Chapter 52: Plundering the Deficient to Enrich the Abundant

Just before the turn of the year from the 28th to the 29th of the Guarding Heaven Era, by the banks of the Ling River, Wu Fei, riding a dragon-horse named Daisy, looked through his binoculars across the rolling waters at the dense, shadow-shrouded jungles on the opposite shore. Restraining his soldiers who were burning with fiery eagerness to charge across and carve out military honors, he said, "This is not the time to cross the river. We will stay on the northern side."

Even as Wu Fei observed, a giant python in the southern reaches of the river gazed at Wu Fei's troop, before gliding into the water and parting an undercurrent amidst the churning waves.

Drop pods continually fell from the sky across various locations. Yang Chong watched with his own eyes as numerous drop pods exploded, several even crashing into cliff faces and detonating along with the men inside. Yet, guided by signals, many more of his comrades successfully landed and joined the advancing forces assaulting the stronghold ahead.

At this thought, Zekin himself felt somewhat startled, never expecting that a casual stroll would lead him to a madman who practiced both magic and magical artifact forging—and had achieved remarkable success in both. Zekin also aspired to be such a person.

However, Li Chendian held the advantage of age after all, and coupled with his regular practice, it was no easy task to defeat him lightly.

Just as the crowd was buzzing with speculation over who would ultimately become the city lord, the Yang family made a high-profile entry into the City Lord's Mansion.

"Spare my life, Your Majesty! Spare my life! I'm merely working for someone else!" Mistress Wu blanched and cried out.

The others remained silent. Chief Inspector Reeve had always dealt strictly with facts, and expenses were the only thing he truly cared about, which was why he failed to take the current mood of the Potato Mercenary Corps into much consideration.

Mo Xi was instantly dumbfounded. What—what kind of nervous breakdown was he having? She had been speaking to him perfectly well, so why did he suddenly turn around and heap a torrent of abuse upon her?

Fied had already sensed Gredos's intention—executing Robin would boost military morale, while the person who executed Robin with their own hands would gain immense prestige. It went without saying who that suitable person was.

In stark contrast to the cage-like atmosphere, the area where the three spirits resided was filled with endless clamor. Unlike the gloomy depression here, it was an entirely different world.

"This—I'm afraid that wouldn't be appropriate. I still wish to follow Master Lian and continue my cultivation," Du Meng tactfully declined Fourth Master Liu.

Yet this was precisely the difference between her and Mimi. When her longing reached boiling point, Mimi would make Liu Lu drop all his work and return to keep her company, whereas she kept on enduring. Every time, she would simply instruct Liu Lu to take good care of himself while she obediently waited for him to return in Modu. If he did not come, she would go nowhere.

Looking into those empty, silver-tinged eyes, Jin Yu could not help feeling a bit strange. She glanced sideways at the brat beside her who likewise dared not move and looked extremely nervous, then silently had Nether Silence wipe her face all over.

He had indeed seen people with this kind of bearing before; they were invariably vigorous and powerful high-ranking officials and nobles. The youth before him was merely an unemployed vagrant without any background—where on earth did this confidence and overbearing aura come from?

"Hahaha." Hearing his old friends' indignant tones, Mushan Teng did not refute them. After all, facts were facts; who could blame him for having such a lucky grandson?

The contents had also been altered by him. Back then, in order to hoodwink Uchiha Madara, Black Zetsu had invested heavily, fabricating a scheme that could deceive even Madara himself. In truth, a portion of the text on the stone tablet had been wiped away by Black Zetsu.

Although choosing this name meant he was somewhat taking advantage of others—especially since people with heavy regional accents easily pronounced "jungler" as "your uncle"—under the present circumstances, hearing this "uncle" shouted out made Liu Han's kidneys ache slightly.

This pure style and storyline of unyielding passion and never-say-die spirit allowed Stephen Chow to resonate more deeply and immerse himself in it.

Kaysha believed that with her beauty, when she offered such a condition, what man would not wish to agree? There were no angels of low physical attractiveness, let alone the supreme commander of the angels. To be rejected in such a matter left Kaysha feeling profoundly aggrieved, and she felt as though she had been looked down upon.