Volume 1, Chapter 56: A Hero Saving the Beauty

"The Surveillance Crest?! Is that what I vaguely heard before I passed out—something about the 'Watcher of the South'?" Ain asked.

With the utterance of these three words, an immense and majestic force seemed to well up between heaven and earth, instantly dispersing all sound and movement.

Lu Feng understood Su Wuxi's inner struggle. Voicing this matter aloud was also meant to allow Su Wuxi to make her own choice, sparing her from future regret.

What Jiuge acquired was the divine power of creation—the ability to create living beings, which was simply unimaginable and represented supreme might.

"Oh, forget it." Whenever Meiqiqi thought about how simple her job really was, coupled with the presence of her good friend here, she ultimately had no choice but to compromise with a resigned sigh.

The early, middle, and late stages of a star's formation could all be observed simultaneously; a single glance was enough to absorb boundless information. Unless an individual life form equipped with an understanding of time's manifestations entered, it would cause their death in a split second.

She applied an earth-toned eyeshadow to Xia Lin'an, and then finished her look with a slightly retro red lipstick.

When he opened the box, an intoxicating fragrance immediately wafted into the air, causing a jolt of astonishment to ripple through Zhou Longfei's heart as he caught the scent.

Inside the hospital room, Si Ruiyuan disdainfully tossed the soup brought by Ke Zixuan—container, spoon, and all—straight into the trash can, before placing the soup brewed by his mother onto the table and opening it.

That punk was also an extremely shrewd individual. It was precisely thanks to this sharp vigilance that he managed to hold the upper hand in every brawl and win the favor of Sun Wanfu.

Yet he also knew that since Lin Feng had said so, he must have his own reasons. He had better hide first and see what transpired.

Originally, Su Xuan had thought Lin Feng would be immensely difficult to deal with. But upon actually meeting him, she only felt that he was nothing special after all. So-called king of Chinese mercenaries—he was no different from any of the prey she had hunted before.

Manager Song pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement. "Outer fabric, lining, plus the cotton... that should come to about one tael of silver, right?" Being a man, he had little familiarity with such matters and felt somewhat uncertain.

He had previously appealed to the White Tiger Gang, never expecting that even their eight top experts would fail, ending up captured by Lin Feng and thrown into prison. Though he commanded numerous bodyguards, they were utterly incomparable to the eight masters of the White Tiger Gang.

"Yes, yes." The clerk nodded like a pecking chick, not daring to let out even a squeak, and scurried away in embarrassment.

Affairs of the world were always so coincidental; what one feared most was often what came to pass. With Qian Jun gone, Dong Jincai was indeed invigorated. Staying at home, he summoned several retainers to plot how to deal with Shen Mingyun. Naturally, Imperial Concubine Dong and Qian Haoze were also conspiring on how to scheme against Princess Xiao, Consort of the Southern Sea.

Xia Zheng knew that this pillar of fire was far from the Flame Demon King's full power, so the spear in his hand pointed forward, unleashing an equally formidable counterattack—the second form of the Purple Lightning Startle Rainbow Spear: Pointing at the Stars.

"Damn it!" Yan Chifeng felt a sudden urge to curse. Clenching his fists angrily, he looked from Zhong Kui—who was currently enveloped and besieged by the silent golden light—to the vanished Dragon Whisker Gold, as an overwhelming wave of murderous intent surged to the heavens.

For several consecutive days, due to old Wang's upcoming wedding, handling money matters, drilling troops, and helping out, Qianqian had no time to spar with Zhuo. Yet she had noticed that Zhuo was extremely depressed, putting on a forced smile in front of others while looking haggard with dark circles under her eyes. Everyone else assumed it was just exhaustion from managing household affairs, but Qianqian knew very well that wasn't the case at all.

Just as before, Nankui Rui had completely sealed off this area with his domain of consciousness. Outsiders would only see Nankui Rui and Qiuluo communicating and speaking, but they could not hear what was actually being discussed.

What on earth was he thinking?! Moreover, Han Feng seemed to be aware of most of her intelligence. Therefore, looking at Han Feng, Weiwei's feelings had undergone a completely different transformation somewhere along the way.

Kumamoto felt his head throbbing with a massive headache. Having no other choice, he briefly recounted what Helong had told him to the three of them, while strictly instructing them not to let it leak. For now, the only ones who knew about this were Helong, himself, his master, and his three senior sister apprentices.

After changing into clean clothes, Ye Nanyi found a secluded corner and leaned against the rock wall to close her eyes and rest.

Yet, even knowing of that special human's existence, the current Japanese government was utterly helpless.

Only a few stubborn individuals continued their obstinate resistance, begging the Emperor to spare Yan Lin and allow him to redeem himself through meritorious service.

Fan Siju stood at the doorway of the room, listening to his deep yet immensely gentle voice, a happy smile blooming on her face.

This remark happened to be overheard by Pei Cuihua. Having nothing much to do during the winter anyway, she was single-mindedly intent on getting on good terms with Lady Liang so she could join in making dragon-whisker noodles and brewing wine. Knowing there would be a show when Dou Chuanjia returned, she had been keeping watch from early on.

However, there was one thing she did not know: she had already been targeted the moment she left the villa.

"All right, keep it up." Qian Hong patted her shoulder, watched her run toward the door, and then retreated to her office to rest.

"What! You want to bail out the person who kidnapped your sister?" Zuo Yang smiled playfully, because he fundamentally believed he would never have a chance to leave this place.

Having heard Li Wei's analysis, which was not without reason, both Murong Qiuyue and I agreed wholeheartedly. I truly never expected Li Wei to possess such talent; the information he uncovered was immensely useful, and simultaneously, both Murong Qiuyue and I held a deep admiration for this carefree Li Wei.

"Lord Asinger." Having wept for a long time, Shirley finally stopped sobbing and looked at Asinger with a resolute expression.

Yet now, mother and children were separated by the boundary of yin and yang. How could this not cause the old woman a heart-wrenching agony? Furthermore, around that same time, she had also lost her adopted son Niu Tian and her good neighbor Zhou Quan. Tell me, how could the old woman not grieve, how could she not sorrow?

"Heh." Asinger gave a faint smile, then with a soft pop, casually waved his hand to release a magic missile that struck Fren right in the temple. Fren was thus dealt with.

Zeng Qiang was not made to wait much longer before Zhang Xiu, wearing an angry expression and an elastic tank top, stormed out from the primary building.

Though the heavenly demon's true nature remained unknown, it seemed to possess a modicum of intelligence. Realizing its whereabouts had been exposed, it ceased concealing its form and materialized directly out of the void.

"Lightning Strike." Asinger flicked his finger, directly unleashing a tier-one lightning magic spell. However, this magic dealt limited damage to the ogre—or perhaps ogres simply possessed superior tenacity—and this move failed to yield the same excellent results as it had previously against knights.

At this critical juncture, inspiration struck Zeng Qiang like a flash of divine insight. He switched to sub-space, and the countless bullets instantly vanished into thin air.