Chapter 28: Heading South, Going North

Qin Yu could sense the presence of people around him, yet he could not discern their exact positions. No matter how loudly he called out, the person made no move to reveal themselves. In the end, Qin Yu could only give up.

He returned to the medical clinic. Upon seeing him, Doctor Liu immediately began to introduce, "Mr. Qin, I have not yet had the chance to..."

Such a formidable soul cultivator—yet Ye Feng claimed he could kill him without using a single shred of soul power. Naturally, Yue Lan could not help but be astonished.

Everyone was stunned into silence by this statement, especially the elders. Only now did they realize—Dugu Hong’s words felt like a reproach directed at them, leaving them deeply uncomfortable.

"You truly are exceptional. I already admire your courage alone," the old lady replied to Huang Fei’s admonition, not with anger, but with appreciation.

Yu Dayong found it amusing. What real authority do these people and departments have? Wouldn’t it be easier to go straight to the top leader? Why all the theatrics?

Father Wuyu replied offhandedly—it wasn’t that she couldn’t see, but rather that Lianlian was never there to begin with.

Qin Hao raised his sword to meet the attack. The clash of blades was relentless, like a torrential downpour that left him gasping for breath. After only a few exchanges, his wooden sword was knocked flying.

"Spirit stones!" Dugu Hong’s expression remained impassive. This provoked Xuanyuan Haotian to the point of lashing out at him; if Xuanji Zi hadn’t held him back, he would have done so.

President Zhao was an old hand at this—loan sharking was his secondary line of income, and by far the most profitable one. How could he not understand Yu Dayong’s concerns? He pointed and said, "President Yu, do you know who Fang Fang really is?"

"Very well!" Ziyun Yuan walked to the door, pressing his hands against the ice-crystal surface. The cold seeped into his palms, making him nervous. The retired emperor of the Ice Cloud Kingdom—this meant that the person inside was Murong Tianlan’s own grandfather.

Invited by Wei Dasheng, Yu Dayong took another shot of aged vinegar, then hurried to the restroom. He unfastened his belt and relieved himself, but ended up with sticky hands. As he washed, he realized with surprise that it was actually nectar.

Having risen from the military, with a soldier’s background and a nearly flawless record of political achievements, Reinhardt had shaped himself into a superpower that anyone could accept.

This child would often emit strange howls in the middle of the night. Stranger still, at times, a faint black glow would emanate from the child, which Daniu had witnessed on several occasions.

The fat man hadn’t finished speaking when a series of anguished screams rang out, accompanied by the snapping sound of bones breaking.

Suddenly, in Tang Seng’s ear, the usual notification for receiving the Journey to the West beans became incomprehensibly alluring and strange.

"If you don’t come out, don’t blame me for not being polite!" Han Xueyi shouted again. All at once, she felt as though she’d been slapped hard on both cheeks, one after the other.

"Brother of Cloud City, why did you do that? Didn’t you hear my master speaking to you?" At this moment, Yuxu staggered over and rebuked him angrily.

"Sister Moyan, is there something else?" As Yu Wan’er helped Shen Zicheng up, she turned to ask Moyan.

From afar, the two mountain peaks looked like giant blades, crossing the land in a formidable display.

Why was it that, after crossing into this world, Reinhardt—despite knowing that a joint offensive with Japan against the Soviet Union would ease the German army’s future burdens—could never get past that psychological barrier and accept the enthusiastic offer of cooperation from the Japanese?