Chapter 37: Entering the Mountains Again, the Truth Behind Zhou Lianshun's Death

Mountain Defense and Bandit Suppression Joint Task Force? Task Force Commander?

Qin Feng hesitated as he listened to this string of titles. It seemed the higher-ups truly attached great importance to this matter, to the point of specifically establishing such a task force.

Seeing Qin Feng remain silent, Lin Gaoyuan grew anxious and laid his cards on the table. "To be frank, our team’s intention is to directly recruit you into our..."

It was not that they were cowardly or lacked loyalty, but if they did not flee, they would likely meet their end right there on the spot.

From the end of winter in the thirteenth year of Mingxing to the summer solstice of the fourteenth year, the Xuan family suffered losses amounting to several thousand taels of gold.

Standard military forces consist primarily of Tier 4 and Tier 5 units, which are significantly more powerful than the average player, whose forces are typically comprised of spearmen and archers led by swordsmen.

Because the essence of the sunlight was more abundant, he emerged first—what we would call "well-nourished" nowadays. The Six-Eared Macaque, however, received less moonlight essence and was not as well-nourished, which is why he emerged much later.

Fortunately, he had joined a battle squad, and after many days of formal training, his strength had increased considerably.

At Elder Mei’s command, the slaves drew their weapons and tools, creating a chaotic din. They chose a rainy night for the operation because the elder of the Mei family had learned that the new rifles from Ryukyu were severely hampered by rain, and heavy artillery could not be deployed in such weather. That was why they had agreed upon this timing.

Spurred on by the peddling cultivators, the merchants and cultivators began to attack Xu Le frantically, all of them—no matter which faction they belonged to—determined to force Xu Le to pay compensation.

Chen Yi could only offer a wry smile. He had expected a reward of at least eight hundred to a thousand units, or at the very least, a meal as a gesture of gratitude; he had not expected to receive only a piece of paper and a silk banner.

Seeing the White Shadow in such a frail and wretched state, Hao Yu found himself unsure of how to proceed. After much hesitation, he ultimately refrained from killing it. After feeding the Winged One a few healing pills, Hao Yu simply moved it to a large tree by the roadside, propped it up against the trunk, shook his head, and darted off into the distance.

Although this was their first meeting, An Xin could not explain why she felt such an immediate aversion to Du Fei, especially given his lecherous gaze, which made her feel suffocated.

With a roar, he struck out with his palm, sending a surging torrent of demonic energy straight toward the Curse Saint. In his fury, he disregarded Haotian for the moment, determined to defeat the Curse Saint first.

Though they did not understand what was happening, upon hearing her words, Rosa and the others felt like cursing out loud.

"If you dare to utter another word of nonsense, I will make you regret it, believe me," Ye Qingcheng said, glaring at Luo Yonghao, who still wore a look of blatant arrogance.

At a distance of fifty meters, the wind whipped Zhang Kuang’s long robes, making them snap loudly, while the iron chains beneath his feet shook violently, as if impatient to cast off the man standing upon them.

The youth in the blood-colored robe laughed heartily, kicked off, and flew several hundred meters to land on another flying demonic beast, where he continued his mockery.

A fair figure appeared before his eyes. Even within the clear hot spring, Jiang Yuan’s sharp gaze could see it with perfect clarity.

Though I walked away with a carefree air, once I turned the corner, I could no longer hold it together. I slumped against the wall and slid to the ground; I was so exhausted that I could not bring myself to take another step.

Xiao Han’s situation, by contrast, was rather awkward. She had been squeezed to the back of the line, with over three thousand clansmen ahead of her.

"I’m really fine. It’s getting late, I’m going upstairs to sleep." Lin Bufan finished his sentence and climbed up to his room, but as he lay in bed tossing and turning, he simply could not fall asleep.