Chapter 46: Promotion and Raise

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a lesson for those Italian cowards on the front lines. Yet unexpectedly, this command of his, delivered almost by accident, turned out to be remarkably wise.

Setting aside the layers of seals on the bronze chariot, even without them, Chen Meng was no longer a cultivator—merely an innate expert, and at best could only be called a martial artist.

Once the communications system was cut off, it was as if the entire group at Lianyun City had been sealed up on Mount Emei; anything that happened outside the mountain would be nearly impossible for them to know—or rather, they would know nothing at all.

"What is the meaning of this? I already possess the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao—how can I still be subject to the will of others?" The Guide was shocked.

In that instant, the space around them trembled violently, and all eyes turned to Feng Lin.

Had Feng Lin not used that last sentence as a threat, Bai Cai would never have pointed out who had bullied her before.

"Bao Zheng, is it? My parents have mentioned this name to me. He’s considered an exemplary and upright official in your lands, but I've never had the chance to meet him," Gu Changqing said.

Another guard, hearing what his companion said, reacted in the same way as the one clad in purple-black armor on horseback, standing close to the Swordmaster—the same shift in expression.

Immediately after, the British fleet, with the Royal Ark aircraft carrier, scrambled another twenty torpedo bombers.

"I know everything," Jin Chong said. He constantly kept track of Qin Tian’s movements, sending out magpies in secret who reported back every day, even about his daily routines and pleasures.

"First question: Where are Yamaguchi and his men? No diversions, just answer me," Wu Daxia demanded.

Wu Daxia carefully recalled the events of last night—the battle of wits and courage with Old Coffinwood, and later retrieving the method from Uncle Jiu to remove the corpse poison from Master Ren.

Though these creatures were only about three meters tall, their true menace lay in their strength and stealth.

Thinking of this, Song Jingshu knew she could not just sit and wait for death; she had to act immediately.

These wolves typically weighed seventy to eighty jin—quite a burden for ordinary people to wield as heavy weapons, but for masters of the Transforming Force, it was hardly anything.

Wei Yashi had once worked at her own bar, and after one drunken night, had ended up in bed with her.

Sheep were valuable in every part—their wool, endless to harvest, their meat to eat, and only a dog was needed to manage faith without limits. "Faith?" Wu Fei mused, glancing up at the sky. In the Three Realms, only the Buddhist world preached morality yet had never helped mortals—not even a little. Could this be the way of the Buddhist realm?

When the children were dragged up, cleaned, those who’d drunk the reagent—zombies—felt groggy and lacked the strength to control the kids, so they simply stuffed them into nearby houses at random.

Although Song Jingshu believed her method could kill the bugs, in the time that Madam Duan went to the fields, Shuniang herself could not remain idle.

Elsewhere, after sending Mecha another five yuan, she began taking photos with her phone, capturing scenes of Yuan Yuan and Ishida interacting.

"That’s perfect. Now you know about our Dragon Palace—it looks impressive, but in reality, we have too few resources for cultivation. So I hope to make some deals with the Song Dynasty government to acquire resources from them."

The most hot-tempered one, who valued faith above all else, even wanted to use the family’s wind priestess as a tool for a political marriage, offering her to the utterly depraved Kanako Yasaka. Unable to tolerate any more, she waved her arm, sending a colossal pillar—neither gold nor iron, but incomparably hard—hurtling toward Hijiri Byakuren.

Despite being utterly defeated by me, for some reason, Goenitz seemed delighted, laughing heartily behind me—not with hysteria or madness, but with genuine joy.

In contrast, in China at the time, it was common to simply grab a few able-bodied men off the street or from the fields, tie them up, and drag them into the army to become soldiers.

"General, this is a direct order from Lord Mekanshu." A demon, six meters tall, with a human torso and a serpent’s tail, six arms, slithered forward. Despite the searing flames around the flame demon, they seemed to have no effect on the six-armed serpent demon.

Meanwhile, in Torbana, a scene of extraordinary prosperity unfolded.

During his observations, the primordial serpent god saw a streak of light materialize out of thin air, bathing together with a three-headed wolf in a column of light—then both vanished at once.

Betrayed by Karen, he deliberately fell into a "trap" to obtain the virus-inhibiting serum and injected it before Elizabeth, inciting the Manhattan biochemical frenzy.

Chen Chen had Xingchen serve as the central brain, harnessing algorithms and theoretical technology from his previous life, drawing upon the vast power of mature distributed computing to accomplish this feat.

"Fourth Master, hasn’t this gotten out of hand?" The Golden Mink’s assistant asked nervously in a low voice. Golden Mink gave a subtle look, and the assistant immediately understood, falling silent.

Qin Lang’s gaze was fierce. He suddenly threw a punch, unleashing five spinning wind spheres, forcefully driving everyone back.

Afraid of being noticed by outsiders, he dared not use his strength, which allowed Xia’s mother to succeed.

At the mouth of the volcano, the massive head of the lava elemental, bored, idly gnawed at the volcanic rocks.