Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Bright Spring Air of the Azure Heavens (Part I)

Lin Yunxuan gazed at the lifelike statue of the Holy Knight and whispered, "Exorcist, Holy Knight, Monk, Avenger."

After passing through twenty-three security gates in the corridor, Robin finally entered the interior of the cabin. He turned his head to survey his surroundings. The vaulted glass dome stood about twenty meters high. The cabin spanned nearly ten thousand square meters; it was quite vast, with no cover whatsoever.

Deceiving a newcomer? The record sales split offered in this contract was already generous enough; a newcomer would likely wake up laughing in their sleep at such treatment, wouldn't they?

"Their accomplices are coming out." Just as Robin was concentrating on his observations, he suddenly heard the warning from Xiazuo, who was keeping watch from a high vantage point.

"Fred is just my father's subordinate, and you are merely a guest," Vera said, having sorted out their relationship. He was just one of her father's employees; what was there to be proud of?

"Alright, don't ask any more questions. The bad guys are coming in!" Comrade Hu Daming cut off Wurina’s train of thought.

Yinsada picked up the quilt from the floor and gently covered her with it. Only when warmth returned to her body did she slowly relax her furrowed brows.

He was not from the imperial palace, yet there was something about him that naturally commanded fear.

While Robin was busy in Leona’s office, she walked in with a light meal and sat down across from him.

At this moment, Comrade Hu Daming felt that he had wronged Comrade Zhu Yuanhai, and he felt a bit embarrassed by the thought.

When Jiang Yichen was ambushed by Yin Li, Yin Li’s use of the Shadow-Darting Step had made it impossible for Jiang Yichen to track his movements. At that time, Jiang Yichen had relied on closing his eyes and fully mobilizing his senses—hearing, smell, and intuition—to capture the subtle disturbances and strike a decisive blow.

After the golden light in his dantian flared violently, what appeared in Ji Kai’s consciousness was an entirely different scene.

Lin Yu smiled. Still trying to escape? With a single palm strike, the force of the wind—far more powerful than any bullet—instantly shattered the two approaching zombies.

Moreover, Xie Tingting was an artist under the Wanjia Entertainment banner. Although she had the backing of the Xie family, as the boss's son, she still had to show some respect.

Since the space was now occupied, Ji Kai decided not to continue his travels. He took his phone from his storage ring, looked up the nearest airport using navigation, and hurried toward it.

Midsummer in June; the scorching sun was like fire, curling the edges of the willow leaves in the courtyard. Cicadas clung to the shade, chirping weakly and intermittently.

Bo Xiao raised a hand to brush back his wet hair. Black strands clung to his skin, swept haphazardly across his cheeks, adding a striking depth to his pale, delicate features. It was distinctly masculine, yet possessed an indescribable allure—eerie and bewitching.

The sharp arrow plunged directly into the pool, like a divine dragon stirring the ocean. The previously calm surface was stained scarlet, and the sweet, fishy scent above the pool was overwhelmed by the stench of blood.

Baker, that scoundrel, pushed his luck even further, shamelessly trying to peek at the gifts inside. Although Santa reluctantly agreed, he insisted on handling the bag himself from the moment it was opened until it was retied, remaining highly vigilant.

"The Lord has not yet married, nor does he have any heirs. The person closest to him is the Second Young Master, Sun Quan," Cheng Pu replied.

"An energy jammer? This isn't something a reincarnator could obtain. Could it be..." Feng Xue’s expression shifted.

Just then, a slightly weak voice reached Basil Stride’s ears. Following the direction of the sound, Basil’s pupils constricted sharply. Within his line of sight appeared a figure both familiar and strange.

Knowing he hadn't taken the wrong bus, Shi Zhenqiu was finally happy. Finding an empty seat, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Liu Bian was very pleased but remained composed. He said to Dong Zhuo, "The matter is of great importance. Prime Minister, please lean in." Dong Zhuo did not hesitate to lean over.

"He is already asleep and won't wake up for a while. I have something very important to discuss with you," Lady Cai said, looking at Cai Mao with a stern expression.

Because they were close, Shi Zhenqiu could bicker with him without reservation, which caused Li Di to take one skull after another in their game.

If Li Xuan were here, he would surely recognize this man instantly as Wang Gang, the Beast King who had once taught his physical education class. He had returned to the Hero University of China, though no one knew when.

"It's all that old man eating pig ears' fault. Otherwise, how could I have been so blinded by greed as to think of sneaking in like this..." Han Fei cursed inwardly, though he quickly wore a smiling face for the old man.

This was much like the warfare of later generations: bombarding the enemy first, then sending in the infantry to charge.

With cold, fair skin, his was a very handsome yet aggressive face—one could say he had a very heroic look.

That made sense; bothering Albus Dumbledore with such a matter felt like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

He headed down the mountain. Along the way, two sets of footprints left in the snow seemed to make the surroundings feel less cold, less blinding. They walked in silence, the boy turning back from time to time to look at the tracks they had left, secretly delighted in his heart.

Zhang Yi nodded with a smile, thinking: It was just me using Bureau Chief Sheng’s hand to squeeze you; otherwise, would an old guy like you ever concede?

Seeing so many people gathered in one place, the elders of the Si family landed with their men.

After inspecting the police precinct, Gu Guangsong got into his car, saying he had other matters to attend to and wouldn't stay at the affiliated hospital any longer. Ma Baoqi, however, used the excuse of needing to discuss a few things with Vice Dean Zhang to stay behind.

He used his only hand to claw at his back. At first, Su Rouqing didn't think much of it, assuming the disgusting fat man was just scratching an itch.

Fei Banqing’s lips twitched slightly; he found it hard to believe that his student could be this powerful.

"Could you please be quiet for a moment, Phineas?" Dumbledore’s voice carried a hint of helplessness.

Zhang Zonghan, Qin Wuyang, and Xiao Li did not notice his presence. Accompanied by their staff, the three of them arrived at the VIP elevator lobby and took the private elevator straight to the top floor of the Imperial Duke Hotel.

Jiang Cheng could have easily dodged the move, but he engaged the two mid-sized puppets in a direct clash purely to test his own limits.

Who was Liu Feng? How could he be controlled by his own base instincts? He fought hard to suppress the urge.

"This humble Daoist’s secular surname is Ma, with the Daoist name Yaoxuan. This morning at Taizi Slope, I encountered you two paying respects to the Patriarchs using traditional ancient rites. I asked my disciple to invite you both for a chat. Please forgive the intrusion," Daoist Priest Yaoxuan said, apologizing first, which left Zhang Jianwei momentarily stunned. After a few breaths, he finally reacted.