18 Containing Warmth

Once this order was established, personnel from all areas were quickly mobilized, yet over seventy percent of the labor was still devoted to foraging for food.

“Commander, what should we do now?” The squad leader of the guards couldn’t help but ask, noticing Feng Lang’s strange expression.

Hesitating, Wang Chongyang was puzzled, having barely paid attention during this lesson, his gaze occasionally drifting down toward Lan Xinjie’s textbook.

Lin Yue felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do. After all, a few hundred people had suddenly been added at once, and their numbers continued to grow, yet no corresponding supplies were provided. Naturally, conflicts arose one after another.

After speaking, Cai Yong bent down and bowed deeply to Wei Zhongdao, expressing his apologies.

Moreover, after just hearing him say, “This is true love,” Bai Xuan looked at the ribs on his plate and suddenly found it hard to swallow.

Sun Tianwei looked at Mao Liu, pointed at him, and said, “Hey, this kid is my younger brother. What are you trying to do?” Then he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, shoved one into his mouth, and lit it.

Having secured such a powerful teammate, Bai Xuan was truly happy for Li Cangyu—and also for himself.

When I ran far away, Zhang Mengfei called me. I answered but said nothing. My mind was consumed only with Han Rong, wondering why she had changed like this.

Among the eighteen factions, nine were at the Saint Martial Fourth Realm, while the remaining nine were all Supreme Saints. Each faction varied in size to some extent.

After hanging up, Boss Su’s face darkened. The only reason he had helped Shi Zhengjie was because he worried that Xiao Bohan’s growing influence would become too overwhelming. If Xiao Bohan were to defeat Shi Zhengjie again, his reputation in Liulin City would become even more formidable, and he couldn’t let that happen.

Old Gao shook his head and sneered, “The Wang family has no need to flatter me! What they want is to protect that one!” He pointed to a disciple in a green training robe walking off the arena, also a member of the Wang family, with a powerful name: King.

As dusk fell, candles were lit in the back hall of the Luo Du tax office. Liao Daheng, the Sichuan governor who had just met Wang Xingjian and Zhao Ronggui, hurried in to report the meeting to Zhu Pingjin.

Because Fan Jing had already instructed that she would come after bathing, Fan Bing didn’t rush home but waited outside Li Xiang’s dormitory.

No one responded. He clenched his teeth and leapt over the snake’s body, only to be noticed by the white python, which twisted its body, intent on crushing him within its coils.

With fists shaking the air, he unleashed his strongest power, determined to crush Su Zheng beneath his blows.

At the same time, both gained a new understanding of each other, recognizing that their opponent’s ability to handle awkward situations far exceeded expectations—a formidable rival! At least, Han Yanhe thought so.

After lingering for half an hour, Cheng Lingyu pulled Miao Sanxu along, and the two continued toward the Painting Academy, located in the northern part of the city.

Hong Xiu hurriedly put on her clothes, while Cheng Lingyu wore a puzzled expression, unable to understand her panic.

Putting oneself in another’s shoes, if his son were killed, he would probably be even more frenzied than Old Eternal.

Those around quickly brought him clothes to wear, binding his hair as well. Chilian Xiao felt he had never suffered such humiliation. He ordered his men to reinforce the barrier and to search all around for Xuan Hao.

Before he finished speaking, Yu Shang looked again and found herself outside the pearl. She glanced around and saw a bright room surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, with lush green bamboo outside.

Yet, just as Zhang Delin was fantasizing about the scene of Li Tianchen being beaten, his smug artifact suddenly froze.

The girl named Zi Rou looked displeased at how he fawned over Jiang Ni, but dared not act out since the others held equal or higher status.

“Zhang Changshou, Situ Zhantian, Qin Wudao, it’s your turn.” Retracting his gaze from the three Zheng brothers, the young envoy turned with interest toward Situ Zhantian and the others.

In fact, when Lin Shunan hurried back to Nanlinzhou City, the city’s lord, Lin Shunzhen, remained remarkably calm instead of angry.

Lin Xuanzhong had seen similar scenes before. Initially, the three bandit leaders who had stopped him came with hundreds of followers, a far grander display than now. Though only a few stood before him this time, and their overall strength was respectable, Lin Xuanzhong’s fear was not as intense as it once was.

Perhaps their early-stage power was comparable to that of the primordial natives, or even inferior to their naturally robust bodies.

Some gossipmongers boldly speculated whether Emperor Qin Tian intended to bring the Four Golden Flowers into his harem.

A man’s forehead was sweating; Fu Wen gently raised her hand to wipe it away. Along the way, Fu Wen kept a close watch on his face, afraid to miss a single drop.

Ordinary humans gaining a dragon vein was the beginning of breaking free from the constraints of short-lived species. As they gradually evolved into dragonmen, they could even enter the ranks of the long-lived.

Qinzhou was the weakest among the Northern Five States, with no particularly powerful factions worth associating with. Such a banquet was purely a waste of time, better to skip it altogether.