Volume 1, Chapter 23: Upgrading the Abyssal Wand, The Blood Wolf Mercenary Group!

Before long, a blazing fire rose in the backyard. Accompanied by the steady, resonant rhythmic sounds of forging, the scene was truly spectacular. It must be understood that blacksmiths, alchemists, and enchanters are all highly sought after. In fact, high-level support professionals are even scarcer than combat professionals. In the entire Jiang City, there might be nearly a hundred gold-ranked combat professionals, but those in support roles who reach the gold rank are likely no more than twenty.

"Boom!" In an instant, a dazzling golden radiance shot into the sky, illuminating the surroundings. "Little brother, the effect of this finished product is even more outstanding than expected!" Seeing this, Lin Yi stood up in excitement. Success! Kong Yuan was all smiles.

Xia Yu Cheng, who had been struggling to stay awake, finally succumbed to exhaustion and drifted into a dream. Only then did Feng Hao fall into a peaceful sleep. Meanwhile, in the largest restaurant in Fengyin City, inside a luxurious room, a middle-aged man dressed in fine robes, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked sharply out the window.

At the Celestial rank, one’s connection with the heavens becomes much stronger. Now, Zhuo Yu could sense the movements of the clouds and winds. Naked, he had spent several days sunning himself on the star disk, his skin having darkened a bit, and it was then that he suddenly remembered those jade slips.

"Your cultivation is far from sufficient. Speak: with your level of strength, how did you end up in a secret realm of the Immortal World?" After lifting the frail man up by his collar, Mo Wuji asked coldly.

She thought for a moment and stopped resisting. Shifting her body to find a comfortable position, she closed her eyes in his warm embrace.

Putting away the Soul Pearl, Chen Tian began to sit in meditation to cultivate. What he recited was still the cultivation mantra for dark-attribute battle energy, rather than the fake version.

In the center of the island stood the residences of the five island masters. It was vast, with many guards patrolling inside, and entering required notification. Zhuo Yu was now stuck on the path.

How could anyone silently abduct a spirit beast that had lived for hundreds of years? Even for Liu Yusheng, doing such a thing would not be easy. Could it be that there was another Spirit Master in this world?

Hao Ran’s survival in the dangerous profession of a hitman relied not just on his superb swordsmanship; his intuition for danger was the secret weapon that had helped him escape death many times. He was certain that this ominous feeling was not groundless and must have its cause.

Zhou Liang’s body stiffened, then went rigid. Leaving behind these words that only Xu Zheng could hear, he stared with wide eyes, his breathing ceased. Yet, the hand that tightly gripped Xu Zheng’s arm did not loosen; instead, it tightened further, showing just how deep his hatred ran.

Years ago, she had questioned Elder Fang in the same way, but the final result was being cast out of the Fang family by her own biological father.

The patterns engraved on his Green Wood Seal were based on the Imperial Seals passed down through ancient texts.

In truth, Chen Tao had only said it offhandedly that day. He mainly wanted to spend more time with Zhao Luyao, and buying her a few outfits wouldn't have been a bad idea.

Xia Yu had no way back. Failing to achieve excellent results in this new recruit assessment meant he would be sent away from the military.

However, the journey was bumpy; the wooden planks were hard and cold, without even a mattress, and with her hands and feet bound, she was incredibly uncomfortable.

"Good, very good!" Jiang Yiren wanted to target him, but found he could not come up with any reason to do so.

"What is wrong with my appearance? Am I not beautiful..." I shouted, only realizing toward the end of my outburst that I didn't even know if this face was beautiful or not.

Then, the giant bear drove away all the fierce beasts in the vicinity. It slowly turned around and began to walk toward Xia Xun and Linglong.

Moreover, Ye Bingning knew her taunts would eventually invite an attack, so she had already made preparations.

Lei Ming felt happy for Brother Lin and was also filled with pride to have such a powerful older brother.

As for higher-level S-rank agents, they did not require assessment; their experience was already so extensive that they could handle tasks entirely on their own.

Weekends were slightly better, with less overtime. I hope I can adjust my schedule to update daily at dawn.

Long Jie, who had a broken arm and internal injuries to his organs, stood by to watch the battle. No one had expected Qian Qian to wake up at such a time.

"For Xia Xun to curry favor with King Yangxuan like this, could it be that he recognizes his current predicament and hopes to gain the protection of the Xuanyu Kingdom through this?" People around could not help but speculate.

One by one, they leaped into the sky. Suddenly, dozens of shimmering golden blades surrounded Lin Ming from every direction.

"Fine, you wait there, I'm coming right now!" Having said that, Yue Qi scrambled to the street, waved down a taxi, and urged the driver to head to Guangfu Road as if his life depended on it.

"Cough, cough, that is indeed the truth," a late-stage Sword Spirit expert who had remained silent until now finally spoke.

It contained a detailed account of how this group planned their levels and how they exploited the escalating conflict between themselves and Peter to profit as the third party.

The Republic Kingdom was originally divided into the Republican Army and the Awakened Intelligence factions. Lei Ke acted as a mediator, often finding himself caught in the middle, rushing to put out fires as the two factions vied for dominance.

To break the stalemate on the battlefield, William ordered his elite Norman knights to move out. Upon receiving the King’s order, this brave Sicilian nobleman shouted loudly, leading two hundred heavy cavalrymen in a flanking maneuver to the right.

This move made the Japanese troops stationed in Jiujiang County extremely nervous—after all, their main force was still far away, and the garrison force consisted of only a single battalion. If a battle broke out, they definitely would not come out on top.

The group looked at one another, saying nothing. In fact, Bi Jing’s words made sense; this system did not seem to operate by logic, and the situation he described was not impossible.

Although Zhou Fangjie had been a passionate young student before entering the Whampoa Military Academy, he did not believe that hastily recruiting student soldiers on this battlefield could compensate for the shortage of officers.

The Southern Yan army was pressing against the borders, and Baijiang City was in imminent danger. The Marquis who guarded the nation was holding the line with his troops, but it was unclear how much longer they could withstand the Southern Yan offensive.