Chapter 50: The Disappearance of the Cub

Plans never keep up with changes.

Ghalo had originally arranged to visit the suspicious woman's small building on the afternoon two days later. He had even thought of several angles and questions for probing.

However, half an hour before the scheduled time, the study door was knocked on urgently. His trusted subordinate did not even wait for permission before pushing the door open, a rare panic on his face.

"Mr. Speaker! The young master... The young master, he—"

A man's heart is never satisfied, just as a snake tries to swallow an elephant. Danger and opportunity, all underpinned by the question of greed. Yet Lin Xiu knew it within himself. This could not be considered greed.

At this moment, Su Jing speaking in such a manner inexplicably reminded her of that man, sending a surge of anger through her heart.

"No, I'm currently staying at a friend's place." Man Jia hesitated for a moment. She and Yuan Dong should probably be considered friends. Perhaps she needed to tell him that she could pay him rent.

How could it be possible? How could she possibly know the medicinal guide for "completely unrecognizable"? It must be a coincidence, right? It had to be a coincidence.

To put it bluntly, it was simply out of jealousy. These people were jealous that he could accomplish what they could not. Therefore, they sourly and forcibly labeled him a pervert and a madman, doing so merely for their own consolation.

The battle situation in the western frontier was fierce, and the country was simultaneously suffering from floods. The northern kingdom had completely fallen into a plight of internal and external troubles.

Luo Feng threw himself exhausted onto the soft sofa. Not a single finger of his could muster the energy to move, and the cozy comfort of the sofa made his disheveled and battered self appear thoroughly at ease.

"Next, we can request the establishment of a state religion, offer sacrifices to the Nine Cauldrons, and suppress the national fortune for the Great Sui," Zhu Yuyan also remarked.

Suddenly, Qin Long's eyes widened as a flash of unease crossed his face. He swiftly exited the virtual terminal and returned to reality.

Following the recent demise of the Heavenly Dao, they knew that a new Supreme God had emerged, and that they had more or less entanglements with this Supreme God.

The soldiers had already cleared the way for these unstoppable cavalrymen. Armed with long spears, the cavalry surged forward like a flood, yet their target was the seemingly defenseless mysterious figure.

Yet he saw a flash of blade light, and the sword radiance vanished instantly. His men suddenly collapsed, lying motionless like dead meat.

Although they were completely unable to detect Ye Qian's whereabouts at the moment, Ye Qian still killed this cockroach without hesitation. He had a premonition that the flames of war would soon ignite here, and he did not want to leave any possibility of exposing his tracks.

"Bang!" Ye Qian was blasted away like a cannonball, but he did not die, because he had long since drunk a bottle of dragon blood, forcibly raising his own level to SS-minus. But what good was that? To this demon king, everything was futile.

"Tell me, if we get rid of Zhang孟凡 (Zhang Mengfan) first, will their spiritual pillar collapse?" Long Yan gazed at the battlefield on Zhang Mengfan's side and said indifferently.

Everyone said they hated seeing Leng Jian, and that seemed not to be false at all. Among the nuns of the Mount Emei sect, perhaps only Leng Jian was truly repulsive.

In the distance, a gentle breeze blew and wisps of dust drifted. There was nothing else; the ancient road was empty, devoid of figures and sound.

This person was no ordinary individual; his internal energy was extremely profound. Although there was not the slightest change on his face, his palms were already oozing cold sweat.

He seemed truly to have crawled out of hell. His tall, slender frame wore only a pair of shorts, and his pale, translucent, emaciated body was faintly trembling and twitching.

Meanwhile, Yuan Mingxuan, Sun Yuanhua, Chen Zitong, Zhou Tianyi, Hu Kun, and Ma Shiming all stood up simultaneously, cupping their fists to accept their orders, and expressed their firm resolve to make thorough preparations for the army's expedition.

Lin Feng smiled and then said, "I still do not know what business the fairy has in seeking me out."

"It seems you are not a fool after all!" The man laughed loudly. Shen Qiansan knowing his name made him feel immensely honored.