Chapter Thirty-One: Hidden Intentions

Beneath the locust trees at Qingxi Academy, Wen Changkong had just finished teaching the children to recite the Book of Songs when he turned to see Deng Yuanzhou and Wang Yu walking side by side toward him. The former carried a box of purple sandalwood in his hands, while the latter clutched a roll of yellowed documents, their eyes both drifting in his direction.

He drew his longsword and spat upon Master Yuan, and taking advantage of the solitude, threw her off the edge of the cliff.

As the paw of the white lion descended, what should have been a campaign to eradicate a biohazard transformed instead into a duel between man and beast.

Behind them both stood a *2—Liao Xi understood this meant two. Smiling, she nodded, then with a twist of her hand, set the great wheel spinning. Her gaze followed the pointer as it turned.

Watching the young master walk out from here, side by side with the smiling Arbiter, Tianyu found himself utterly perplexed as to why the young master was so delighted upon hearing that the aircraft would be sent to other military research institutes. No matter how much his own budgeting skills had improved, Tianyu could not comprehend the reason behind this joy.

Looking at the seven cultivators, each brimming with pride as they received their prizes, A-Beast too was somewhat astonished by the richness of the rewards. Yet his face remained as calm as a still well. He was, after all, the champion of the tournament, with no need for envy. Soon, his reward would certainly be far more precious.

This time, there was no resistance within the cave; the wind howled past their ears as the two of them swiftly descended toward the bottom.

At the time, he had thought such an idea utterly absurd, yet to his surprise, Ye Wan had not abandoned it even now.

In an instant, the two armies clashed, the sounds of weapons striking and clattering ceaselessly. Among Yue Fei’s troops, the soldiers' fighting spirit soared. In the previous naval battle, they had been defeated by the enemy, losing thousands of brothers in death and injury. Now, at last, was the hour of revenge.

The saying “do not fight a formed army” means that once the Han troops have assembled in formation, battle should be avoided, for to attack is to seek one’s own destruction. These mere four words were hard-won wisdom, bought with the blood and tears of countless northern tribesmen.

“So activating my pineal gland and teaching me the deeper use of Force—all of it was to strengthen me so I could complete my mission,” Fang Tian murmured.

The King Gu symbolizes the ultimate in yang; of course, yang is the hardest thing in the world, while the infant is the embodiment of yin, which stands for flexibility. When these two combine perfectly, no ordinary alloy could hope to withstand them.

Bullets were fired in four directions, all aimed above the white walls, with nothing to obstruct them. By rights, they should have flown until their force was spent, then fallen in a parabola somewhere beyond the walls. Yet none of the four bullets traveled far; as sniper bullets, they didn’t even reach two hundred meters before being intercepted.

Well aware of Su Fan’s strength, she knew perfectly that not even a hundred Ming Wen attacking together could harm him in the slightest.

Damn Zhao Yuze—today’s humiliation, I will repay you twice over in the future, Zhou Yiming vowed fiercely in his heart.

“You’d better step aside—we won’t give you anything,” Zhang Yu stated plainly. Yet these people seemed certain that the sled could not pass through the human wall they had formed, or perhaps they simply did not believe Zhang Yu and her brother dared to harm anyone in public.

Hongxiu begged for mercy, but Tianxiang bit her lip and remained silent, as if the blows were falling on someone else’s flesh entirely.