang Fei and Ding Can, while the police gathered nearby.

At dawn, the air in Yongzhou was thick with the smell of burning. Even from more than twenty miles away, smoke could be seen rising gently into the sky above the city.

In a small shop at the Daimin Town freight station, a few young men sat together, chatting and shuffling cards.