Chapter 150: Arrangements

"Shu'er, go fetch a stool for your junior brother."

Looking at Han Li standing in the main hall, Lin Yang told Lin Shu to bring a stool for him to sit down.

"Yes."

With that, Lin Shu retrieved a stool directly from his storage pouch and placed it beside Han Li. Lin Yang truly hadn't expected his son to carry a stool around with him wherever he went; just how lazy could one be?

"You may withdraw."

Lin Yang waved his hand dismissively at Lin Shu, who then...

Suddenly, a man in red experienced a drastic change in expression. Sensing a sharp, hidden intent to kill lingering in the air, he shrieked, cutting off Nie Fu's impassioned speech.

Upon learning of the fall of Hwando Fortress, as well as Hwangsolsong and Jekgusu Fortress, the city of Wandu was struck with utter dismay. Setting Jekgusu Fortress aside, Hwangsolsong was, after all, a mighty stronghold that could rival the Goguryeo Fortress of the Han Dynasty—how could it simply vanish into thin air just like that? Presumably, in the eyes of the Goguryeo people, Goguryeo Fortress was already considered a colossal city.

Chao Gai spent only two days at Mount Mangdang, yet the overall performance there was exceptional. The soldiers were thoroughly drilled, exhibiting the true demeanor of regular troops in every gesture, entirely devoid of any outlaw roughness. Fan Rui, Li Gun, and Xiang Chong did not view themselves as chieftains of a mountain stronghold, but rather as military officers, and their speech and actions had matured significantly compared to before.

Furthermore, it could even be put to many other uses! Seeing the self-detonation energy within the array dissipate, Dan Chen hurriedly retrieved his sixth-tier array disc.

Although the slaughter-bug was not targeting Ning Hu, the mere leaked aura alone filled Ning Hu with a profound sense of powerlessness. At this moment, even if he wanted to step forward to help, the opportunity was already gone.

Qiu Wuyi could only smile bitterly and inwardly mock himself; as expected, his meager strength was utterly negligible before a true powerhouse. The path of cultivation ahead was still long, and he had to seize every single second.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" A series of battle cries suddenly rang out. Zhang Yu's body shuddered involuntarily as he stepped back instinctively, only to feel a sudden chill run down his spine while the shouts of slaughter echoed once more.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, Qiu Wuyi shook his head and cursed bitterly in his heart.

Hua Mulan said with a straight face, "Eat first, I'll go dish up some rice for you." None of these three women were any good—humph, they were all eyeing Sister Cuihua's things.

However, later on, he acquired the Creation Spirit Art, which gave him the possibility of combining his self-created divided-soul technique to forge an entirely novel avatar creation technique. Although it was not yet complete, as long as he was given a certain amount of time, who was to say he might not actually forge an unprecedented, peerless mastery?

"I had two classes this morning, but the teacher had some business to attend to, so they were cancelled. I wanted to come to the city center—are you home?" Xue'er asked.

"Xuan'er, I never expected I would get to see you again." Tears streamed down Shi Le's face. The spells on his body had been lifted by this point, yet he seemed to have forgotten that he had already returned to normal.

The villa, having already claimed the lives of two owners, was shrouded in the shadow of death. Yet He Yimian, the newly appointed master of the Qingshui Hall, ignored all warnings and continued to live on the premises following the death of the former master, Xiao Heng.

Neon lights flickered along the road, and couples walked hand in hand under the orange glow, looking thoroughly happy. Suddenly, my older brother asked, "You'er, what do you think of Yu?" Why would he suddenly ask such a question? "You'er," my brother called out, and I snapped back to reality.

As soon as I arrived home, I received a call from Liang Shaopeng. His voice sounded terrified and extremely tense, kept to a mere whisper. He only said he was scared, but when asked why, he couldn't put it into words.

"I am here to solve your problem. Aren't you currently fretting over this corpse?" the man in black said.

Every time the spiritual needles struck, the leader of the Xuanwu Gang felt as though his body was being sawed apart piece by piece with a saw. Moreover, this excruciating pain was not physical, but spiritual; lacking the buffer of bodily conduction, pain acting directly upon the spirit was far more direct.