Chapter 152: Skunked? No Skunking Here!

"Little Cicada, is your grandfather's house around here too?"
"Yeah, do you see that village? Right over there!"
Wen Zhixia pointed with her small hand, and Chen Shi'an looked in the direction she indicated, seeing a village nestled among the rural country roads of the fields.
As they neared their destination, Chen Shi'an had already spotted a large reservoir not far from the village. It was quite vast, its surface sparkling in the autumn afternoon sunlight.
"Taoist priest, do you think my dad and grandpa are already fish—"
He slouched back to the company, where colleagues waiting for a good show were gathered around the front desk holding cups of coffee and killing time, looking at him with curious expressions as they spoke.
The two brothers stuffed their cheeks, shoving food desperately into their bellies as if they were swallowing it straight down without even chewing.
Zhao Sizheng felt deeply troubled. If it were a matter of martial brotherhood and chivalry, no cause was unworthy; but since this concerned affairs of state, he could not rush in blindly.
A pile of damp sand was spread across the ground, and Big Orange, who had somehow broken out of confinement and escaped, looked on with brightened eyes.
Atop the massive body of the Archaeopteryx sat a bird's head with a remarkably large beak, which was bobbing up and down at that very moment.
Receiving the subtle, suggestive glance from the master, AI Yaying knew that the First Mistress was still unaware of her presence in the Anle Hall.
Though the Taoism of the current era was not at its peak, it was still widespread. The arts of alchemy and the Cauldron had their own separate paths; no one school depended entirely upon another. Thus, Monk Liaoyin held this doubt.
Zhu Chongba walked straight up to the main camp of Zhao Junyong. The general commanding the guards and troops there was none other than an old acquaintance of theirs, the heroic Mao Gui of the Xuzhou Red Turbans.
Over these past years, rebellions had erupted one after another. Wherever the Yuan army passed, they left only scorched earth, slaughtering indiscriminately regardless of innocence just to claim military merit.
Naturally, those who had long been green with envy over the rise of the Xia State and were agonizingly searching for an excuse to pick a fight would not let such a golden opportunity slip by. They raised their voices one after another to fiercely denounce and accuse the Xia State.
Hoffmann looked toward the blue humanoid figure made of fire. In this spatial realm, it was utterly impossible to read the other's mind from their expression, as the fiery figure possessed no facial features whatsoever and was composed entirely of flames. Therefore, he had no way of knowing what kind of smug expression that fellow wore at this moment.
Sighing words slowly echoed and dissipated within the empty plaza. Yet in this suspended realm surrounded by utter darkness, save for the demonic beast statue with its faintly glowing dark red eyes, there was no one else to hear them.
Having uttered these righteous and stirring words, Madam Li put away the short black rod in her hand. Without a doubt, it must have been a simple recording device. She wanted to kill the two of them and would simply fabricate a trivial excuse to do so—yet a mere excuse like that would be enough to silence the academy.
The standing battalion commander looked toward the distance at the corpse of Commander Sun. In his ears, from below the mountain outside the cave, came a flurry of chaotic gunfire. The sound of the gunfire persisted for less than half a minute before gradually dying away.
As one of the landmark buildings within the core inner three rings of Taixuan City, the headquarters of the Flame Spirit Tower—the most magnificent spiritual pavilion in Taixuan City, Xuanzhou—was established right here.
The crowd shook their heads one after another, seemingly unaware of what kind of ore this might be. Present were experienced miners who were well-versed in all manner of minerals, yet even they did not recognize it, which meant this ore was undoubtedly extraordinary.
Upon hearing this, Li Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, then exercised his God-Tier Tycoon viewing privilege to check the price offered by Cheng Tian Entertainment. Two seconds later, the privilege feedback reached him.
The Myriad-Mile Lotus Pond was vast indeed, though it certainly could not measure up to ten thousand miles—the word "myriad" was merely a hyperbolic figure of speech. However, in terms of sheer beauty, it was unquestionably worthy of being ranked as one of the Seven Scenes of Taixu.
Driving various secret techniques, Su Ran pushed his combat power to the absolute limit. He threw a punch with identical force, giving it everything he had.
Bai Shuyi always believed that if a human being lived without even a shred of human warmth, they might as well be dead; such a person was not even comparable to the sword resting in the rear abyss of the Taixu Taoist Temple.