Chapter Fifty-Three: Paper Horses and Wooden Carriages

According to Old Liu, starting from Gao Gou’er, the people of the Wanjia Sect have been tricking me into participating in a secret burial.
The fortune-telling blind man deliberately asked me to buy a sheep's head, which was actually to test my intentions and abilities.
Qingwei’s heart stirred upon hearing the words of the Dragon Emperor: Could it be that it was finally time to begin the true counterattack?
Chen Yuan gave a dry laugh and nodded, thinking to himself how Boss Zhou had fleeced him of nine hundred yuan in brokerage fees when he’d introduced him to the house, and now, how had he suddenly become so generous?
At that moment, he heard the melodious and soft voice of Jinnaluo: "Qingwei, I wonder if you might be able to watch my match?"
The Qin army’s troops withdrew, bringing relief to the Kushan forces on the western front, but it also plunged Kadefei into deep thought. He knew that the lives of Gela Khan and his fifty thousand men now rested in his hands. If the Qin could spare their forces, those soldiers would face annihilation.
Because, by the light of the fire pit, he discovered two more lines of text on the reverse side. Naturally, he turned it over to take a look.
As for its abilities, in the game it could only cast offensive magic that harmed enemies, and its spells were rather troublesome—such as chain lightning, which did not distinguish between friend and foe. Here, I have designed it as an ultimate mage, capable of all spells, and with an AI advanced enough to avoid friendly fire.
At last, the final moment arrived. Lin Yi’s wrist suddenly trembled, and the celestial sword drew a deep gash—not at Chu Lingyu’s throat, but across his shoulder.
After all, traditional Chinese medicine is vast and profound; without decades of dedicated study, it is impossible to truly master.
“My name is Shen Ping, and Zheng Fei and I are classmates. What’s your name?” The other young man hurriedly joined in.
Although her facial features were quite good, the other woman's makeup was simply over the top: fiery red lips, cheeks flushed like burning embers, reminiscent of the sultry stars in Hong Kong’s Category III films of the 1980s.
Hongjian sighed inwardly with regret. The attack of true water energy against the defense of the metal element was simply too weak. She had poured all her strength into turning Pu Pingping into a human sieve in an instant, yet with a single talisman, he seemed almost unharmed.
Concerning Qin Tian, even the Lord of Darkness knew little. Like the entire dark world, he did not understand the true Qin Tian, nor was he aware of his more secret identity.
Seeing the empty street, devoid of people and vehicles, Li Yi slowly began to pick up speed, wanting to use exercise to become familiar with his current body.
The key was made of Hetian jade, appearing as nothing more than an ornament. No ordinary person would ever guess that it was, in fact, a key. Liang Xin inserted it into the keyhole, and the wall slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a hidden passage.
At the mention of Locking Affection Cliff, several people were startled. Although no one had been confined there to this day, the disciples of the Falling Blossom Sword Sect knew the place all too well. According to one of the sect’s rules, traitors would be imprisoned at Locking Affection Cliff and subjected to the punishment of wind blades.
This barbarian ox leader was indeed worthy of being an earth-element demon beast of the Nascent Soul stage, able to charge directly through earth-based obstacles.
“Wretches, prepare to die!” Guan Hai charged in the lead, wielding his massive axe—one swing to the left, another to the right, and no one could withstand even a single exchange with him.
Metallic fingers tightened on Muramasa’s unprotected head, clamping down harder and harder. Amidst a series of creaks, a trickle of red seeped from the split scalp, streaming down that beautiful face.
Wang Baosheng approached with the wooden box. Liang Xin opened the lid, revealing two short pistols and a case of grenades. A cold glint flashed in Liang Xin’s eyes as he picked up one of the pistols, feeling its weight in his hand.
Seeing this, Lei Yue broke into a grin, well aware that his cold-faced master’s silence was a tacit approval.