Chapter 028: Peachwood Is But Ordinary Wood
I prided myself on my strength, but it was hardly enough to behead a living corpse with a flat-ended peachwood ruler. I rummaged through my backpack and pulled out a fruit knife. Please don’t misunderstand—I only took out the fruit knife to reshape the peachwood ruler. I whittled one end into the likeness of a sword’s tip, turning it over in my hand and finding it satisfactory.
Glancing around, I noticed a spot to my left and behind that seemed...
Just like that, we were dragged back to reality. Only then did I remember I hadn’t booked an inn for Chen Yi, nor had I found Qiao Ye, who was wandering all over Lijiang. I’d promised Chen Yi to persuade him to give up his infatuation with Su Han and return to family life.
Those pampered officials were shivering uncontrollably in the cold, and curling themselves into a ball did nothing to help.
Bang! The water sphere crashed into his chest, sending his body flying backward to slam into a massive tree. The trunk, so thick two grown men couldn’t wrap their arms around it, snapped in half on impact. The red arrow of light he held slipped from his grip and shot skyward at an angle.
He Zishan nodded repeatedly. In truth, even without Wang Yang saying anything, he understood Wang Yang had taken a risk to come here.
Ying Luo shook her head. “No need—let him spread the word for us! What we ought to do now is find a suitable base for our development.” As she spoke, she took Xiluda’s hand, and the two of them vanished, tearing through space.
This demon slew everyone he met, asking no questions, showing no mercy. His actions seemed almost beyond his own control. Of course, such an explanation was only objectively true.
While Ling Xiao was busy investigating and setting up formations, Gu Feng, Chen Can, and Lian’er were hard at work mining spirit crystals.
Two days later, Lin Qihua proactively filed a lawsuit in court, accusing Lin Xinxin of colluding with outsiders during her tenure as CEO of Lin Group, embezzling company assets and abusing her power for personal gain.
“Impressive armor. I was going to cut off your arm, you know!” The familiar voice sounded again at her side. Ying Luo caught the broken steel sword in her left hand and looked down at Saber, who was struggling to rise from the ground.
“Yes, Second Young Master, I know my mistake!” Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads as they responded in unison.
Ye Mai’s heart trembled. Though he didn’t like what was being said, on reflection it made sense. If money alone could cure illness, that would mean the soul of traditional medicine was lost.
He spoke nothing but the truth. To keep Yun Cang in the dark—wasn’t that a kind of cruelty too? His heart twisted, and tightening his arms around her, he carried her downstairs.
Before he departed, his wife presented two items to a fisherman, asking him to deliver them to Emperor Song Ming, saying they were gifts from an old friend.
Looking at the person before her, who always veered off topic with every sentence, Han Shuang dismissed him with only a gentle word.
The next morning, Peng Jun’s phone rang. He answered, but whatever was said on the other end made him rush to Zi Xiao’s room without delay.
“It’s only right. Disaster is at our doorstep, and our ancient martial world must unite to overcome it. Only then can we prevent the darkness from taking advantage.” Tang Yu nodded in agreement.
But hearing these words, Long Jue’s gaze grew a touch more surprised as he looked at Han Shuang, who stood not far across from him.
He’d called for ages, but there was no response on the radio. Su Li’s expression darkened, and he turned to look at Wei Ziyu, whose brows were also furrowed.
A force intervened, and Yun Bingyan’s body lost all sense of weight. In the next instant, she landed securely in a warm, unyielding embrace.
Another faction continued to support Jiang Guangtou, since the Nationalist Government was still the recognized authority, with superior troop numbers and American-made equipment. Their chances of winning the war were considerable.