Chapter 83: Your Mind Is Inflamed, and Your Kidneys Aren't Well Either (Please Subscribe)

Xu Ze furrowed his brows. This Du Yuanzhou certainly had a way with words. With just a few sentences, he managed to cast himself as a well-intentioned advisor, earnestly offering counsel. Yet the substance of his speech could not withstand scrutiny. At that moment, the host discreetly tugged at Xu Ze’s sleeve, shaking his head ever so slightly. Xu Ze understood the host wished him to yield, to avoid escalating the situation.

But having lived two lives, Xu Ze would not compromise on a matter of principle.

“Mo Mo, Mo Mo!” Qin Yun broke free from restraint and suddenly rushed to Pei Mo Mo’s side, clutching her tightly and refusing to let go. Her delicate features, striking crimson eyes, and skin as pale as snow gave her the appearance of one of those fabled, impossibly beautiful vampires.

Yu Fan uttered a curious sound and looked down, discovering an elderly woman’s ID card on the table. Her name was Wei Xiuzhen, and she was indeed ninety years old.

With a sharp clang, the long sword in Jun Mochen’s hand fell to the ground as he stabbed at Old Bai, his body instantly tipping backward.

“Who sent this?” Wang Caiqi asked. Such fine clothing was clearly not something she ought to possess—it must have been a gift from someone else.

“There’s really a method like this?” Niu Dali was both surprised and intrigued. He’d always known the ways of cultivators were mysterious and unfathomable, swift as the wind, yet he was still amazed each time Xiao Chan Hua revealed another secret technique.

As for the Second Prince’s intentions, she was uncertain. Would he confine her here? And Bai Zhi was nowhere to be found.

Ni Xiang was a disciple of Jianghu Sect; her words were usually weighed carefully. Appointing Ye Handong as the God of Wine Town was not some impulsive idea, but a considered decision.

Since the original host seldom attended court, the Empress had taken her place at morning sessions, arranging screens like a regent and setting up tables and chairs not far from the imperial throne.

Inside the enemy territory, they supported various rebel groups, plunging that nation into civil war, while America watched from the sidelines, picking up the spoils and reaping the rewards like a fisherman.

However, at this moment, Nie Tian’s eyes flashed with an icy murderous glare. His whole body radiated an overwhelming aura of doom as he stared at Blood Eyes. In the next instant, he shot forward, landing squarely on Blood Eyes’ battle stage.

Since this country has laws, everything should be left to the law to judge. I have neither the right nor the qualification.

“You really want me to say it? I’m only speculating—I have no actual evidence,” Huang Jun replied.

“There is no need to fight any further today. Let’s call it a draw,” Qian Jie sheathed his blade. Though the Third Squad Captain’s injuries were far more severe, Qian Jie’s stamina was running dangerously low.

After witnessing Smoker’s natural-type abilities, all the new recruits from various branches knew that even if they won the first round, it meant nothing. The battles were merely formalities; who won or lost was inconsequential, making the assessment matches devoid of any real spectacle.

After dealing with the black boxer in the courtyard, I slipped into the house. But upon entering, I found that Ye Jianmin had already taken care of the people inside.

The Rebirth Mantra? I remember hearing about it before and never really thought much of it—just a few words anyone could recite, nothing remarkable. Yet when my uncle chanted it, there was a magnetic quality to his voice, bringing a quiet calm to my heart. The deep, unadorned tone dispelled every doubt that had lingered moments earlier.

He once escaped from Yu Yingxiong and the Divine Jade Sect Leader—perhaps by luck or with some outside help—but to withdraw under the assault of two such formidable leaders speaks volumes for his strength. Now is a rare opportunity, one that may never come again if missed.

After a morning of surveillance, they finally confirmed that this was indeed the senior cadre of the Eighth Route Army. They decided to launch an ambush. Time was tight, and only twenty or so people from the surrounding dozen miles could be mustered.