Chapter 171 Incitement to Defect

The two divine beasts collided heavily, and a massive aura instantly swept across the surroundings. This was merely a tentative clash before both sides began trading blows, neither willing to yield.

Under such circumstances, when his parents ultimately sacrificed their lives, they left him with hardly any inheritance to speak of.

Fan Zeng inwardly cursed Wu Guang, first for failing to recognize true talent, and second for his indecisiveness and failure to silence him in a timely manner.

Even if it were the Bright Sorcerer Invincible, hailed as the foremost sorcerer in the world, his master would still be powerless to cast a soul-calling or soul-returning technique over such a vast distance.

The mechanism on the puppet's left arm whirred, and several snow-white blades smeared with colorless, deadly poison shot forth.

Wu Feiyan gritted her teeth. "I can't take this anymore—*smack*!" She slapped Feng Jinglan right on the forehead. "Empress Mother loves Lan-er the most, forever loves Lan-er!" With that, she struck him a few more times.

From then on, he had contact with members of the Truth Society during numerous operations and cooperated closely with them. In 1825, when the Truth Society encountered him in a forest in the eastern part of the empire, [Data Redacted] issued an invitation to him. After a brief inquiry, Hyatt agreed to join the Truth Society in exchange for assistance with his hunting.

All sorts of thoughts suddenly arose in everyone's mind; even those who had originally intended to defect to Lei Sanqian or Sun Zheng began to waver.

Amaterasu in her wildest dreams would never have imagined she would be carried around like a beast of burden, which also made her realize that her future life would be shrouded in utter darkness.

Behind the bar at the very front, a cold-faced middle-aged man waved his hands up and down, mixing drinks of a kind he had never seen before.

As he spoke, my old man let out several heavy sighs. Just as my father and mother were about to take me away, I suddenly felt a chill come over me, and it flashed through my mind that one of my pieces of clothing was still left in Granny Mu's room. I hurriedly told my father and mother.

The soldier cupped his fist and acknowledged the order. Qin Qiong held a tiger-head gold-inlaid spear in his hand, straddling a yellow-dapple dragon-boned steed. Before him stood a military camp; because it was on the frontline, although the area was not large, it actually housed a garrison of ten,000 men.

At that moment, Feng Lin gently moved his back. During the earlier battle, he had been slashed by an expert in the Blood-Navigating Realm, and it was hurting terribly now.

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After a while, Guanyin finished speaking. If not for the perspective-enabled brick that allowed Tang Zeng to feast his eyes, he would have nearly fallen asleep listening.

Just at that moment, Jin Qilin saw that after the men from the Tiger-Slaying Gang arrived, all of his own men had fallen. It looked as though they were about to be surrounded in the center by the Tiger-Slaying Gang and the Mount Hua Sect.

The sarcasm in the tone was glaringly obvious. Luo Cheng could not help flying into a great rage, shouting fiercely, "Could it be that you actually intend to fight two against one?" The young man suddenly smiled, nodded at Yang Lin, and Yang Lin cast a cold glance at Luo Cheng, which was filled with mockery.

Feng Lin's mood began to sink. Wasn't this just the kind of trope frequently written about on the internet? He was merely a piece of data in someone else's world.

Now, whenever anyone mentioned fruit, Feng Lin would think of the world, because this world was itself a fruit.

Though it might not be enough to scan the entirety of Suzhou, monitoring Chu Qianjia's brainwaves shouldn't present too much of a problem.

By the end of the massacre, the wills of the Yiluo and Sushen people had completely collapsed. Many simply stood there waiting passively for death. Of the more than 50,000 allied troops of the Yiluo and Sushen, fewer than a thousand managed to escape in the end.

The bright moon hung high in the night sky, casting a crescent glow, whereas the moon over the northern frontier's night sky was obscured by dark clouds, hazy and indistinct to the sight.

Zes followed behind the main force, and after walking for a short while, they emerged from the pitch-black forest, revealing a stretch of flat ground before them.

"A-Xun, are you now... um... are you still..." Xiao Yan struggled to piece his words together, unsure of how to broach the question. Before he could finish, however, Xiao Xun cut him off flatly.

Zhu Yan and Chunrou were sitting on the sofa watching television. Hearing the door click open, they turned their heads. Seeing it was me, they were stunned for a split second before both scampered over. One took the groceries from my hands while the other fetched my slippers, leaving me utterly bewildered.

"Sect Master!" Someone shouted the first cry, and then the others joined in. Fortunately, when this mysterious base was built, its soundproofing was top-notch; otherwise, these people's voices would have startled the other 531 soldiers thousands of meters away.

Listening to everyone exclaiming in admiration that "even the horses of our Han people know not to harm Han people," Wei Changfeng had already resolved to try riding this horse first. If its speed proved acceptable, he would not bother switching to another mount.

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Situ Rui felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He swallowed hard and turned his head mechanically, asking, "Did you say she is Ji Jiuer?" That same Ji Jiuer whom Jiang Hao had been searching for relentlessly day and night?

This grand tent covered an immense area, more than twice the size of Wei Changfeng's. All four walls inside were hung with various animal pelts, and the table in the very center was made of crude timber—sturdy and massive, yet exceptionally rough in workmanship, suggesting the Xiongnu artisans possessed rather low skill levels.

Good grief! As a warrior, you dropped your rifle, and what's more, you lost it while running—such a disgraceful act. At least I put its discarded waste to good use.

Tezuka paused slightly, then nodded to his parents and stood up to welcome Fuji. Ying-yi had also wanted to go, but ultimately lacked the courage to rise under the watchful gaze of Tezuka's mother. A moment later, Tezuka walked in with Fuji.

Although she didn't care much about her attire, in the eyes of mortals, going out dressed like this would surely invite mockery.

That Gu poison was dormant; Wan Changde also had it in his body, and he knew that even being infected with the Gu poison posed no major hazard.

"To proclaim the legitimacy of your rightful place, this subject earnestly implores Your Highness to claim the throne!" Seeing Gou Ji regain his composure, Liu Zao's expression turned serious once more as he looked deep into Gou Ji's eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Ying-yi raised an eyebrow and looked down, greeted by a pale face and shattered shards of glass. Dried blood was caked tightly across her features, giving her a somewhat eerie appearance.

"Buy it, buy it. Whatever you like matters more than anything else." Anyway, even if she told him not to buy it, this guy would do it anyway, so Chu Yue stopped trying to dissuade him.

This was written in a geography magazine I bought before coming to Canada, and the city I arrived in was called Calgary, referred to locally as Cowtown.