Garbage Planet (3)

At this moment, the counselor was resorting to 'public opinion' to handle matters. When that failed, he sought out an easy target to vent his frustration on, which was indeed improper. Gu Panpan felt flustered by the gossip and, overwhelmed by sudden shame, hurriedly fled. The two locked eyes. Yue Feng’s expression remained calm and unreadable, but in Mo Xiaofei’s eyes, it was as if she was facing a madman.

And yet, under such pressure, he directly confessed to bribing the instructor to frame Yue Feng. Of course, even if an ordinary person had taken that knife, it would’ve been futile—after all, there were so many firearms present. This made the Starry Sky Squire regret his actions; things were becoming more complicated, and after dealing their enemies a heavy blow, he feared Li Gu might truly recover fully.

What made the two men’s faces darken was the absence of Chu Yuan among the young generation of Divine Card Masters who emerged from the secret realm. Yet, he had directly claimed first place, which suggested his heroic spirit was even more formidable, filling him with confidence.

“If this is how we present ourselves, the audience might think we’re just another mainstream stage production. In the end, no one will watch.” It was no wonder Guan Qi could grasp the market so well; by arguing daily with those unscrupulous marketing accounts, he’d already learned what content could stir public opinion.

“You look familiar. I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.” Richard frowned, recalling the contents of the sheepskin scroll. She had once read in ancient texts about something called the Yin-Yang Mirror, which could reveal the balance of energies in a person. That was why the Moon Lady had only to glance at her a few times to recognize her true nature.

This was the Crystal Staff. No matter what magic was cast, it could never affect the wielder—not healing spells, not attacks. The staff’s attacks were always ineffective against its master. Even if spells rebounded, they could not harm Yuan Ji in the slightest.

He Ruier approached with trembling steps, his speech stammering, so terrified he couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

Upon reaching the Western Market, as per custom, beheadings took place under the western archway and flayings under the eastern one. That morning, a group of attendants built a canopy beside the eastern archway for the executioner’s officials to sit under, with a sturdy forked wooden pole erected in front.

This time, it was not an airship that came to transport the warriors, but a warship—a medium-sized multifunctional troop carrier.

When Jiaoyu returned to the pine grove, she found Meier already waiting impatiently. Though Meier was still lively and talkative, Jiaoyu felt her spirits had diminished lately, perhaps from lack of rest.

Since he had not revealed his identity, the people did not kneel in greeting. After a simple bow, they withdrew, each privately speculating about the guest’s origins—what sort of background warranted such humility and caution from the old master?

At this moment, her heart ached, yet she did not know how to tell her parents that she had fallen in love with a man.

“Where are Father and Mother? What have you done to them?” Nangong Yi grew more and more convinced that Nangong Ye must have staged a coup, and his greatest fear was for the safety of the Emperor and Empress.

“I haven’t forgotten who I am, but you cannot kill Zhao Yue’er!” She paced before Yuan Ji, gazing into his emotionless eyes with gentle resolve, hoping to reason with him.

“Eat… eat…” Seeing her fingers pulled away by Helan Yao, Long Shaoyan looked pitifully at her, his voice weak.

He poured a full bowl of blood into the prepared bamboo syringe, removing the foam. Gripping the nearly three-millimeter-wide needle, he pierced the man’s vein and began transfusing the blood.

With a palm strike across the air, he hit Poison on the head, forcing his enemy to expose a vulnerable opening. Then Yi Yan used acupoint strikes again—this time, he no longer needed to hold back, for even if he injured his foe, it mattered little.

In other words, at full strength, his abilities far surpassed Xuan Mingzi. If not for Xuan Mingzi’s successful sneak attack back then, Dongfang Xi’s fate might have turned out quite differently.

It seemed he was unlikely to get anything useful out of his cousin for now. Tang Jie’s eyes darted, already plotting how to coax information from Wang Yue in the future.

Bei Liangya, frustrated by Xie Anshan’s polite yet unyielding response, snorted and fell silent.

A stabbing pain shot through her chest like lightning, radiating down her arm. Before she lost consciousness, she vaguely saw several anxious and terrified faces.

The guests promptly adjusted their behavior, resuming their conversations as if they’d never seen me. With the oppressive weight lifted, I immediately felt at ease, and the resentment I’d bottled up during my exile in Shangyou dissipated with a sigh.

It would subject a person to unbearable itching and pain, day after day, year after year, relieved only at the attacker’s discretion. Combined with certain medicines, the pain could be managed, which was why it could be used as a means of control.

After freshening up, the three of them sat in the living room for breakfast. Tang Yuyan suddenly took out a tablet from her bag and played a news video from an online media platform.

Hearing Yue Xia mention that the Lady of the Moon Palace once spoke of her on the Road to the Underworld, she recalled her first encounter with Master Yan Luoniang.

“This time, our forces outnumber the enemy two to one, and our advanced weaponry far surpasses theirs. Victory is surely within our grasp,” the others chimed in.

“The medicinal ingredients you mentioned have almost all been gathered, except for the Iceheart Fruit,” Long Yuntian said quietly, signaling the man in black to withdraw.

Yuan Xing’s timely intervention saved Ma Mingyang’s life, though the fellow seemed oblivious, still firing tirelessly.

The next morning, Yuan Xing rose early, packed his things, and left the base.

Zorn, witnessing the scene, nearly lost his composure, but his noble upbringing helped him keep it together.

After each battle, the Zero Distance Mercenary Corps would carefully reflect on their experiences. There is no such thing as love without cause, nor success without reason. Their current status was earned through their own diligence.

Unless the opposition had special goals in mind, battles were generally fought in space or at high altitude.

Zheng Ji nodded approvingly, “You did the right thing.” For all his former ferocity, the Three Tigers could sometimes be surprisingly thoughtful.

Li Tieling’s office in the Capital Prefecture dared not intervene, for these aristocrats wielded far greater power than the prefect himself, and the authorities had no wish to provoke them.