Chapter 152: The Marvel of Knowledge

Zhao Cheng had not yet grown complacent when he heard his elder brother speak such words; his expression immediately flickered with surprise. He harbored no resentment but instead began to calculate earnestly, seeking a way to reduce the number of people involved to just two.

“Brother, if strong and capable soldiers handle the winding mechanism, the minimum number needed is only two.”

Zhao Su leaned against the crossbow cart: “... This was the plan we discussed last night. Sima Ba values the Ten-Thousand-Year Ink Jade highly. If we separate and travel some distance apart, Zhou Bafu can safely reach the airport. It’s better to be robbed separately than all together; we must weigh what is more important—preserving some safety. We will protect as much of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ink Jade as possible, but if forced, we must abandon the jade to save our lives.”

“Since it’s been confirmed as gas poisoning, why are you still going?” Ye Bai interjected sharply.

The operating room and the hospital corridor were separated by only a single wall. Naturally, the soundproofing was poor, so the soldiers behaved with great self-discipline. Although their hearts burned with anxiety and fervor, they quietly sat on the chairs outside the corridor, waiting.

Ya Dong burst out from the snow pit, immediately spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood. The massive snow leopard ahead showed no mercy; upon seeing Ya Dong bleeding from his injuries, it did not hesitate for a moment but hurled a snowball toward him.

“That would waste too much time. You go wash up first. My mother just happened to buy Dad a few new outfits the day before yesterday. Dad hasn’t worn them yet; I think if I bring them to you, he won’t dare make a fuss. Now that you’re a favored figure in the Murong family, if he dares to show any discontent, I’ll have Grandpa embarrass him badly.”

Afa grew increasingly curious, for he had never paid attention to the “window” before. Crossing through this hole in the grass hut led straight to the Xuebing family’s room—it was even a bedroom. If anyone found out and let greed or lust take hold, it would be all too easy to gain entry and succeed in their intentions.

Dong Meng was very pleased to see the soldiers and laughed heartily. He then found a large stone under a tree, removed his armor, and lay down to take a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, the pool water swallowed by the creature showed no signs of disappearing; it still burned its body with intense heat. Two opposing forces—one cold, one hot—raged inside it, tearing relentlessly at its flesh and willpower.

“Damn it, you dare call me ‘brother’?” The bald, stout man grew even more agitated, cursing as he grabbed an iron rod and approached.

The two patients each praised the brilliant skills of their attending physicians. When Lu Hanbao overheard someone doubt Chen Xinghai’s medical abilities, he shot a fiery glare, causing the onlookers to believe him.

They had been fighting for a full day and night, with immense consumption of strength. If this continued, and they could not hold out, or if an accident occurred, the consequences would be catastrophic.

The immortals feared precisely this. Their reputations were tightly held in the hand of the Jade Emperor.

My full-powered strike, in front of Chu Yan, only caused him to lift his hand slightly. With such a disparity in strength, even if all cultivators here attacked together, victory was impossible.

From this, it was clear that the ancestral legacies of other sects had gradually weakened, and their tomb visits had become fewer. Once entering the tomb, unless one went personally, encountering networks involved in trafficking funerary artifacts would inevitably leave traces, inviting deadly peril.

The grand contest of the Ten Continents, held every twenty years, if always conducted here, then seeing people around should be quite normal, right?

Perhaps that’s why they say even sleeping is an art, a craft worth mastering. Ancient nobles and generals studied the secrets of the boudoir; good technique could prolong life, poor technique would lead to disaster. Thus, some emperors passed away prematurely.

Song Ming’s spiritual energy flowed at full speed; his body was about to teleport. At that moment, the white-haired dragon emitted successive waves of sound, sealing the surrounding space’s energy, thwarting Song Ming’s plan.