Chapter 125: Ink Wave

A young man, appearing about seventeen or eighteen years old, sat nearby with a spirit-forged long sword resting beside him. His hair was tied high, bound with a turquoise cloth ribbon. His skin was fair, and he wore a flowing robe of the same blue-green hue. Seated on a stool, he devoured his noodles with ravenous hunger.

The youth pointed toward the old man...

Of course, he never expected Su Qingge to know Ai Xi. Naturally, Su Qingge did not rely on their friendship but engaged purely in a business conversation between merchants and collaborators.

Jing Lichen rolled his eyes helplessly. Although he felt irritated at having been outwitted, seeing her radiant smile made it all worthwhile.

“Big brother, don’t say nonsense! No romance during work hours!” the head nurse said shyly, casting a coquettish glance at Luo Qi.

When the old blacksmith and his apprentice first entered the forge and looked outside, they saw the sky darkened with thick clouds, fierce winds howling, occasional lightning flashing through the gloom, followed by distant peals of thunder.

Geng Haoshi weaved left and right, dribbling the ball past robot number “2”... Through several rounds of matches, Geng Haoshi noticed that this number “2” robot always appeared flustered and confused when faced with his constant body feints, as if dizzy from the movements.

Ah, for Ye Wei, it was not a big deal. But for these military academy instructors, it was serious indeed. A seventeen-year-old marksman—this was a prodigy, the nation's hope.

Chen Jun heard Xia Zhi accusing him of rudeness with a stern face, which irritated him and made him want to lose his temper.

At first glance, an ordinary person might not sense anything amiss, but having spent considerable time with Li Yunmu, he naturally suspected hidden meaning in those words.

Indeed, there was none. The entire day was spent watching in dread as they pelted the city with catapult stones and unleashed volleys of massive arrows. The defending soldiers dared not even peek their heads out.

Wu Caifeng led Li Xiulan straight to the textile factory. It was peak working hours, and many workers spotted Li Xiulan and her mother.

For cultivators, innate talent was crucial, but to reach higher realms, one must firmly uphold their Dao heart. Otherwise, if inner demons arise, the consequences grow dire. The more advanced the realm, the more one treasures the purity of their Dao heart.

For some reason, the drunkard beside him also muttered a similar phrase, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor toward strangers.

When the last number was spoken, he suddenly opened his eyes wide. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he shot forward with fierce speed.

“Fire!” Commander Guo, seeing the enemy had already advanced two hundred meters, hurriedly ordered his troops to open fire and halt them.

Yet just as the surrounding cold air gathered and grew increasingly unstable, that force suddenly snapped—like a stretched string breaking at its limit—and everything fell back into silence.

Jiang Yan, secretly watching the surveillance footage, was startled but kept her hand clamped tightly over her mouth to stifle any cry.

“After crossing the ferry, we will set up an ambush. As long as we hold the ferry, we can push forward to seize the landing point based on it, opening a path for the main force!” Huang Kesheng commanded.

Ye Tian’s aura soared to an unprecedented height. His body underwent a drastic transformation; dark red skin armored him like a suit of plate, resembling a bloodthirsty Asura.

The Angel Group was the leading enterprise in Tianchuan Province. Even high-ranking officials would show deference to Ma Yu. But today, he came here to witness this peak battle firsthand.

Wisteria vines thickly covered the courtyard walls. By late spring, the wisteria blooms flourished more luxuriantly than ever. Holding a lantern close, one could see clusters upon clusters of flowers, dense and vibrant, hanging heavily on the branches, full of life and resplendent beauty. Beneath the floral wall lay a carpet of scattered purple petals, delicate and colorful.