Volume One, Chapter 53: Going Home to Eat Meat

To Wang Dao, these men were nothing but living targets—each arrow found its mark, and every mounted bandit toppled from his horse. The few who had been running behind were stunned, and when they tried to flee, Wang Dao spurred his horse forward, showing no mercy as he finished off the remaining bandits.

After loosing those five arrows that felled Qian Yongqing, Chen Mo, whose strength was already nearly spent, had truly reached the end of his rope.

“Gentlemen, you’ve watched for quite some time now. Are we going in or not? I’d like to hear your opinions,” Solang said, raising an eyebrow.

Su Tianji spoke with such generosity and reason that all present felt he was remarkably upright; everyone nodded in agreement, finding Su Tianji to be a person of genuine character.

If it were anyone with even a bit of sense, they would have dropped the matter at this point—things had already come this far. If they still couldn’t sense something amiss, they would have to be fools.

All they could do was watch helplessly as Chen Mo completely drained her vital energy, leaving nothing behind, and then watch, just as helpless, as their own souls were scattered to the winds.

“Get out! Out!” Tang Xin shouted as soon as she heard, rising abruptly and forcibly shoving Zhou Wei out the door.

The two then began to grapple fiercely. When true masters exchange blows, every strike aims for a vital point. It was nothing like the flashy, empty routines from the movies—every punch and kick landed with a sharp, resounding crack.

Yao Yue was taken away by them. Liang Kai and his men first shoved her into the car, then a few other thugs climbed out and started walking toward us.

“Ahem!” Just then, Hammer, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly coughed.

“Young man, if only you had more time—what a pity. Today, you’re doomed to die. Otherwise, I might have considered taking you as my apprentice,” the old man said, his expression somewhat complicated.

Su You had already figured it out when Liu Jiang drew those lines earlier—Liu Jiang had obviously analyzed the distribution of jade within the stone. So, as he marked the cuts, Liu Jiang had deliberately avoided the areas most likely to contain jade.

Three men approached Old Wang’s grave. They paid their respects with a solemn salute. Li Changkui’s behavior was especially strange: first, he walked around the grave three or four times, then took a handful of earth and slowly scattered it atop the mound, his face deeply serious. Tears welled in his eyes, leaving Wu Jiangkai and Ding Qingxiang puzzled.

Nearby, Liu Haidong said, “Brother Wu, I’ve mobilized nearly all my contacts to search—everyone says the same thing. No one’s seen her.” He wanted to say more, but, seeing Wen Biyun crouched on the ground, decided against it for fear she couldn’t bear the news.

Su You withdrew his gaze from the black earthenware jar, glanced at the porcelain before him, and addressed the middle-aged man in an even tone.

Everyone exchanged uncertain looks. Suddenly, a long, mournful sigh drifted through the air—it was President Qin who had sighed.

Tang Yu decided to stay. Though he didn’t expect Li Feng and his friends to have any great fondness for the Tang family, he at least hoped to gain Li Feng’s friendship and, at the very least, not provoke their dislike.

The Royal City Entertainment Club was as lavish and decadent as a palace. Under the myriad crystal lights, the ornate decorations gleamed all the more magnificently, the entire hall sparkling as if encrusted with gemstones in the reflected glow.

When Li Feng expressed his intention to buy the “Beautiful Hand Stone,” the seller’s face lit up with delight, only to fall into confusion soon after.

“This isn’t something that can be mastered overnight. The spiritual energy within your body is still not pure enough. Remember not to be reckless. If you truly want to perfect the Body Tempering Art, you must proceed step by step. Suffering hidden injuries could affect your future cultivation—bear this in mind,” Yun Meng cautioned kindly.

“Get lost! If you don’t disappear from my sight right now, you’ll never leave!” Dian Wei continued to roar menacingly.

The noise from the receiver was so loud that Huizhang’s ears buzzed—it was all he could hear in his head.

On the morning of the 17th, the Ministry of the Navy, Ministry of Finance, Military Industry Bureau, and Naval General Staff convened another joint meeting. The main agenda was to revise the shipbuilding plan.

“As for someone so disloyal, so unfilial, so despicable and shameless—someone utterly devoid of conscience and humanity—what’s worse, he’s hiding among our own people right now. So tell me, what should we do with him?” Wang Tianjie asked again, his voice rising in righteous indignation.

The soldier who received the radio gave a nod, then kicked the old man lightly on the backside before jerking his chin at the box.

Visibility was now extremely poor; from the air, it was even harder to spot anything on the sea. The submarine’s dark gray hull blended almost perfectly with the water. In contrast, the sky was still bright, especially in the south where the rainbow of the setting sun lingered. The sunlight was no longer harsh, and the black specks of several planes stood out clearly against the sky.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Yan Capital? Heh, what, were you afraid I’d make you buy me dinner?” Lin Feng joked cheerfully. Ever since he’d left school, he’d rarely seen his classmates.

Once everyone returned to Wu Sha Town, they went straight to the Mercenary Guild to register their group. Afterwards, Hou and Hong, along with another, went to the academy to submit their graduation task before hurrying back to Wu Sha Town.

“Go on! Once we win this battle, I’ll treat you to a drink,” Ma Fuxiang said with a nod.

With a single blow, Luo Chen struck down the Douhuang. In a flash, he shot up into the sky again. The fight had taken a toll on his battle energy, but judging by the battlefield—especially the duels between masters—the stalemate had yet to be broken.

By the end, Luo Chen could feel the immense hatred welling in the heart of the great dragon.

When Tang Zeng saw the tightening spell take effect, he rejoiced inwardly and continued to recite, causing the golden band to constrict even further.

“Ow, that hurts!” Helis gasped, clutching her shoulder with her other hand.