Chapter 176: Search

"It's not heavy at all, just try it," he said, moving to squat down and put it on her.

Lin Lu took a step back, dodging his hand.

However, Lu Ting forcefully pulled her ankle, unceremoniously yanked off the ruby anklet, and replaced it with the diamond one.

Unable to win against his stubbornness, Lin Lu had no choice but to submit for the moment.

When she bent down to pick up the anklet Lu Ting had discarded on the ground, he reached it first...

"Heh, that sounds a bit chilling, even terrifying!" Lefay laughed nonchalantly.

What Yang Yi said on this point was the absolute truth. He had always believed that win-win was the ultimate principle, especially when it came to subordinates. Only when your subordinates lived well would they truly pledge loyalty to you. If they couldn't even afford a meal, loyalty was nothing more than a joke.

This fire was extraordinarily formidable, one of the rare innate spiritual fires of heaven and earth known as the Innate Glazed Fire. As a supreme sacred fire of the West, it could incinerate all living beings in heaven and earth and burn every creation across the cosmos. Even a quasi-sage, without an innate spiritual treasure in hand, would find it difficult to withstand its divine might.

The storm had passed, leaving only a scene of utter devastation. The corpses of fallen soldiers lay scattered haphazardly, and riderless warhorses let out pitiful snorts. Even though Yang Yi had suffered minimal losses in this massive battle, at least several thousand men had died. Yet, they had won in the end. Remembering the peril of moments ago, Yang Yi felt somewhat dazed: Did I really win?

With a deafening crash, the Azure Lotus Sword collided with a burst of golden Buddhist light. Clustered spheres of golden light exploded, transforming into billowing golden mists that vanished into nothingness.

Kong Lin took the umbrella, lowered her voice, and said, "Thank you, General." Then, growing a bit bolder, she stole a furtive glance at him.

Half an hour later, Heng Shui and Qing Yu rendezvoused. The men behind them were already gathering various materials and magical artifacts. Everyone within the Divine Martial Sect capable of combat had been completely slaughtered, while those without the strength to fight were left entirely unattended.

Yang Yi... regardless of how long he had been in the fairy tale world, habits formed over twenty-some years were not things he could change overnight. He usually spoke this way, and Forman, Andrei, and Greta were long used to it—no one asked such tedious questions. Princess Sophie, however, was extremely curious, but wasn't this curiosity a bit too overwhelming?

At that time, Ma Wu had only around a hundred men with him, and this battle was recorded in genuine history. According to historical records, Ma Wu was completely surrounded in this battle, and was eventually captured alive after Niu Gao's forces suffered heavy sacrifices.

I cannot say there was anything improper about Uncle De's arrangements, but as their brother, I could deeply empathize with what the two of them were feeling right now. Aside from trusting me, they had no other choice left.

Leaning against the stern of the boat, Wang Fan listened to the sea breeze and the crashing waves, occasionally adjusting the course to avoid losing the trail completely.

Daoist Yunzhong was suddenly enlightened. While finding it rather interesting, he also felt a deep sense of worry for this student of his.

Rode and Leafia exchanged glances. Both of their faces flushed slightly red, but they still nodded, indicating that they had mentally prepared themselves.

It took Li Zhao a full hour to finalize the blueprints. He immediately took them to find Master Long and the others, who were working overtime to manufacture the threshing machines.

At the hour of Mao, a misty drizzle began to fall once again, fitting for a season of restlessness. Jiang Ning opened the door, stepped out with light and cautious steps, and stood in the rain. She extended her hand to catch the fine drizzle. She hoped her efforts over the past few days would not be in vain. She was waiting for Xie Yuyin's anger to subside, and she was also waiting for the ban confining her to the Qiuyi Palace to be lifted.

Recognizing Zhang Xie's sorcery, Tu Fengshan withdrew his hand, abandoned his offensive stance, and leaped backward through the air, landing back where he had started his attack.

Jiang Ning stared fixedly at Xie Han. Their eyes met, yet she could find no reflection of herself within his gaze.

Along the entire path, countless bone fragments exuding a chilling aura were scattered across the ground, a horrifying and startling sight to behold.

Moreover, she could not pass the medicinal formula on to the villagers so they could gather the herbs and save themselves until they were well enough to move.