Chapter 132: The Changing of the Guard

The Senior Junior Sister stared at the half-sheet of paper with a look of confusion, though a coldness that bordered on murderous intent lurked in the depths of her eyes. Her fingers tapped against the table in an irregular rhythm—tap, tap, tap. Jiang Jiu’s breath hitched; he dared not make a sound, fearing he might provoke his unpredictable Senior Sister. "Continue," she said, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

Yet, at that very moment, the opponent’s declaration to take on six people at once truly struck a chord in their fragile hearts. After this incident, although Xiao Wang had been demoted to a marquis, he had shaken off his previous air of melancholy and appeared as refreshed as if bathed in a spring breeze. Thinking of this, Xie Xiaonuan sighed softly; the events of late had been entirely beyond her expectations, and she wondered when it would all finally come to an end.

For years, Hua Rong had relied on them to gather information from the outside world, both to focus on her cultivation and to avoid unnecessary trouble. As consumers shifted their focus entirely toward shopping centers, the popularity and profits of established malls had skyrocketed. Of course, he only knew this because a super-administrator had told him; otherwise, given the Glory Guild's rank, he would never have had contact with someone at the level of a company vice president.

His task was indeed exactly as Tang Yi had described, but he had not expected Tang Yi to see through it so easily. Xia Yuyang sat at the dining table, eyes darting around the restaurant’s interior before flickering back to the man from time to time. His initial wariness had transformed into admiration, and he couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

Stepping through the villa’s entrance, I felt a gust of cold wind blow over me, causing me to gasp involuntarily. The thick, earthy stench still clinging to my palate had not yet dissipated, and it immediately triggered a few dry heaves. "Oh, right, coming right away," Father Xie replied, then gave Mother Xie, who was lost in a daze, a subtle nudge. She caught on immediately and hurried to put on a smile, placing the cake on the dining table.

Li Hong knew that if he were to fight both Zhang Xiu and Tie Hua at once, his death would be certain. With a powerful flick of his great halberd, he abandoned his troops and turned to flee. Under these circumstances, Ma Dahua completely ignored the meager skills of Wu Maxin and his fellow disciples, not even considering them a part of the combat force. He likely felt these juniors weren't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"Very well, I will tell Director Zheng every word of this!" the bald man gritted his teeth, his face twisted with hatred. Nangong Yunyao signaled for the group to attack, then drew his bow; three sharp arrows instantly whistled toward the spirit monkey perched in the tree branches.

His physical form could not leave the laboratory; once it did, he would face a power failure. For him, a power failure meant death, and after death, he would no longer be in control of anything. The Heavenly Hermit would not take such a risk.

Just as the bronze goblet was about to strike Meng Guang, Hu Sanniang suddenly flicked her wrist, sending a silver chopstick flying. It struck the goblet, knocking it to the ground. Karl had originally thought the job of a scribe was quite mundane, but hearing Old Tom’s low growl and seeing the envious, even jealous, gazes of most people in the tavern, he suddenly realized that this was an otherworldly realm akin to the medieval West, not the knowledge-saturated Earth he knew.

"The deep sea, where no one has ever been—I wonder if there might be anything extraordinary there?" To distract himself, Li Weigong activated the visual detection system installed on the ship's outer hull. The owner was a man of about forty, wearing an emerald ring, his eyes glinting with shrewdness.

The idea was sound, but Shi Song knew that in this era of chaotic warfare, it was no time for business. The warlords fought incessantly for two main reasons: food and people, people and food. As soon as the army led by Tang Shuyu arrived, and before they could even begin the siege, the King of Kosala requested that Naga go out to face them. At that moment, a bizarre turn of events occurred: the leader of the Naga turned around and twisted off the King of Kosala’s head, then swaggered out of the city with the head in hand to request an audience with Tang Shuyu.