Chapter 26: Making Things Difficult

The gyrfalcon seized the opportunity, swooping down like a sharp arrow toward the slumbering viper.

Jiang Nan found his own recent series of surprise attacks remarkably effective; as both the perpetrator and an observer, he understood this better than anyone. He saw at a glance that the bowl A-Jiu was using was the very same one filled with the lovingly prepared seafood porridge his sister had spent half the night cooking, and the person enjoying it so thoroughly was the captive intended to be used as leverage against Zhao Lü.

Ordinary guests could not track the figures of Ye Xunhuan and the Monarch; had it not been for the flashes of blades appearing like lightning in the air, they might have thought they were seeing ghosts. If he had not wanted to avoid ruining this cooperation, he would have killed the Divine Spirit Soldier on the spot—though whether he could actually succeed was another matter.

I placed the food on the table and sat down with Ai Tangtang, not interrupting Yan Beixun’s phone call.

"He’s injured? Where? Is it serious?" A-Jiu asked anxiously, grabbing Qi Xiao’s arm and shaking it violently.

Everything was unfolding according to the intentions of each participant. Between the Imperial Court and the Qingxi faction, although the two sides had not yet clashed openly, the private maneuvers never ceased for a moment; mutual probing and infiltration had played out countless times on this land.

The impact was too great for Li Haoran to brace himself; he could only collide with the stony ground, suffering severe bodily injuries.

Lu Sheng said, "I don't know what you intend to do. With Uncle Chen and me here, you can arrange things however you like; there is no need to hide behind the scenes. If you aren't clear, it will only delay matters."

Fang Song frowned slightly, sensing the smugness in Ma Houyi’s tone, and pondered to himself.

For a time, the chat in Zhou Shen’s livestream was entirely consumed by whether he could finish the game using only a motorcycle. It seemed his true fans and the trolling haters were clashing directly.

After resting for seven or eight minutes in a partially collapsed, dilapidated building, Wei Jin and his three companions cautiously ventured deeper into the First Sub-district, which had been submerged by the first wave of the beast tide over half a month ago.

Chen Changxing’s parents and wife fell one after another to the blades of the bandits. Chen Changxing himself sustained several wounds; though no bones were broken, he was covered in blood and in a wretched state.

Didn't this essentially lure them all to a specific location, only for Zhou Shen to wipe them out all at once?

What he hadn't expected was that there were others in the room besides Uchiha Zong.

Zhou Shen’s goal was nothing more than to muddy the waters in M-City, allowing him to seize the opportunity to leverage the advantages of his motorcycle.

The shameless Mr. Zuo Si had done something quite simple: he projected his symbolic meaning outward, weaving the concept of "fear" into it. One had to admit, symbolism was truly useful—especially in a place like this, where acting intimidating was remarkably comfortable.

High up in the spectator stands, Angela watched the scene on the arena floor below, a flash of cold light in her eyes.

Everyone looked at him with various expressions—envy, jealousy, and contempt.

People might not notice it, but a constant struggle was taking place on the snowy mountain: gravity pulling the snow downward, while the internal cohesion of the snow sought to keep it in place.

"Lin Feiming, go to hell!" The crazed hatred in Chu Xuerou’s eyes was chilling, and the smile on her lips was profoundly eerie.

Jiang Tao pondered for a moment before saying, "The Supreme Elder must have obtained some heaven-sent treasure; his lifespan must have increased significantly, otherwise he would never have been able to cast so many spells in succession."

After the White Tiger finished eating happily, it bit its clean golden bowl and trotted away with Ziyun.

Because they were the ones with the urgent need to return home, they had no choice but to accept it, even knowing they were merely contributing to someone else's cause.

"I want one too..." An Hao crowded over, and Luo Xizhuo bent down to pick her up, planting another kiss on her cheek.

Of course, Nangong Rong felt he probably wouldn't use this thing, as he only carried the launch component without any detection capabilities; how could he strike without being able to locate the enemy?

Xirui’s proposal was well-founded, as he and Ximan had finally succeeded in creating the first entity to transcend the limits of natural materials: the [Level 4 Intelligent Core Sequence].

Many disciples with shallow cultivation were not only unable to fight back but, after being attacked by the monsters, collapsed to the ground and perished in miserable states.

Even though those two words were written plainly on the paper without any sharp edges, in Lin Zhi’s hand, they felt like a dagger—agitated and alert.

Just as they had walked a few steps, rain began to fall from the sky again. That was how rainy days went—burst after burst. Even if some enjoyed such weather, the endless rain would inevitably disrupt certain plans.

Lian Heng thought, "How is this girl so sharp?" She had completely blocked his chance to cheat. Was this really his sister, whose intellect was usually so average? Had she had some sort of miraculous reversal?

Jin Lianxin had returned, demanding more Flavor Essence Liquid, and her attitude—entitled and refusing to pay a fair price—made the situation rather awkward.

Duoduo smiled, preparing to brush past them, but they stopped, clearly intending to speak with her. Duoduo had to halt, and Aiyun stopped with her.

He thought it over and settled on the Hundred-Secrecy Needle. Even if the few True Lords knew of this exchange, they had no reason to complain. After all, the needle was no ordinary object; the True Lords could have rewarded Ling Yue’s contribution with it directly at the time. Now, he was merely completing the final step of the process.

"If only that were true, but I’m afraid your sister isn't with your father," Lin Yongfang said with a sorrowful face.

Lin Zhi bandaged the wound Hu Qiye had bitten, drove the carriage, and entered the gates of Xinping City alone.