Chapter 122: Old Luo, Is That You? (Second Update)

On the deck of the fishing boat, Shen He smiled and bade everyone farewell, climbing the ladder directly up to the pier.

Not far away, Huang Bo was waving and shouting, jogging toward him until he came to a stop right in front of Shen He.

Watching Huang Bo trot over, Shen He remarked, "Not bad, you’ve made progress. At least you aren’t gasping for air after just a few steps."

The first time he had met Huang Bo, he knew this second-generation boat owner was quite out of shape.

Just as Zhang Hao landed on the ground, he seemed perfectly prepared. Turning around, he threw a backhand punch toward Kucang in the sky.

As a widely revered main god, how could Nangong Jin let his own grandfather down?

Seeing the crucian carp in the water startled by the collapse of the dam and swimming toward the east, Zongzheng Shaoqing realized that the current was so swift and A-Yan’s body was bound by ropes, she must have been swept away to the east. He had been searching in the wrong place all along.

Chu Long was instantly rendered speechless. Her head tilted back, revealing a pale, slender neck that gradually turned crimson, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

Upon hearing her summons, Baili Guyan lowered her head, restrained her steps, and slowly walked into the main hall.

No matter who they were, all eyes were fixed on Feng Tianqi, stunned by the scene unfolding before them.

The attendants on either side presented the hair ornament belonging to the Eleventh Princess Consort for Zongzheng Xuan to inspect. He turned it over in his hands, rubbed it slightly with his fingers, and a smile spread across his lips.

The two guards were pushed back a few steps, but they channeled their inner energy through their palms once more. Suddenly, the surroundings were engulfed in black mist, and loose stones floated in the air—a terrifying sight. "Die!" they shouted, and the overwhelming barrage of stones surged fiercely toward Xue Yue.

"Are you alright?" Cang Hai Suifeng asked softly, a rare hint of tenderness appearing on his cold, sharp face.

Cang You sat cross-legged to the side, eyes closed, slowly regulating his internal injuries. Qi Sujin sat quietly by the campfire, stealing glances at Cang You from time to time. Clearly still bewildered by what had just occurred, her face flushed even redder and more enchanting in the glow of the fire.

"Greetings, seniors. I am Xue Qing, a disciple of the Emei Sect—the one who was blinded by Daoist Master Yuxu," Xue Qing said calmly, though the others were far from calm.

However, Jian Xiake was no weakling; he devoted himself to cultivation whenever he had a spare moment. A wild ghost alone was no match for him.

Ever since then, Ye Zhixing had become exceptionally resilient to pain, and whenever she was injured, she was even more adamant about not going to the hospital.

Although the grenade launcher itself was not heavy, the scarcity of aluminum resources meant that grenade casings were made of steel alloys rather than lightweight aluminum. For the soldiers in the grenade squad, carrying a large quantity was not easy, which limited the amount of ammunition they could carry at one time.

Although Li Yuanba had come from the Sui territories with Qi Tianshou and was also human, the Left Attendant and Right Servant discovered that there was a faint trace of demon blood within him.

It was because of this rule that Jian Xiake realized how some cunning and malicious gangs would use this tactic to appear as if they were dispersing their strength, while in reality, their power was growing rapidly in the shadows.

Her vision suddenly turned to darkness, and though her world had nearly fallen apart, before her now lay a scene of light, stability, and harmony.

"They really came?" Lian Yuncheng’s heart suddenly turned calm. He noticed the Golden Qilin beside him was also watching him, but with a sense of detachment in his eyes, clearly indicating that this situation was within his expectations.

With Ma Liu’s kneeling, Lian Yuncheng felt much more at ease. For Ma Liu to go to such lengths for Guo Zheng, he could at least be considered a loyal servant.

"Well, they are likely snickering because they are happy that we helped the Immortal of the South Pole find his white deer," Jian Xiake said, turning his head with a straight face.