Volume One, Chapter 72: Carrying Her Down the Mountain

She instinctively touched her aching chest, unable to stop herself from thinking. Ye Yuan pressed the button on the circular handle. The ring’s wings unfolded, and a dazzling beam of light burst forth, illuminating Ye Yuan. The two dark Ultrawarrior figures at his side moved closer to the center, merging straight into his body.

You could at least leave after placing the ward! But instead, you just stay there—are you planning to turn the fight around?

When their health dropped below one hundred, both abruptly withdrew, leaping backward to widen the distance, and in the same instant, pressed flash with a beep.

Tang Zixuan thought she must have been driven mad by Li Fengjue to ask such an absurd question.

“Very well. Three days is your limit—if they do not provide useful information, not only will I kill them, but all of you will join them in the grave,” Xuemeng’er declared, sweeping her sleeves as she left.

Fortunately, Changfeng Village still had a river and water; in other villages, even getting water was troublesome, let alone growing these vegetables.

“No way, can it really revive?” Takada Ruyi hurried to hide behind Dr. Gelman.

Exclamations of shock split the heavens; the events of that instant had seized the full attention of everyone present. An Xie and the others stared longingly at the scene before them, aching to rush forward.

After all, she was not Xia Mingxiu’s parents themselves; she had no idea what their attitude toward Yuan Yao would actually be.

“Amazing!” Balihui’s laughter sounded even more sincere. Le Wei liked her all the more for it.

The brand of those white sneakers looked very familiar—Zhou Zhou often saw them on Jiang Yan’s feet—which meant they were definitely designer.

Now, finally free, she saw Cui Jiuzhen preparing a pot of braised sauce, pouring in the pig offal she had cleaned over the past two days.

Yuan Shu thought Sun Ce’s hopes for success in Jiangdong were slim; Liu Yao, Wang Lang, Xu Gong, and Yan Baihu were all difficult to deal with. Still, he reluctantly agreed to Sun Ce’s request and handed over Sun Jian’s old followers.

Cang Yaozu mentally ordered the Lingxi to change course; he planned to continue searching for shipwrecks. Time was precious, and there was no need to waste it idly here.

When it came to boasting, Yang Xiu would never claim to be the Netherworld’s number one, but he was certainly among its top elite.

That night, the main house was cold as an ice cellar. The Wen family’s daughter curled up in bed, drifting into a hazy sleep, shivering so badly she pulled the already thin quilt tighter around herself.

It turned out that Cang Yaozu had already entrusted his two thousand-strong Xuanwu Navy to Gan Ning’s command. Gan Ning’s eight hundred retainers had joined in, making a total of three thousand men. Lu Meng remained as Gan Ning’s deputy, and Zhuge Liang served as the navy’s strategist.

Today was his birthday; he could easily squander a million or two, and his father would just turn a blind eye.

Yet, in her eyes there was only the adoration of a fan for her idol, with not a trace of romantic feeling.

Tang Ye’s mood improved considerably. After taking a few deep breaths, his irritability faded away. He wanted to take Murong Huansha and Ling Yun for a walk. Just then, his phone vibrated: a message from Mu Caisang—"I’m on my way to the Murong’s. I’ll let you know when I arrive."

That presence was furious; just the sound of its voice made Jiang Hai nearly collapse. Yet, even such an existence’s origin could not be traced.

Murong Huansha shot Tang Ye a look, but she grew more cheerful, clinging to him all the more tightly.