Chapter Twenty: The Green Guardians Defend the Village Gate

The Yun family’s training ground.

Ten martial artists stood in two rows below, each one broad-shouldered and muscular, their physiques imposing.

At the very front was a burly man, once a centurion at the border. Now, he faced the steps with a snort of disdain.

There—

Wen Changning lounged lazily on a pearwood chair. His dark robe draped loosely around him, accentuating his slender frame.

“Gentlemen, if you all attack at once, I’ll accompany you to the end!” Jiang Tian shouted toward the distance, addressing the assembly of formidable warriors.

“He’s nothing but a nobody! He hasn’t even mastered the Myriad Swords Return to the Sect, what gives him the right to be so arrogant with me? Jian Chen, you’re supposedly a man of integrity—get lost now, or don’t blame me for killing you!” Fang Cheng glared at Jian Chen, his words a clear threat.

I chewed the beef in my mouth for a long while, unable to swallow. It truly tested the limits of my patience, so my expression could not have been pleasant.

The vampire bride’s eyes lit up at Fang Cheng’s words. Slowly, she transformed into a human shape. Her wavy, gray-gold hair cascaded down, and she wore a sheer, white gauze dress—her bustier and shorts edged with golden patterns—making her look dazzlingly beautiful and seductive.

As her words fell, the earth around them suddenly trembled. Countless cracks spread out like a spider’s web, snow mist billowed, and flashes of light flickered. Three terrifying auras shot skyward—the remaining three divine guards serving at the side of the man in white.

Did buns ever exist? Indeed they did; once, everyday objects proved their existence. This comforted Shi Chaoran somewhat, but still he wondered—why did the buns leave him?

Ruan Jin took over Ma Weixing’s Eighth Field Army, garrisoned at Anqing. The general was replaced, but the soldiers and their station remained unchanged.

It was a mountain—an incomparably majestic one, piercing the clouds, wreathed in mist and auspicious clouds. Its summit was hidden from view, its true form shrouded.

Huo Dong asked in reply, his eyes drifting behind him. I endured the searing pain and turned my head, only to see a deep blue specter had appeared beside the fallen Feng Xiaoling.

What followed grew rather dull. Lei Dong faced Ding Wanyan and conceded immediately. Dongfang Fu competed with Fang Cheng, and also conceded straightaway; Fang Cheng took first place, Lei Dong was fourth, and second and third were to be decided between Ding Wanyan and Dongfang Fu.

Only then did Jin Xiuchen rise and leave. Before stepping out of the cabin, he glanced back at Peng Mo, then at Peng Hao, whose face was cold and sullen.

“You’re to personally take command as Chief of the Fortress Defense Zone. While enhancing security, assemble a plainclothes reconnaissance team to monitor anyone attempting to spy on the port’s defenses,” Chen Ning instructed.

At the release of imperial might, Kang Long was instantly struck dumb with fear, his pupils contracting in terror as he gasped in shock.

“Fifth Brother, should we set up a mining security team to protect the steel factory?” Zai Xun inquired.

At that moment, Yun Feng was utterly stunned. Su Xian’er had dwelled within his sea of consciousness for so many years—the very thought sent a chill through him.

“I’m leaving now. Mars is such a dreary place, so before I go, I want to indulge my shopping cravings on Earth. I won’t keep you company—bye!” Ouyang Lian waved exaggeratedly at Xiao Menglou, like a porcelain doll, then turned to leave the hospital room.

Xi Cheng exhaled lightly. No sooner had he ascended to the position of clan chief than his first trial arrived.

The men in black all breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Peng Mo, for where Peng Mo was, Jin Xiuchen was sure to be found.

It was forged by its creator into something like a Western harp, though on the surface it resembled a massive bolt of lightning split into harp strings.

Countless formidable figures entered Yong City this time, from Martial Emperors to Great Sovereigns—numbering at least several thousand!