Chapter 33: Resolution

Zhang Xiaoqian, the younger sister, also said, "Mu family’s younger sister, I don’t even know how to thank you."

Yu Jinzhen took the empty water pouch and whispered, "It’s nothing. I’m a girl, and I just hate how the elders at home favor boys over girls. You should quietly return and don’t tell anyone about what happened today. Otherwise, you might never get out again."

The two were not fools; they nodded quickly and hurried back to the courtyard.

Yu Jinzhen moved to a shadowed corner, refilled the water pouch, and then went to the second household that had a daughter.

Moreover, talents like Qin Ling would play a significant role within Ye Fei’s faction. Ye Fei wondered if Qiushui would think he deliberately disbanded the resort to seize an opportunity to encroach on his territory.

Song Zeyu walked to a window far away, drew back the curtain, and looked down upon the bustling splendor of the city. Only after the connection between Xiao Feng and Isar was severed did he return.

But since large-scale military operations were off the table, and numerical superiority couldn’t fill their gaps, within ten thousand kilometers, which country dared challenge this nation’s military might?

Dongfang Jiao glanced at Gongzi and Huangfu Qi, then plunged into the inferno. To Tang Chuan’s surprise, Dongfang Jiao did not call upon the black-robed cultivator behind him, treating him as a complete stranger. The black-robed cultivator showed no reaction, as if everything was within his expectations.

With a thunderous roar, under the rapid flight, the Old Immortal and the Fire Phoenix finally broke through the great world formed by the fiery lotus. The world behind them immediately vanished, unleashing a tremendous explosion.

Li Qing had once heard Xu Panyan speak of the current patriarch of the Xiao family, Xiao Ding, a fifth-level Celestial Immortal. The man before him matched Xu Panyan’s description perfectly in both age and cultivation—there was no doubt this was Xiao Ding.

The Beggar’s Treasure quickly switched targets. One cannon blast reduced the remaining occupation time to ninety-two seconds. Another blast directly interrupted the bandit squad’s occupation.

While the Han strategist pondered tactics, Gongzi gained some time. However, the Han already knew how to obtain the fiery blossoms, whereas Gongzi remained clueless about the path of restoration—each revealing their own strengths and weaknesses.

He had no desire for a direct confrontation. The council was unfathomably deep; who knew what kind of monster might emerge this time?

The fine threads’ detection range expanded steadily—first sweeping the Mazu temple, then thoroughly inspecting the surrounding hundred-meter radius—yet found nothing.

At this moment, Yulu stepped out of the vehicle and stood alongside Misaka Mikoto and Dong Xiang before the army.

Xiao Feng’s words simultaneously made Cao Hong realize the difficult situation before him. Regardless of Xue Ning’s abilities, the division of power among the military, political, industrial, and research sectors under Xue Ning’s control proved just how troublesome a person he was.

Changsun Wuji descended from the carriage expressionlessly. He never imagined that his mother, presumed dead for decades, was actually still alive in this world.

Meanwhile, the thousand-acre estate was deathly silent, for its true master had arrived, bringing with him a biting chill.

“You mean this…” Lin Xiu’s pupils contracted. At that moment, he recalled knowledge he had once read in textbooks.

“Enough, don’t embarrass me. My mercenary group has just been established. Why don’t you send a few experts over to assist them? Let them gain some experience,” Lin Xiafan said.

Xue Ning did not agree. Even the mighty colossal gods from the early days of the apocalypse were susceptible to destruction. The scenes displayed within the collective dream seemed more like a deadly trap.

“Shut your mouth.” Li Shen coldly reprimanded, slightly speechless. Why bother discussing all this with her before? Now, it seemed capturing her would be difficult—not because he underestimated Wang Shiling, but because, to him, she was nothing more than a mixed-blood inheritor of the Han lineage.