Chapter Forty-Five: Omen

“Let them go. Get lost.” His glasses, already broken, now had only one frame left. Out of habit, Xinghua pushed the frame up; his eyes were calm and unruffled, but only Wukong could sense the fury hidden deep within them.

This man’s name was Ban Meng, once a stonemason, now a burly figure. He cracked a wide grin. “Senior Yue doesn’t seem like someone from Qingqiu Continent. In all my time here, I’ve never seen anyone like you.” As he spoke, he pulled out a few tools—a hammer and pliers—from a rough cloth bag and deftly got to work.

“Sorry, we don’t have any identification or invitation!” Lin Jingyi said with a smile. The scene from a few months ago was still fresh in his mind; he remembered being stopped at the gate with his companions back then.

What is justice? Lin Yi pondered the question, and before long, he lifted his head and looked at the two of them with determination.

On the waters of Lake Shuiyue, Lin Yun leapt about, dodging the Vermilion Bird’s strikes and the assault of music, looking utterly frantic and disheveled.

Perhaps realizing that his reckless words might leave Yao Jing with a bad impression of unreliability, Director Chen hesitated, then decided to call in an old police officer for support.

With a low-ranking Cao commander leading the way, Pang De walked through the Cao camp unhindered, striding confidently as he inspected the various divisions. He dared not enter the camps of the most important generals, but at the outer camps of common soldiers, his face was already well known.

In the blink of an eye, the thugs were all knocked to the ground. The Tang soldier returned to his original position. After a brief silence, the passengers on the train realized that the bullies who had just been so arrogant now lay helpless, and they rushed forward to repay them with fists and kicks.

Yan Wudao, knowing his companion’s temperament all too well, ignored him completely, lost in his own thoughts.

His pure, unwavering gaze gave her confidence that he wasn’t just offering comfort—he truly believed in her.

Not only he, but most people present doubted Zhao Yuan’s words. After all, the medicinal herb base for shamanic medicine was in West Shu Province. That region was suitable for growing chuanxiong, fritillaria, and safflower, but not nearly as good as the Northeast or Korea for cultivating ginseng.

A few days ago, Sun Kai cooked dumplings here, especially setting some aside for Sun Yumeng—her favorites: celery and beef, as well as tomato and egg.

Have the aliens taken control of one of the Five Emperors, the Northern Heavenly Emperor? Or all of them? Or is this whole thing a fabrication of extraterrestrials, the so-called Celestial Realm and Netherworld nothing more than their system for harvesting dark energy?

Though the Succubus clan are no immortal sorcerers, they are extremely sensitive to energy flows. Recently, fluctuations have grown bizarre, and this is one of the main reasons for the succubi’s increasing agitation.

But Thanos showed no mercy. He seized Deadpool, crushed half the bones in his body with a single squeeze, then tossed him onto a chandelier. As his bones were just beginning to regenerate, the unexpected result was that his newly formed skeleton cured his longstanding rheumatism, leaving his body feeling strangely light.

Even Shinji, who had lived with her for several years, couldn’t bear to watch and covered his eyes at the scene.

“Give it a rest! I can’t be bothered with you!” Only now did Chen Zhaojun realize that when it came to tourism development, this ever-pragmatic Gore had truly been the best choice. Gore was, after all, something of an expert when it came to recreation.

Deadpool spread his arms wide to shield Li Kang. With a sickening sound, an ice arrow pierced his body, the wound instantly frozen over, letting only a few thin streams of blood seep out.

Now, Yang Xi already possessed the strength to eliminate the gentry by force without fear of reprisal.

To him, he’d long grown tired of such food. He ate impassively, neither pleased nor disappointed.

Yet anyone with sense could hear the hardship in He Guoquan’s words.

Despite being a Hidden Warrior, one of the owners of the Nether Armor, a colonel, and the captain of the third squad of the Hidden Combat Unit, none of these positions or ranks gave him the authority to promise Lin Kong anything.

A vermillion, stylized bird seemed to come alive, circling around the calligraphy. Its wings beat, and it darted with vibrant lifelike movements among the characters.

“All fleets, assemble immediately!” No sooner had the battle ended than Xu Lin ordered every fleet to gather, including those not involved in the fight and Wei Zhong’s ships guarding the rear.

“Fall back! And don’t move!” Broken Sword seemed to have noticed something, crying out in alarm as he instantly retreated thirty yards.

Shi Yu noticed Huan Ran’s calm, aloof expression and realized that for someone with such a cold temperament to start a conversation was already a gesture of goodwill.

Fortunately, Hua Manlou was steady by nature, not the type to be impatient or eager for attention, and thus had always lived a peaceful life.

“I feel several pounds lighter,” Zhuo Yunfeng couldn’t hide the joy in his voice. “It must’ve worked.” Just moments ago, he had broken through two cultivation levels in succession and now stood at the sixth stage of Nascent Soul.

Lin Kong watched the gradually fading figures of Gu Xuan and the others, frowning slightly. He could already see how things were developing. To keep a spacecraft intact, relying on Gu Xuan alone was not enough. He had to demonstrate real strength and show his value to the military leaders—only then could he earn their trust.

Chu Chen had a nagging feeling he’d seen this mentor somewhere before. After staring for a long time, he suddenly remembered: this was the man who’d been rude at the bearded man’s banquet and had been thoroughly thrashed by Chu Chen.

As Helan Minyue blinked in confusion, she saw, in the dim candlelight, a smiling face propped on a hand right before her. Startled, she quickly shut her eyes again, but her long lashes kept quivering, betraying her nervousness.