Chapter 28: The White Moonlight of the Miao Saint 12

Deep in a certain mountain at that moment.

Youtai respectfully asked the man seated at the head, “Holy Son, while the weather is still fair, when will you set out for the capital?”

Yang Chengchuan, summoned halfway there by A-Tian, looked extremely displeased.

At those words, his expression darkened even further.

He sneered coldly. “Has the clan run out of people? Or are they all useless? They cannot even perform the simple art of luring out a gu?”

The Holy Son was the leader of the clan, and his authority could not be challenged.

“Qin Ge? I truly cannot understand how he managed to build such a powerful navy.” Meiji’s tone had returned to normal.

“But the key point is… he never used my magic prop. I watched the other man’s eyes roll back!” Ruby nervously wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

Japan’s fortunes had plummeted, while China had undergone a change of dynasty. In an age when justice existed only within the range of a cannon, what path could Korea possibly take? Break away from China? China could destroy Korea in two days. Find another great power to stand against China? Queen Min had already proved that this would not work.

Thinking it over carefully, he seemed to have been worrying too much. A common terminal like this had been designed for the convenience of the people aboard the ship. As long as he was merely browsing ordinary information, there would be no problem at all.

The fan groups below sat together. Cassiopeia, the largest group, occupied the center; the Fairies sat beside them, while the Sones were pushed all the way to the edge. There was nothing to be done about it. The Sones were far fewer in number than the other groups, and with the others deliberately excluding them, they could only be relegated to the most marginal position.

First, the machinery here had to be shut down. The next city, meanwhile, had already been swallowed by a sea of revelry. The brand-new machine had been assembled, and a large number of patients were already asleep, waiting only for Abs Bro.

“Eat the beef first. It won’t taste good once it gets cold!” Sica’s alluring voice sounded beside Yunxuan’s ear.

The immense body of that nine-headed flood dragon still filled his vision. It coiled nearby, its nine enormous heads raised toward the sky as it breathed deeply, an intoxicated expression spreading across its faces.

The pilots and maintenance personnel, however, were much more difficult to deal with. They were in constant contact with the machinery, so the slightest carelessness could lead to the technology being leaked.

If anyone with even a shred of conscience had come over to help, I would not have made such a fuss. After all, going out to do that costs money too, doesn’t it?

Qing’er and Han Fang squared their shoulders, preparing to join the fight. In Wangjing City, these two girls feared neither Heaven nor Earth.

The roar of the crowd surged like waves and thunder, beating against the nine-meter-high platform. Seeing this, Mo Chen felt his previously exhausted spirit, worn down by his battle of wits with Ye Erti, slowly fill with vigor once more.

A faint, almost imperceptible fragrance drifted into his nostrils. Every pore on his body tingled, and that wonderfully comfortable sensation returned.

One by one, they stared at the novel contraption in stunned amazement, looking like country folk who had just entered a grand mansion.

Factory Director Yang also sensed that something was amiss with the atmosphere. When he and Li Aimin arrived, they had heard Xu Damao whispering malicious gossip.

Qin Hu was hardly any better. For the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had marched thirty li every day. Their tasks were to cut roads through mountains, build bridges across rivers, chop wood and light fires, dig trenches and carry water, and construct camp fortifications.

He Yuzhu looked at Banggeng on the ground. The boy was still clutching three enormous strawberries, refusing to let go even after tumbling onto the ground.

The more he looked at this young man, the more he liked him. As long as the boy was willing to learn, he would pass on all the experience he had accumulated throughout his life.

Aman was not a fool. She could naturally sense that Liu Xingkang had prepared for every contingency. Likewise, if she did not follow Liu Xingkang’s plan, she would have no chance of getting close to the entrance of Ruins-End Rock.

The Dark Bloodline had been given that name because it stood in opposition to the Light. The names of those who belonged to this bloodline contained the character “Hidden,” the counterpart to “Sacred.” Thus, they were known as the Hidden Clan bloodline.

Whatever happened, the first priority was to uncover the truth about this den of poison. The matters that followed would clearly be better left to the Ark and the government agencies than handled by him alone.