Chapter 37: We Are the Police—Surrender Now!

Back when she was running a stall under the overpass, she was thoroughly accustomed to using these impressive tricks. However, the yellow talisman papers that Tang Yu produced seemed rather different from the ones she usually used.

The talisman papers Tang Yu brought out shimmered with a faint white light. The glow seemed almost to breathe, and the texture of the paper held a weight of history, incomparable to ordinary yellow joss paper. This must be the kind of talisman paper her master had described—imbued with spiritual energy.

Even if one cameraman happened to miss something, there were still four others to ensure nothing was lost. From before dawn, she had to feed the chickens and ducks, chop wood, cook, and only after the family had eaten would she be allowed to eat whatever was left. If nothing remained, she’d have to make do with a sip of cold water before heading back out to the fields.

But the Supreme of the Daoist world knew that if the Martial Ancestor of Chaos wished to meet, now was the most opportune time.

“The Celestial Star Academy is in the Biyun Realm, one of the eight upper realms of the Human Central Domain; we’ll have to use the Talisman Space Array as a relay,” Luo Lan replied, exasperated.

After explaining things to the surrounding academicians and leading scholars in neuroscience and cognitive science, she turned her eyes to Zhang Daoxuan.

Yet, in the face of this sudden counterattack, Flamehoof dodged with a swift twist, not lingering in the slightest.

In answer to the Third Generation, it was not Gildarts—the strongest member of Fairy Tail—but instead Laxus, Natsu, and Gajeel, the three Dragon Slayer Wizards, who stepped forward.

“Social responsibility… Although the team has always donated in my name, I feel a bit guilty accepting this award.” This was Huang Baiyou’s first thought.

“Our goals are the same, but our paths differ. Your schemes run too deep; you’re too ruthless and extreme, leaving no room for retreat or compromise. If you lose, you lose everything!” The voice sounded again.

A company committed to peaceful conduct like this, no matter how far it develops, would at most reach the level of the Apple Corporation.

Zhang Shaojie and his group, despite drawing some sidelong glances due to their Asian features, were largely ignored by the mainstream Western media, who kept their focus on the Hollywood A-listers.

Traveling across the endless desert, the vast openness deprived one of landmarks, and with sand dunes, towering sand hills, and low-lying basins, the first challenge was always to find one’s bearings. Only by determining direction could one traverse the sands smoothly.

The proprietress was overjoyed upon receiving this blessing and treated Zhang Shaojie and Lin Qingxia to a free meal.

“The earth sorcerer’s spell is ready—let’s see if we can cast Earth Wall again at that spot,” Jiang Feng called out from outside, as clumps of earth fell and the vines became easier to break.

Thus, I entered the second classroom. It fell far short of the previous one—there was no character as eye-catching as the straight-black-haired girl—or perhaps I was speaking too soon.

Stripped of all pretense. If Wild War Under Heaven really brought her home to meet his parents, it might just work.

In the early days of reform and opening up, the capital of the Hong Kong Merchants Bureau had dwindled to just one hundred million yuan. For an organization hailed as “the nation’s number one enterprise,” this was an empty title.

Knowing was one thing, but it must never be spoken. After witnessing my combat prowess in angelic form, Aresta was clearly wary—having played at intrigue his entire life, he wasn’t so gullible as to believe I’d held nothing back. Thus, he treated me with unusual courtesy.

He suddenly realized that by immersing himself in the hardships and joys of another identity, he gained insights he could never have as himself. Like now, only by thinking, reacting, and feeling as “Fan Qingzhou” could he hope to deceive the other party over the long run.

Mi Zhen’s warning sent a chill through the ranks of game developers; many who had operated in the shadows began to restrain themselves.

Better to let Jiang Yuebai run wild and leave evidence. Later, she could be accused of meddling in politics from the harem—an excellent pretext.

“Third Lady has returned!” Shuang Han hurried forward, pulling the hood of Qiu Mo’s cloak up for her, then took the cold hand warmer from her hands and replaced it with a warm one.

At that moment, the door to the hospital room opened, and the Wanderer of Xiamen entered. His expression darkened at the scene before him, his gaze toward Shuihuo full of reproach.

Zuo Bin realized Feng Qingshi had been playing a double act with him, but as soon as Lu Chengshuang brought word, he couldn’t wait to make arrangements.

Yesterday afternoon, he found the three of us brothers and said a woman had agreed to exchange fifty jin of grain for a five-year-old child, but at the last moment she changed her mind, beat him up, and forced him to work all afternoon.

“What is he doing?” Ruixue asked in confusion as she followed Shen Fengnian, hidden from Nian Wuyou’s sight.

On the sixth level, it was all bare bones, piled into hills, with two or three intact corpses laid out on wooden planks.

“I don’t have an ID and can’t find a place to stay. Here’s some money—fix this place up so I can be comfortable here,” Shen Fengnian said with a raised brow and a smile.

Thinking of how his mother had been poisoned yesterday and had been screaming in agony ever since, he felt a pang of grief and hated Li Beiwang’s cruelty all the more.

The power of the Ninefold Mystic Sword Body surged—opening sword meridians, condensing the celestial sword wheel—he forced his cultivation from the middle to the late Mystic Realm, holding nothing back. Sword intent rose, sword energy spread, forming a sword domain to confront the demonic phantom and dark coffin.

Watching Ruo Li’s trembling form, Zeyan drew close, his palm shining with golden light as he placed it on her back, channeling divine power into her body.

To the Zhu family’s mind, raising an extra child simply meant another contributor to the household. In fact, when Old Master Zhu expelled Zhu Huating, in his eyes, Zhu Youning and Lady Bai should never have left.

Now Liu Hongjun was furious—not only did the man refuse to apologize after a collision, but he acted tough, and even dared to do so in front of him.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh… A heavy arrow fell, followed by volley after volley of arrows. War chariots reared and horses bucked; some drivers, thinking their leather armor would protect them from Chu arrows, were killed on the spot and toppled from their seats. The chariot formation was thrown into confusion for the first time—dozens of vehicles slowed, swerved sharply, or collided in pile-ups.

“Does the king want steppe horses?” Without caring for height but only for strength, Hu Danshu immediately understood what Xiong Jing wanted.

All the servants in the Zhu family’s main residence were kept busy at their masters’ command, and Old Master Zhu himself supervised the preparations for receiving guests in the guest courtyard.

Anran bore her no ill will—for Hua Wu’s abilities far surpassed even Xia’s, and the fact that Xia returned unharmed this time only meant that Hua Wu’s affairs were urgent and likely grave.

The three people seated at the head of the hall exchanged troubled glances. Jinyu was the most gifted disciple the Southwind Sect had seen in a thousand years—how could they punish her lightly?