Chapter 135: You Must Not Act Rashly

Wen Yueche had been waiting in his room the entire time; he had no desire to feign interest in their idle chatter. He had merely greeted Wen Xiujie before retreating.

They were all familiar with his temperament and thought little of it; in fact, his absence made it easier for them to speak freely.

Wen Yueche walked into the hall while still talking, offering no announcement and bowing to no one.

"So this is my younger brother," Wen Yueqing thought to himself, "we truly look so much alike."

"Father." Qiong Ke gazed calmly at Baron Lack, who looked disheveled after the fierce battle. He patted his horse and called out with a hint of hesitation.

Yi did not take matters of romance to heart, so she stared at Nan Zhouchen quite naturally, her expression devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Lu Shaoxi sensed a faint, terrible storm brewing in the near future for the Dragon Xia Kingdom. For now, he was shielded by his godfather, Dean Xia, and remained untouched, but Lu Shaoxi had a premonition that he would eventually have to face Marshal Yan.

"…Well? Will he really be paralyzed?" Seeing the look on Lu Shaoxi’s face, Cai Ge’s heart sank, but he still couldn't help but ask.

After being stopped for the umpteenth time by people wanting to confirm the news and shower her with congratulations while she was washing vegetables by the creek, Su Su finally couldn't help but feel a twitch in her brow.

The Immaculate Immortal Armor vanished in a flash, leaving behind a patterned imprint of the armor on his chest.

This actually made Yi admire the man’s courage and audacity, as well as that reckless, indomitable spirit of his.

"No, if you charge in like that, it will be seen as an act on behalf of our sect, which will bring trouble upon the Thousand Mountains Sect! I cannot let you go! Besides, Master gave orders that you must listen to me," Zhou Lin said, grabbing Tang Yu and speaking loudly.

Qin Feng was not pleased. You look down on me? Fine, I shall let you witness this young master’s comprehensive, multifaceted strategy to annihilate the Xiongnu.

One must realize that the power Ning Jiang currently possessed was only at the Supreme Heaven stage. Theoretically, he should have been evenly matched with him, yet he couldn't even withstand a single punch from Ning Jiang.

Before long, the magnificent gates of the Heavenly Dragon Temple swung wide. Led by Ben Yin, over a hundred monks draped in cassocks walked out slowly.

Consequently, their admiration and loyalty toward Murong Qingran swelled like a surging river, impossible to stem.

Yierte said heartlessly. He had always yearned for such mysterious powers, and without caring about what Alan had endured, he slapped Alan on the back.

Ye Yu’s body shuddered once more. Mo Yan didn't need an answer; he already understood what Ye Yu meant. Clearly, he recognized him.

"Who delivered my file back then? Into whose hands was it placed? Do you remember the circumstances of that time?" Lu Renjia thought for a moment before asking.

"We can't keep this child. Let’s go to the hospital and have it removed," Qin Lang said, reaching for her hand.

Xuan Yuanche raised an eyebrow slightly, a subtle hint of triumph curling his lips as he nodded. "Send her in."

Following that, with the construction of Farview Town, the territory’s population increased nearly tenfold, and with the development of waterway projects and mines, the prosperity of the territory finally reached 1,500.

The tremors in the ground grew stronger, eventually escalating into violent shaking, to the point where Mask could no longer lie steadily upon the statue of the old dragon.

Seeing such a catastrophe befall his organization—with two Patriarchs dead, members being harvested like wheat, and even secret strongholds destroyed—Kirilenko, as the source of this affair (at least in his own mind), certainly would not sit idly by.

This time, as she packed her things to flee, she dumped the entire box of items into her bundle and carried it out.

Jiang Sheng curled his lip. If not for the sake of cultivation resources and increasing his capital to marry Ji Mingyue, he would have truly wanted to wash his hands of the whole affair and leave.

To put it bluntly: while Wu Yue’s compromise to provide support today looked like an agreement, it was more akin to tossing a beggar a few scraps just to keep him quiet. If the trouble continued, Wu Yue wouldn't care about a few dozen students; it would cost him nothing more than a price he was willing to pay.