Chapter Ninety-Seven: Bai Nianxuan—Saintly Heart Must Be Taught a Lesson!

"This..." The soldier in uniform hesitated, feeling torn. "This is an order from military command..."
"Do you know the consequences of defying a military order?"
Bai Nianxuan looked at him nonchalantly. "Of course I know."
"The seven of us are a team. We will not let Bai Haochen carry out the mission alone. Either we all go together, or our team refuses to accept this mission."
Bai Nianxuan spoke in a deep voice, "I am a soldier."

Wang Shi bowed and thanked the young Taoist, then entered the house. At the head of the room sat a man of about forty with a clean-shaven face, clad in an azure Taoist robe, his hair tied up in a topknot. This was Liang Xing, the Greedy Wolf Sword among the Seven Swords of Mount Hua.

Strolling leisurely, I found myself in an unfamiliar shopping street, just about to buy some fried chicken skewers when a sudden commotion erupted nearby.

Master Ling Xuzi led Wang Shi into the cave, with Ma Long following close behind, standing right next to Wang Shi. The two chatted idly for a long time, until Wang Shi proposed to take Ling Xuzi as his master.

"Are you Mr. Guan Ping?" Before Zhou Niannian could finish her sentence, Zhou Hongshan’s surprised voice sounded from behind.

Chen Yu had originally wanted to ask Old Sun to help him with his withdrawal procedures, but then thought, since he had already spent a year in class, it wouldn’t hurt to graduate with his classmates after all.

She harbored another idea in her heart. Zhou Niannian curled her lips in a sly smile, deciding she would carry it out with Lu Qingfeng the next day.

Chen Yu had practiced the Red Fox Sword Technique on the flying boat before and could now barely manage to use it.

Even during the New Year, Li Chengyu rarely went out; the Li family spent this Spring Festival in extraordinary low profile.

The burly bald man was felled by a single punch from Chen Haoran, who then plopped down on the man’s body, leaning on his wooden stick for support.

A look of sorrow appeared on He Jili’s face. Qingyan understood his grief; back then, was the way of the Jueluo clan not rather similar to what Lord Zheng of the county had done?

As for his identity as the CEO of the Yun Corporation, she was already aware. For such an aloof president to be so approachable, she had already given him a perfect score in her heart.

As time drew nearer, the fear within her only grew, swelling with every passing moment. The more she dreaded it, the more anxious possibilities haunted her mind, and she couldn't help but imagine the worst.

With Song Zhuang’s temper, if she knew she needed Qiao Qian’s blood, she absolutely wouldn’t just shut the door and ignore her today. She would have stood in the living room and bombarded her with every kind of scolding imaginable.

In Feng Miran’s memories, her grandmaster, as the matriarch of the Azure Phoenix Clan, had always conducted herself with dignity and poise, bearing herself with effortless grace.

Tang Zixuan’s breathing gradually became slow and steady. Li Fengjue slowly opened his eyes, gazing at Tang Zixuan’s serene sleeping face under the moonlight outside the window. His gaze was gentle and full of fondness.

Ye Fenghui never spoke without reason, and Qian Yun knew this all too well. Since she said it, she must have had her reasons.

Military tents, even those of high-ranking officers, were never all that comfortable, certainly not as cozy as the rooms at the Canglan Port inn.

She could already feel that recently, not only Li Fengjue, but even Grandpa Li’s attitude toward her had changed for the worse.

Hearing Moro’s words, Qian Yun couldn’t help but frown. The fanatic gleam in his eyes made it seem as though only his soul remained, the madness within almost visible.

Nine-tenths of the tiger clan’s vengeful spirits seemed to have been enraged by Lu Yangfeng. They transformed into a massive tiger’s head, dozens of meters wide, lunging at him with jaws agape.

As they fell into the canyon passage, the defensive wards responded. Countless finger-sized arrows of spiritual light shot out from the surrounding cliffs, striking the black bat-like beasts.

Upon hearing Mo Fan’s words, Yaotian’s face darkened. She was both exasperated and amused, unwilling to waste her breath explaining to Mo Fan.

Looking at the girl's beautiful yet sorrowful sleeping face, Xiao Ding felt a pang of heartache. Just how much of a scoundrel was Ma Xiang, or was his head just a muddled mess?