Chapter 97: If Only My Wife Had Just a Bit More Stamina

Lu Jianwei was so exhausted that she didn’t even want to move her fingers. If it weren’t for the spiritual spring water easing her fatigue each time, she truly wouldn’t have been able to endure it.

Gu Huaizheng held his wife close and mused, “When the New Year comes, let’s go back to the Northeast. The kang in our hometown is even sturdier than this one. No matter what we do, it won’t collapse and won’t make a sound at all.

We can lay a few more cotton quilts underneath—warm and soft.”

Lu Jianwei listened, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She pinched his abs, but couldn’t grasp any flesh.

Upon seeing Fu Qingyang diligently studying, Lu Qing’er found him increasingly charming.

Lin Feng summoned his own spiritual power, and the demonic energy also responded to his call. The two forces surged like a mighty torrent. Under his guidance, the spiritual power and demonic energy transformed into three spears, each imbued with a deadly vibration aimed at Zhang Ling, who had been pierced in the abdomen by the soul-severing sword of the peerless demon.

Caught in a pincer attack from both sides, Shen Beilin was immediately trapped. Within less than a minute of the firefight, most of his troops had been wiped out, leaving only a handful remaining.

Previously, among the firearms taken by the encircling forces, only a few AKs and pistols were included—there were no sniper rifles with long-range destructive power. Shen Beilin was utterly bewildered, completely unaware of where the encircling side had acquired their sniper rifles.

She had been undercover under Jin Baishi for ten years, all for the day she could avenge her father. The days in hiding were difficult; she had to be intelligent, courageous, composed, observant, and able to respond with the best, most appropriate, and fitting words at the right moments.

Taking into account the bribe given to Luo Yuan, Jin Baishi’s total loss this time was one hundred eighty-six million.

Although Xu Feng fared better than them and they envied him, that did not mean they harbored jealousy or spoke ill of him.

“Alright then, I’ll have a glass of wine. You two just have a glass of juice, okay?” Wang Mang saw how determined Yongxiao was and didn’t insist on making them drink.

What surprised everyone most was the bracelet on his wrist—a string of deep blue beads, each intricately carved with a unique and rare creature.

The advantage of spirit attachment techniques is that one can bind their divine sense to an object, extending their perception. It’s perfect for surveillance. Moreover, it allowed Guibao to scout a large area; if any danger arose, he could react immediately.

They chatted and drank together. When the night deepened, Jiang Tian returned to the palace, Lei Lin went home, where Mi Lan sat smiling by the bedside waiting for him.

The Venerable Zhunti and several Buddhist ancestors of the Shimen Sect breathed a sigh of relief, exchanging a glance that bore a faint, bittersweet smile.

Once again, it was time for the spirit journey. Youyou saw everyone so passionately engaged in discussion but didn’t know how to join in. Eventually, Xing Zeyuan and the others reached a conclusion.

The path of the Dao is one to walk alone. Often, one must become ruthless and unyielding; otherwise, progress along the Dao will stall.

It was evident that the majority were northern soldiers. Nearly two thousand casualties were suffered in this round, causing the morale of the Northern Allied Forces to falter. The soldiers of the Wuqi family held firm, but those of the Bolton and Ailin families already began to grumble.

No sooner had the words fallen than the two launched their attacks simultaneously—no need for words, they unleashed powerful, decisive moves.

After a while, when the three finished speaking, Guibao gained a deeper understanding of their Wanqian Sect and even sympathized with their plight, though he was powerless to help.

Upon hearing this, Yuqing gazed at Shangqing and sighed inwardly. Shangqing himself did not wish to gather the Immortal-slaying Sword Formation, nor did he want the Jie Sect to again summon countless immortals. More importantly, he had made it clear to them that there would be no more slaughter, nor would he allow any saint to harbor doubts.