Volume One, Chapter 53: Studying Architecture

"This is a bow made from the skin of a flood dragon and mulberry wood. It requires a hundred pounds of strength just to draw it, and to pull it to its full extent, three hundred pounds of strength are needed," Cai Yong explained.

The night was deep; the sky resembled a piece of freshly washed, indigo-hued coarse cloth, with stars scattered across it like glittering fragments of gold.

Her movements, though unintended, radiated allure—a matter she had long grown accustomed to.

She slipped on a garment with a sense of resignation and stepped outside. Though it was a summer night and the air was not particularly cold, the intermittent gusts and the midnight dew made her feel a chill in her bones.

Jin Ao, who had not dared to walk with large strides along the way, finally caught up to Qi Tianshou, nervously watching him.

"The others will remain in the mortal realm to respond to the slaughter. There must be no mistakes. Nezha, you are to oversee the entire operation—no errors allowed," Wang Hao commanded.

The priest was momentarily stunned, unable to immediately absorb the fact that Smolensk had become German territory.

Many people harbored doubts in their hearts, and at that moment, all the disciples of Mount Hua dropped to their knees.

"Wife, I’m sorry. I swear, I’ll never do anything again to make you worry," Lin Yifeng gazed at Zhang Ziqi’s concerned face, his heart swelling with emotion. He reached out and pulled his beloved into his arms.

"What a joke! Do you think having a few double-winged dragons makes you so formidable? Now that your trump cards have been forced out, next time, our Red Hackers will return in force and slaughter your dragons!" Qingshui Ni spat fiercely.

"This time, the demon tribe wishes to strike directly at the Grand Alliance of Qin. It’s a clever move, but the lord has already uncovered their plan. Their scheme is destined to fail!" Lei Dong declared.

"Brother-in-law, I have a piece of earth-shattering intelligence to exchange with you," Zhang Zixuan said, leaning her head toward Lin Yifeng as soon as he settled onto the sofa.

That shadow seems to know our foundation well, aware that Elder Shi is the most troublesome, skilled in sorcery, so he used a concealed weapon to disable Elder Shi’s hand.

Someone shouted, and in an instant, more than a dozen streams of ice elemental power shot forth from the top of the wall.

Qin Mu hovered in midair, his expression grave as he watched the scene unfold. He noticed that everyone was facing south, raising one hand—as if joining forces to resist something. Yet, from the looks of it, their combined resistance had failed.

There was something wrong—definitely wrong. Could these people truly not be human? If not human, then what?

Gao Bao listened, his brows gradually furrowing. Though he said nothing, his breathing grew heavier.

With Xiong Da’s translation, Karl finally spent a long while piecing together what had happened.

In previous missions, "Tabins" had always provided direct escort—unless this assignment was more complicated than usual.

Despite his inner suspicions, he maintained a calm facade, standing and watching. Xiaodao did not turn his head nor notice the subtle shifts in his expression, so he let it go.

The beast wardens of Impel Down, the great prison of the deep sea, were all awakened Zoan-type Devil Fruit users. Though Zoan types excelled in physical technique, they were still defeated by Luffy two years prior.

In the instant their emotions stirred, they felt the surrounding temperature plummet, as if even the air had frozen.

Xiahou Yu looked at Tian Quan, who had not been seen for days and now seemed to have aged from middle age to elderly overnight, feeling a pang of emotion.

Fortunately, Danyang’s officials arrived in time. Cui Hao, fearing Xiahou Yu’s revenge of late, had kept bodyguards at his side, so the four arrows failed to hit any vital spots.

After reporting to Wu Xie, Nan Lichuan hurried out of the hospital room. He’d already said as much as he could—any more, and he wouldn’t know what else to say.

"Don’t worry, Grandma, I’ll take care of my sister too," the younger brother promised, grasping her other hand.

"The gray one, I think. The style is nice, the color hides dirt well—I like it," Lin Can suggested.

The Fu family and the Gu family surely know some inside information, but they’ve always looked down on us upstart families.

She was now strolling leisurely with Ling Yin in the seven-colored related space, speaking softly as they walked.

People from the Eastern Hua Division, if they wish to profit from that place, must first pass the trials of the sea demon tribes.

After the divorce, Lin Can rented an apartment for Sister Qin and took care of her daily life. The apartment remains, never returned, in hopes she would one day come back and have a place to settle.

Yang Meijuan grabbed Guan Zhifeng’s arm, her nails digging painfully into his flesh. "So, what then?"

Wu Jiaquan, hiding behind, lounged in his computer chair, his feet propped on the desk, toes swinging, a wicked and satisfied smile on his face.

Guan Zhifeng instinctively squeezed his thighs together, moving the insulated lunchbox to his chest to shield the rising tent.

"No, his mind isn’t normal." Although Su Yinhe hadn’t spoken, he knew what she meant—her gaze told him everything.

Next, there must be matters of interpersonal relationships; for such sensitive issues, the person providing information must be trustworthy for Guan Zhifeng. The process of seeking opinions was, in essence, an exchange on various matters between the two.

"Tell me the truth: did you return home for leave because of an injury?" Mr. Cheng’s tone was stern; Cheng Feng’s heart skipped a beat, and Mrs. Cheng’s face changed as well. Could their precious son be on sick leave, not vacation?

Murong paused—she only intended to teach Du Tie a lesson. In fact, she could have absorbed for longer, but with a great enemy before them, she let him go.

Li Zhichen gripped a jade sword in his right hand, leaping forward to meet Du Hui. The long sword swept past, flashing like lightning in the darkness.

The roller coaster had begun; everywhere were blood-curdling screams—except in Nangong Linyi’s corner, making Ouyang Yingqi feel stifled as well.