Chapter 109: You Two Are Useless

My Years in National Security Don’t panic—I am capable of even more. 1310 words 2026-04-13 15:59:35

“Are you afraid now?” Sha Chu looked at his companion, who had been in a state of utter confusion for several days, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Didn’t we agree at the start that this was just to scare the Thai government? Why have so many people died...” Basong curled up in the corner of the room, muttering to himself.

More than twenty people—his bombs had killed over twenty, with hundreds more injured. This was nothing like what had been promised at the beginning! When the higher-ups found him, they had clearly assured him the bombs wouldn’t be lethal...

Her human body was still only in the later stages of the postnatal realm, never having entered the innate realm.

Yaruo went to the extreme northern ice plains, unaware that this journey would turn her world upside down, forever changing her life and setting the stage for upheaval across the land.

The Supreme Elder stood beside the alchemy furnace, sensing its stirring. Suddenly, he smiled: “The person inside must be struggling to break free. Fortunately, I anticipated this and set a restriction on the furnace. If you increase the fire’s intensity, in twenty days when the furnace is opened, you will harvest fifty elixirs.”

Wang Guanglu was unwilling to be outdone. After a look of grief and indignation, he placed a heavy accusation on Afu’s head, simultaneously exerting pressure on the factions supporting Liu He.

“As for the Shenwu Sect, I will handle it myself. I only ask you one thing—will you go to Qingcheng to avenge us or not?” Yin Youde said in a deep voice.

Squatting by the gate of the Punishment Hall, Xu Ran saw disciples entering and leaving, but the disciple wielding the Red Fire Whip and the Purple Lightning Whip from last time was nowhere to be found. He felt somewhat disappointed.

The ancient temple on Golden Summit, perched atop White Deer Peak, had flourished for centuries. Its prosperity was closely linked to the legendary divine beast—the pure white deer said to reside there.

The killings were so subtle that no cultivator could trace them, for the ghost cultivator’s perceptive abilities far exceeded those of ordinary practitioners.

Today, the valley fire raged fiercely, and Wu Liang indeed intended to escape. He thought of calling Hu Zhihu back to drink, while he stayed behind to help at the inn, hoping to avoid disaster—though this went against his principle of never refusing a drink, as he was a true lover of wine.

The Smiling Tiger’s face bore a smug grin, one that exuded an unparalleled aura of sinister cruelty.

Yi Xia thought it was a hallucination—she had just heard a sorrowful, mournful voice calling her name, filled with pain. But when she turned, there was nothing there.

The passage was dim and carried a faint musty smell, suggesting it was seldom opened or traveled. As the deputy captain of this team, I strolled casually among them, utterly unperturbed.

Along the official road, four riders galloped swiftly, and a slender figure leapt nimbly like a hawk in flight, moving no slower than the warhorses.

“Madam, why aren’t you worried at all? Could it be...” Aunt Mei’s eyes gleamed with suspicion.

I smiled bitterly as I walked forward slowly, pondering: What day would that be? Could it be that for every day I open the shop, you grant me a day off?

If there was one Wutuer Hall not crushed by the Zakalo family, it was the White Tiger Hall before it was swallowed by the Black Tiger Hall. Those uninformed Wutuer members looked up to it with admiration, unaware of the suffering Ning Cheng and Ning Jie, the siblings, were forced to endure.

The term ‘wheel’ signifies ‘destruction.’ ‘Wheel body’ refers to the power to destroy the troubles of sentient beings. Thus, when we hear ‘self-sacrifice to become a Buddha,’ it does not mean giving up one’s own body to attain Buddhahood, but rather overcoming all worldly afflictions.

His residence within the Star Soul Sect had already been arranged. After his exchange with Situ Minglang, he could proceed to his quarters.

Though a smile perpetually graced his lips, he was ruthless in battle—harsh to both others and himself. At only nineteen years old, it was said he had already commanded troops on the battlefield for six years.