Chapter 128: Appointed as the River Deity of Cangjiang!

Meanwhile, at the Sanjiang Weir.

This ancient dam, which had stood for a century, was now covered in fractures from top to bottom.

The cyan bricks and massive boulders upon it, battered day in and day out by the surging river currents, had grown extremely fragile. From time to time, fragments of all sizes would break away and plunge into the deep pool below, carried down by the rushing waterfall.

High above, the full moon hung in the sky. As the tide began to rise, the water level had already surpassed the ancient flood markers. The floating markers set the dam's old bronze bell to ringing with a series of resonant hums.

"Apologies, I am merely a lecturer, not any sort of professor. I cannot help you, please return!" Han Dong refused without a second thought. Whoever this person was, to have investigated him to such an extent just to enlist his help, they were bound to bring immense trouble.

Li Cheng's pale pupils stared fixedly at Ye Tian, filled with shock and disbelief. A moment later, he slumped to the ground like a dead fish, convulsed for a brief second, and went entirely still.

He had not expected that entity to possess such formidable power. If not for the strength of his own spiritual soul and his brief master-servant bond with the Silver Ghost Mask, his memories would have been nearly wiped clean, barely escaping death by a hair's breadth without even realizing it.

The old teacher carefully packed away the box, seeing that the door was already shut. He wrapped the box in the cloth he had used earlier, determined to carry out the philosophy that wealth should never be flaunted, though he had no intention of keeping the money for himself.

Tang Haofei merely shrugged indifferently, then turned his head back to look at Camille.

The reason Song Zinan felt a slight pang of guilt was simply that she had been in an exceptionally foul mood back then; looking back now, she only felt that her tone had been far too harsh at the time, completely forgetting that Li Quan genuinely had been in the wrong.

"Understood." With that, the soldier turned and left. Reaching the sentry post, he concealed his body, instantly blending into the surrounding environment.

Oh, good grief, Li Zhilong was furious. Damn it, can you explode just from getting angry? Do you think that aircraft is a chicken? Getting angry enough to blow up makes it fried chicken! Not a blown-up plane.

President Jin looked Han Dong up and down, flashed the large gold watch on his wrist, glanced at it with a frown, and continued stirring his coffee. He showed not the slightest intention of shaking hands with Han Dong. Han Dong awkwardly withdrew his hand—was this meant to be a show of force?

However, the war had already broken out, and before a victor was decided, it was no easy matter for one side to withdraw prematurely.

"Do you truly bear a grudge against Xiao Baiyu?" Mo Langyue had been watching coldly from the sidelines, but at this moment, she suddenly posed the question.

Cheng Lingzhi pursed her lips, still feeling a bit bothered. Could that demon perhaps be jealous?

Yet he had overestimated the speed of the impending disaster. When he returned home, the meal had already been served on the table. Ordinarily, this would be a good thing, but upon seeing the appearance of those dishes, anyone would surely prefer to grab a broken bowl and beg for scraps on the street corner.

"Daochuan-jun!" The Heaven-tier expert fighting against Song Niucha cried out in alarm, reaching out to catch the flying Daochuan. But the sheer magnitude of Yingjun's strength was terrifying; the moment the man caught Daochuan, another cry escaped him as both of them were sent flying directly over the cruise ship's railing, plunging together into the vast ocean.

Meanwhile, the moment Long Miaomiao was born, Yingjun had already looked beneath the deck. Though Lin Ruoxi had not heard the source of the noise, he certainly had. Before he could even speak, Lin Ruoxi rushed toward the cabins: "Ruoxi, wait for me, don't run around blindly." Seeing this, Yingjun immediately gave chase.

"I cannot help you with this. However, I can promise you that my brother will definitely investigate it with all his heart. If he manages to uncover anything, he will surely tell you." Qian Beier would never make reckless guarantees about such matters; the Zhao family's influence was vast, and their main residence was guarded as impenetrably as an iron bucket. Uncovering the secrets hidden within was no easy feat.

He still had no wish to kill them, but neither would he let them off lightly—at the very least, he would make them taste what he had suffered.

Down in Antarctica, Yingjun, Bald Qiang, and Iron Snake emerged bundled in heavy clothing, while Song Niucha, Yun Mo, Situ Kongxu, and Gongsun Xu strode forward to welcome Yingjun.