Volume One, Chapter 65: Is Bian Xunzhou a Speedy Young Man?

“Who do you think it is? Who do you want it to be?” Bian Xunzhou gazed into her astonished eyes, closing the distance between them one step at a time.

Wen Xuyu instinctively backed away until her lower back pressed against the cabinet, leaving her with nowhere else to go.

However, after obtaining the elixir, he did not hurry to leave. Instead, he stepped into the largest wooden house, picked up the teapot on the table, and began to drink tea.

Gru was a towering figure, weighing well over a hundred kilograms. With his gear, he must have weighed at least one hundred and twenty.

The young man switched off his phone, buried his head in the quilt, shutting out the warm autumn sunlight as well as all the sounds from outside.

Yet, when she lifted her gaze to look at Li Mengyang, she found him simply staring at her with a strange expression.

Seeing the heated battle rage on, with neither side paying any heed to outsiders, Xu Xiao called over the Azure Bird, hoping for a chance to seize some spoils.

Shennong was equally baffled, for he did not know the person before him—Beiliuhu—and there was no connection between the two of them.

Suddenly, Xu Xiao began chanting his double summoning soul skill. Amidst darkness and blue-green light, the Tiger Soul and Azure Bird emerged from the soul pact.

In the main hall, Shen Liufeng was arguing with an attendant, drawing the attention of many eminent guests and powerful figures.

The region where the Blood Refining Secret Realm of Shenzhou lay was shrouded in ever-thickening crimson mist, changing with each passing day. Powerhouses from several great factions were gathered there, waiting for the sealing force to weaken to its lowest point. Then, they would join forces to open a passageway and reveal the spatial altar.

All of this had nothing to do with Liu Chong. He remained the King of Chen, ruling over Yu and Jing prefectures, holding seven million people and an army of one hundred thousand, focusing on restoring and nurturing his lands.

At this time, if a soul could be preserved and slowly nourished, then, when the moment was right, it could be reborn through the cultivation of a supreme master.

“This is the Ice and Snow Flame, symbolizing Prosperity in Bloom, Unfading through Four Seasons. Our shop only sells this flower. One million per pot—quite a modest price,” Qiu Haitang said, delighted to see Liu Rongyan’s expression.

Next came the “Four Noble Truths Visualization Chart,” which was divided into four layers. In the Liquid Attainment stage, Yu Yan could cultivate the first two layers. At that time, Yu Yan was only at the initial stage and practiced the first image; now, she could advance to the second image—the “Truth of Suffering.”

The enemy soldiers leaped off the truck in succession, having failed to set up their grenade launchers, and unleashed a sudden hail of bullets from the forest.

So, Yin Tingting dragged the still-bleeding Feng Yuchi all the way into the factory.

Zong Tao spoke with unwavering resolve. The two lieutenants, knowing he had made up his mind, fell silent.

“Hey, baldy, don’t bother asking. It must be the same old story—facing a great battle, formidable enemies at hand, how could we afford to slack off? Any lapse and we’re done for, am I right? But tell me, what does that even mean?” The man next to Baldy, his mouth stained with muddy yellow liquid, burst out laughing, and the hall erupted with laughter.

The man snorted arrogantly, “Of course, this is a BMW. Even if you sold your grandson, you couldn’t afford to pay for it. Next time, keep your eyes open.” With that, he ignored the grandfather and grandson, returning to his meal at the food stall.

“How is he no longer the same person?” Seeing Wanru’s certainty, Lady Eight looked at her with great curiosity.

Yet, for all his strength, this formidable figure was powerless before the Xia clan’s ancestor—just a single word, a mere wisp of pressure, left him gravely injured, coughing blood as he was sent flying. The difference was as great as that between dragon and ant.

If the 44th Division were to fall into Linton’s hands, he would surely transform it into an elite heavy infantry division and continue to control the 8th Cavalry indirectly. That’s why Bartley was already prepared: if the 8th Cavalry was transferred from Upper Poland, he would immediately dispatch it to Hamburg, a stronghold of the royalists.