Volume One, Chapter 50: Miscarriage

After the banquet ended, Li Yu set off on his journey after receiving the gifts from Alice Emily. The presents she sent were not particularly valuable—distinctive plants and animals native to the planet Ele, along with local delicacies and artworks. Though not expensive, Li Yu and his companions were quite pleased with them.

“There’s no turning back now,” Saloras nodded. Once a warlock, always a warlock. After learning the fel magic of a warlock, there was no changing professions; at most, one could become a demon hunter, but that too was tied to fel energies.

Perhaps it was time to buy a car, Lin Xun mused. He was financially comfortable now; even if he would be investing in a television series soon, spending a little money on a car would be no problem.

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong?” Lin Xun looked at Kim Tae-yeon in confusion, not understanding her reaction.

Following closely behind was a middle-aged, overweight man, swaggering in with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. As soon as he entered, the city inspectors automatically parted, allowing him to walk to the front.

What they didn’t know was that Lin Wanbai was subtly exerting mental pressure on them—a force invisible, yet undeniably real.

At that moment, the pilots who had already taken off and rushed to intercept the invading German forces were excitedly chattering about the superior performance of their fighters.

Thus, it was highly probable that the professor’s death was not a mysterious accident, but that he had been secretly recruited or even kidnapped by the Black Chapter. Although the Black Chapter had not yet been officially established at that time, a department like that could not have been created on a whim; it must have been long in the making.

The equipment packs were dropped together with the parachutes; besides their weapons, the paratroopers also carried several days’ worth of field rations, just in case they ran out of food.

At this moment, the Grand Elder was preparing to attend an international conference abroad. Upon receiving He Honghou’s message, he postponed his trip without hesitation and waited for his arrival in the office.

Most importantly, they had returned, yet this man showed little reaction, even sinking into some emotion so deep that he didn’t look up.

If not for such despicable means, how could the noble families have risen to such heights, their ambitions unchecked even by the Empire?

He had been in the Shattered Star Domain for two months now, and it was nothing like he had imagined. According to the intelligence he’d gathered, this was supposed to be a lawless place.

Having witnessed the strength of Feng Yuhong and Liu Qingshan, they felt no confidence at all and chose to withdraw.

The Lord of the Eastern Floor’s right hand trembled slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. He glanced deeply at the Statue of the Oath behind him, then sat cross-legged to begin healing his injuries.

Upon hearing their leader’s orders, Liu Shiba and his group breathed a sigh of relief. Each found a spot to sit or lie down, intending to thoroughly rest and recover. After two sleepless days and nights of terror underground, they were utterly exhausted.

The army’s very existence is to defend the homeland. Every soldier present was a passionate man of valor; at that moment, their morale soared, their shouts thunderous, and their fighting spirit ablaze.

Shang Jingxing hesitated for a moment, then, like a bandit looting a house, swept everything in the room into his storage pouch.

Zhang Bin caressed her foot gently, reluctant to let go. After playing with it for some time, he infused it with longevity energy, soothing the redness and swelling on her toes and instep.

But of course, he wouldn’t do that, for he had created his own path of judgment. Many gods would inevitably resent him and seek ways to deal with him.

Because the Martial Emperor had ordered the Ministry of Works to construct a unique garden, skilled masters from the south were specially invited to design it, and considerable effort was spent on several exquisite landscapes. All who had visited the Clear Ripples Garden spoke of its beauty in glowing terms.

“Liu Da is very approachable. You might run into him at any entertainment venue, but it’s all a matter of chance!” said the proprietress.

To become friends with Big Cockroach’s companion, Uncle Changge finally racked his brains and came up with a good idea—to invite Big Cockroach to dinner.

After pondering for a long time, Han Qianyu shifted his gaze downward, only to spot a figure slowly approaching the dormitory building.

Feng Ruoran’s expression was proud, her eyes not deigning to glance at Duan Ran’s position. She only spoke coldly, “I’m just a step away from breaking through to the peak of the Returning Pill Realm. That last strike was only half my strength.”

The red-eyed rabbit seemed to sense impending doom. A wisp of black smoke escaped its body, drifting upward.

At the moment the mountain descended, the Eight-Headed Serpent seemed to sense the looming crisis. The six demon cores within its body began to tremble violently; these dim orbs radiated a powerful aura, suddenly shattering their icy restraints and surging out from the serpent’s mouth.

After his initial surprise, he thought it over and his expression changed again—could it be that the Martial Emperor had already discovered another secret not mentioned in the letter?