Chapter 107: Gathering Clouds

"Understood!"
Consort Jiang’s heart stirred. Why would the Princess summon her for no reason?
The Princess and she had maintained a harmonious relationship between wife and concubine. From Yizhou to Pingcheng, and then from Pingcheng to Chang’an, over the years they had lived together, while one could not say they were as close as sisters, they had at least remained on peaceful terms.
The Princess of Qi was of noble status and deeply loved by the Prince, yet she never used her position to treat the concubines with harshness or cruelty.
Consort Jiang was of peerless beauty and highly favored by the Prince, yet she never used that favor to show disrespect toward the Princess.
To Bai Le, his sister Bai Qingya was the only kin he had left in this world. Anyone who dared to harbor ill intentions toward her was his mortal enemy, with no room for negotiation.
"However, I do know where someone can save her. Considering you just gave me one million profound crystals, I don't mind telling you." Seeing Gong Shaoqing’s expression, the old man raised an eyebrow and spoke leisurely.
"Hmph. Kill me or slice me however you wish." Scorpio was a man of backbone. He stretched out his neck, looking every bit the martyr.
Tao Hao sat upright across from him, ordering a caramel macchiato. He was actually quite surprised that she liked drinking such coffee.
The two commanders were at odds over how to attack the Eighth Route Army’s positions in the West Mountains. Unable to reconcile their differences, the commander of the Quyang enemy forces, who held the initiative, shouted arrogantly at the Tang County commander: "You’ve been scared out of your wits by these local guerrillas! How could a mere regiment of them block the powerful offensive of over four hundred Imperial Japanese soldiers?"
Only at close range could one intuitively sense the sheer scale of this mountain-sized monster. Though called a monster, its body was interspersed with other things, including various parts suspected to be from other creatures; it was like a petrified chimera.
I bit my lip, staying silent, feeling as though my entire being had been laid bare, embarrassed and at a loss.
Zheng Tie had been bottling up his anger for a long time. Since blocking the enemy's 372nd Regiment from advancing westward at Position No. 1, his battalion’s two companies had engaged in twenty rounds of attacks and counter-attacks, suffering heavy casualties and nearly being wiped out several times.

After their lips parted, she looked at Li Quan with hazy eyes and whispered something that left him stunned, stirred his blood, and deeply captivated him.
It was the sky—the northern sky—where the endless sea radiated waves of chill. Far away, a dazzling light fell from above.
Her figure was sultry and alluring, and her face was enchanting, though a faint wrinkle on her forehead seemed to betray her age.
He felt a bit dazed. Was the person across from him really just twenty years old? Even a person of forty or fifty might not be so considerate of their opponent’s position. Simply not kicking someone while they were down was already quite honorable.
"Does it need five days?" Wendell said as he fished a slip of paper from his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, the folded paper unfurled to reveal many names and arrows.
Elder Dan watched the admiration in the eyes of those old men. Seeming to think it wasn't enough, he brought out the recipe for the Extreme Fire Pill that Ning Yi had given him last time.
"Don't thank me. Saving you is my mission. You forget, you are my prisoner of war!" Ling Moyu said with a smile.
"Actually, I regret sending you that email. After I sent it, I prayed you wouldn't receive it, worried that if you really came over, you would be implicated and put in danger," Princess Min said, her eyes brimming with tears.
Ning Yi knew this member of the main lineage was showing her favor. If she went with him to the Ning main lineage, her treatment would likely be far better than that of the branch family members.
A sweet smile hung on Chu Yueying’s beautiful face, revealing an expression that said, "I knew Junior Brother Ling Chen wouldn't disappoint me."
Xue Manlou was neither a Beast Tamer nor a Soul Master; those red-tailed bees were not summoned by him.
Only cultivators who had reached the Golden Core stage and possessed a sufficiently powerful spiritual sense could have such an ability. Was Xia Yu a Golden Core cultivator? The three of them exchanged puzzled glances.
He could not simply watch his brother face danger; he was not that kind of man.

"Elder Chen Zi, Elder Lie Huo, yes, but this year there are twenty people at the Third Level of the Warrior Realm," Nan Zhentian said with a smile.
However, in this process, further mediation by the leader of the Shaolin Sect was still needed. Once the matters concerning the Emei Sect were settled, the next phase of the plan could proceed on Naruto's side.
"Four point five million." A bid rang out. Perhaps the cat-person truly held strong appeal, as bids followed one after another, and in no time, the price had been raised to over five million.
Ye Feng had intended to land a third strike, but he hadn't expected the mage Wolf Three’s health to be barely two hundred, and he was taken down by Ye Feng in two hits, falling to the ground with deep resentment.
Naruto still stared blankly at the energy shield, watching it grow thinner bit by bit. The continuous condensation of life energy caused the light sphere within to grow increasingly brilliant, appearing in the pitch-black universe like a planet radiating such intense green light.
The King of Kings Championship? Yan Bin laughed to himself. With the momentum building and so many people cheering him on, how could he not rouse his spirits?
"Heh heh, come forward. I want to examine your bone structure." Chu Gonglie’s attitude was relatively warm, and he managed to force a faint smile onto his cold face.
The one leading them was the son of the butler Saburo Kamura—Shiro Kamura. He was two years older than me and a bit shorter.
According to news from the border, the fighting was fierce. How could Jiraiya have returned unscathed?
Obito’s heart had already hardened. Even if he could not return to the Hidden Leaf Village, he would use his own methods to protect that village—the home that once was.