Volume 1, Chapter 25: She Is the One, Madam Jin!

The Daoist surnamed Luo continued to smile without a word.

The fierce-looking cultivator immediately wore an expression of utter exasperation, as if he had just swallowed a fly. Watching the self-satisfied look on the Daoist’s face, he felt incredibly frustrated. Yet, unwilling to give up, he gritted his teeth and tossed two more spirit stones onto the table.

Only then did the Daoist speak:

"A male soldier stepped forward. 'Why is she granted so many privileges? Since we are here, we must follow the rules. Team 3 consists of the elite of the elite, with a reputation that resonates internationally. We have struggled for so long and were never selected; why was she chosen the moment she arrived?'"

Because of a falling out some time ago, Aymudulla had made Sainanmu delete Malone from her contacts. Thus, even though Malone was a close friend to both of them, he had no way of knowing Sainanmu’s current situation.

Su Qianqian’s mind was in a state of chaos. The woodshed was dim and gloomy, and she had no idea what time it was outside.

"Then just bring over a desk and chair." The teacher nodded, telling him he could sit wherever he liked. Ye Xuantian moved his things over without standing on ceremony, though Mo Mo found it strange—why would he suddenly decide to come to school?

No matter who it is, being praised in such a way would bring joy to their heart. Furthermore, Liang Rou was not faking it in the slightest; her eyes clearly reflected genuine astonishment and admiration.

Li Huailin wanted to say as much, but upon seeing the look in Ning Wanwei’s eyes, he paused and held his tongue.

In the blink of an eye, only a few days remained until the Winter Solstice. The various departments had no heart for official business, and colleagues gathered in twos and threes, discussing either card games or how to spend the upcoming ten-day long holiday.

When Nie Zitan heard that An'an was drag racing, he was terrified out of his wits. He ordered everyone following her to stop at once, fearing that she was only speeding because she was trying to shake them off.

"Come here." He took off his suit jacket, tossed it casually over the arm of the sofa, and sat down. He beckoned to Xu Zuoyan, signaling for him to come to his side.

"I provoked her this time; it has nothing to do with you." Ye Li did not take the handkerchief. The wound on her neck was shallow—a mere surface graze—and the bleeding had stopped long ago. There was no need to press anything against it. Facing Liu Tianqing, she didn't know what to say. For someone who was better off unseen, why meet at all?

The man suddenly raised his blade and strode toward Ye Han, his movements like a fierce tiger, his blade as cold and sharp as ice.

Fan Ping'an did not say much more. Although the Seven Sisters were his divine weapons, and Ming had assured him that divine weapons would never leak their master's secrets or betray them, Fan Ping'an still remained cautious. Matters such as Xu Long's rebirth or the markings on his head were things he would never voluntarily share with the Seven Sisters.

In later ages, when describing the great ancient clans, one always used the phrase "ten thousand hectares of fertile land." Only by looking at the vast expanse of golden farmland before him could Xiao Yi truly understand its significance. Although he had seen vast fields of crops on his way to Luoyang, there was a world of difference between someone else's land and his own.

That era was fraught with problems and earth-shattering secrets, far from a simple war of gods. Even beings who might have reached the Ancestral Realm appeared there, yet their cultivation at the time was clearly only that of Ancient Gods.

"Hmph, it really was those three bastards who killed my grandfather," Jiang Ming said from the side, filled with fury.

Ye Han looked calmly toward the direction of Qilin Peak. With the speed of the Shadow Snow Wolf, he would arrive in less than half an hour. By then, no matter what predicament Bai Junye was in, he would risk his life to save him. Even if he could only recover a cold corpse, Ye Han would not give up in the slightest.

Whether it was crossbows, scaling ladders, siege towers, or the battering rams soon to be deployed, these all fell under the category of military technology. Even if they hadn't reached a qualitative leap, they were significant improvements. Xiao Yi’s knowledge from the future played a vital role here, making the valiant and skilled Vanguard Army even more formidable.