402: Chapter 402 A Million Essences of Life, Qin Wudao Returns

"Rich! So rich..."

Chu Sheng rubbed his hands together in excitement.

"One million Life Essences!"

Although this wasn't much for a swarm army numbering in the hundreds of thousands, one had to realize that this was merely his harvest from just a few hours!

"This trip was worth it!"

Chu Sheng glanced at the sky.

By now, the eastern horizon was already tinged with the pale white of dawn.

Although the wind and snow in the Northern Region showed no signs of abating...

Afterward, Zhou Yu's parents arrived at the hospital and broke into another bout of heartbreaking wails. Zhou's mother even insisted repeatedly that she would kill Shen Tingyu with her own hands to avenge Zhou Qi.

"What is happening? Why such panic?!" Accompanied by the loud cries of an infant, the Emperor of Yuntang paced back and forth anxiously.

After all, if that deputy director were truly pushed to the limit, he might actually do something completely unexpected.

In reality, the urban village was a chaotic mix of people from all walks of life, which made it easier for him to conceal his identity; this was the true reason Chen Feng was unwilling to move away.

Elder Cai could see that while he had the initial momentum, his stamina was lacking. If he were to compete with Xu Shao on endurance, he would undoubtedly lose, even if his internal energy were doubled. However, since the boy lacked sufficient strength, he decided to simply kill him now, so that the Wending Gang would have one less formidable rival in the martial arts world in the future.

The battle for the succession had ended; in the end, not only had Dong Yifeng suffered a crushing defeat, but even Dong Haitian had completely lost face.

The messenger let out a snicker. Just a few days ago, when faced with Sun Xiang's army of twenty thousand pressing the border and Tao Bei's force of thirty thousand about to arrive, who knew who had wilted like a frosted eggplant? Yet, after a single great victory, he was immediately back to acting like a fighting cock with its crest raised.

If Gu Fang was the grand strategist who devised plans, then Lu Chunzhi was the capable official who implemented and established political decrees.

"Do you wish to fight another round?" Mo Zilin floated above the desert, his gaze icy. His opponent was Ye Tianxun, which was entirely unexpected. The will of the artifact spirit had allowed Ye Tianxun to take Xie Qiliao's place, which meant that the former's threat level was likely no less than the latter's.

"If we can't win, what will happen to these five thousand Longxiang troops? If they are slaughtered by the demons, Father will surely be furious." A trace of worry appeared between Xuanyuan Ruoshuang's willow-leaf eyebrows.

Zhang He had been killed, and Yan Fei and the other five hated Gu Qing to the core. The six of them struck simultaneously, surrounding Gu Qing and attacking him once more.

Mo Bai reported the matter to the dean of Fengyuan Academy. The dean was not present, so he encountered her assistant, Yuan Ji, who immediately contacted the school's various experts, having them rush back from outside overnight.

"Sigh, for so many years, I refused to admit I was old. But now that I'm on the battlefield, I realize that I really am old; my body just can't hold up anymore." Zhuo Yingtian slowly sat on the ground, speaking with exhaustion, both physical and mental.

The bathroom was right next to the master bedroom. Once everything was prepared, Jin Shi'er went to call Lin Jingyi over.

Twenty minutes had already been spent watching the performance, leaving only thirty minutes remaining.

Dong Fei and the others were also confused. The sound seemed to come from behind them, but aside from Zhang Yong, who else could possess such an aura? Not to mention that Zhang Yong was severely injured, the voice itself was also different.

As a precaution, she stepped back slightly, her ten fingers continuously "gesturing" in the air with skillful and elegant movements.

"Dad... Mom... once I strike it rich, I will never gamble again..." Du Gui's mind was flooded with thoughts. Just then, the pressure from Zhang Hao's hand eased slightly, causing him to subconsciously lift his head and look toward the source of the voice.

The man looked very young; had she not known the professor's age beforehand, she would have mistaken him for someone her own age.

While the surrounding soldiers were all preparing for the impending battle, Zhao Yi walked to the city walls with the leisurely air of someone taking a stroll, then ascended to look out toward the west.

He had weathered countless storms throughout his life, yet as he gazed at the moon appearing early in the evening—shrouded in an eerie, hairy haze—that sense of unease only grew stronger.