Chapter 118: The Silence (Part II)

"My brain just can't keep up with all this!" Old Teacher Wang shook his head, looking utterly exhausted. Being advanced in years, he had spent the whole day rushing about in Jingping City and, having finally sunk into the soft cushions of the coach, he grew drowsy the moment the words left his lips.

The director grinned from ear to ear, watching the skyrocketing search trends. Suddenly struck by a thought, he turned to Yu Baichuan, who was sitting in a chair behind him: "Teacher Yu, had you and Teacher Li already coordinated beforehand? Otherwise, why would things have turned out like that..."

At this moment, thousands of miles away from the Fox Strange Gate, Lian Haiping was in flight. Having sustained injuries several times over, he was being relentlessly pursued by several Great Elders, who seemed determined not to stop until they had driven him to his grave.

Wu San felt a jolt of alarm; suddenly, he began to understand. This Hu Shan had indeed come prepared. What exactly did he know, and what was his purpose in coming to his home?

After finishing their tea, they all burst into hearty laughter. They exchanged a flurry of polite pleasantries before Lu Ping and Ming Weifang finally took their leave.

The Mighty General slowly shifted its course, sailing at a steady pace toward the unidentified fleet. A favorable southwesterly wind was blowing, placing Zhu Yuan and his men at a tactical advantage.

The bodies of the amphibious battalion soldiers were loaded onto flatbed carts, with the uninjured personnel tasked to pull them. Although there were no horse-drawn carriages on the street, there were several flatbed carts that had been left behind in the chaos.

Li Jingshan, unable to tolerate the old man any longer, started to walk over, but was grabbed by someone. Turning back, he saw it was Lu Ping.

"I hear your family recently presented a piece of ambergris as tribute. Since you are now short of funds, why not offer the ambergris in exchange?"

Two powerful forces collided in mid-air. The Seven-Colored Phoenix, the Three-Legged Golden Crow, and the Moon-Gazing Jade Toad clashed violently in the void. These three legendary divine beasts were locked in a struggle so intense they could not be parted. The Golden Crow and the Jade Toad had, in a sense, merged into an inseparable entity.

Simultaneously, countless massive cannonballs whistled through the air, hurtling toward Chen Xingyu with the force of a tidal wave.

"Wanyan Aguda, come at me again if you have the nerve!" On the battlefield, Xiao Feng faced four peerless experts from the Song and Liao dynasties alone. Among them were Wanyan Aguda, the Great Jin Emperor who had recently founded his own dynasty, his brother Wanyan Wuqimai, as well as the Great Song's Marquis Zhuge and Zhou Tong.

Thinking of this, Qin Mei'er felt a chill run through her entire body. She wiped away her tears and snot, and asked into the endless darkness: "Father, did you send me back to the countryside for school because you felt I couldn't protect myself in the city?"

Once the crew in the bow torpedo room had adjusted their most lethal weapons, Commander Brin ordered the motors to be shut down.

The taste was bitter at first, turning sweet as it slid down the throat. Once it hit the stomach, it radiated a gentle warmth that invigorated the spirit, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth that invited contemplation.

Just as the floodwaters reached their peak, Meng Meng, running through the mud, suddenly slipped and tumbled into an underground cavern along with the rushing torrent.

Upon first contact, the Silver Gate had trembled incessantly, attempting to break free from Xuanhuan’s grip. Yet, even as a top-tier primordial spiritual treasure, it could not withstand Xuanhuan’s power once deprived of its master. With a slight tremor of his palm, Xuanhuan infused it with the power of a sage, and the Silver Gate immediately fell silent.

Chen Siniang had originally been sent as a "mole" by Chen Village, and Liang Shan had been forced to accept her. However, after the plan succeeded, she devoted herself entirely to the construction and development of Liang Village.

Zhu Qingyun cast a glance over with her autumn-water eyes. She was not worried about Liang Shan, but rather focused her attention on the Jurchens, her expression deep in thought.

"Uncle Feng," Crazy Uncle said, looking at the trees nearby, "I don't think we've doubled back. It seems we're heading in the right direction. It's just strange—this mountain doesn't look very big, so why is it so difficult to traverse?" Just then, something suddenly rustled and bolted through the bushes nearby.