Chapter 72: The Sacred Physique of Civil Engineering (First Subscription Requested!)

Leo could no longer hold it together.

Enrique came from Corsica and had received his knightly training at the Bonifacio Castle since childhood. But after the Republic of Pisa conquered Corsica, he became a wandering knight.

Being a wandering knight sounded glamorous, but in reality, it simply meant being a landless knight, drifting from place to place, working for others wherever he could.

And now, the very man who had once taken Bonifacio Castle was here before him.

"I've been talking to him these past few days..."

The door was suddenly pushed open. It was Jiang Yaner and her maid Xue’er. Dressed in a soft pink coat, Jiang Yaner walked gently up to Jiang Xiaobai and gazed at him tenderly.

With Yun Qingfeng’s forceful tactics, Yun Feiyang had almost become a discarded pawn; no one cared about him anymore, and he had been suppressed more than once.

At this moment, Chen Yang was already terribly weak, his blood loss too great to sustain his body’s normal functions. “Chen Yang, are you alright?” Qin Moya wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked with concern.

With less than three months of training, he doubted what they could possibly achieve, and felt uneasy about sending them to reinforce the others.

Chu Liang murmured to himself as he gazed at the sky outside. There was an emptiness in his heart, and his longing to see Jiang Xiaobai grew ever clearer, constantly reminding him of itself in those hollow hours.

This place had been chosen on Ye Fan's advice; neither Duan Jiu Chong nor Monk Yang quite understood why he had picked such a spot.

No matter how much time passed or what happened, to the Dragon Clan, they always saw themselves as the noblest of all races, looking down on the others with disdain and contempt.

Qin Moya also fell silent, as if something had dawned on her. She realized that Bai Yinshuang still wanted to use Chen Yang. All Bai Yinshuang had done was to see whether Chen Yang was a selfish man, a person she could entrust herself to.

The two men’s faces were as bitter as gourds; they were on the verge of bursting into tears and falling to their knees before Jiang Yuan to plead.

Due to the recent influx of people in Aoki City, the teleportation array couldn't keep up with demand. Therefore, Master Zhang and his companion planned to go to the nearby city of Lin’an to use the array there for their departure.

Juzi didn’t join the commotion around Lord Yue; the dreadful sensation from General Jin’s massive blade was too much for her, even worse than the butcher’s knife at Lord Yue’s waist. It unsettled her deeply.

He had long known that if he wanted to marry Qiaoqiao, he’d need the approval of everyone in the Ye family. He’d first intended to capture the ringleader and win over Old Master Ye, but he had not overlooked those few cousins either.

What happened next was a familiar tale: Miss Chen caught the eye of Young Master Gao, a prominent figure’s son passing through the county town. He went to her village to propose, but already had three wives. If she married him, she would be less than even a concubine.

At once, everyone lowered their heads and busied themselves: those who needed to shout did so, those who had to journey continued on their way.

But whether they could survive the lightning they had drawn upon themselves with only their own strength and a single pill was no longer her concern.

For some reason, a resolute righteousness radiated from Nie Weidong at that moment, commanding trust from all around.

The only regret was that the Hall of Samara was not a physical place, but rather anchored in Lin Chen’s spiritual world.

Just one battle had earned eight hundred mysterious crystals, and including the twelfth prince's share, the total profit was twenty-eight hundred.

So all he needed to do was unleash his full power, then seize the half-dead Lin Chen and take him away.

“Really? You’ve actually run tests?” Boss Zhao was momentarily stunned, then stared wide-eyed at Li Cheng.

For example, those who broke through the ultimate boundary would often use a ninth-grade true fire as their natal flame.

“Junior brother, we’re all from the same sect. Why speak so harshly to them?” At that moment, a streak of light descended, and from it emerged a figure in blue robes like ocean waves, even his eyes a profound shade of blue.