Chapter 47: Country Bumpkins Truly Are a Breed Apart

The three of them walked inside together.

Shen Ci took out the key, but no matter how he turned it, the door would not open.

“I didn’t bring the wrong one, so what’s going on? Why won’t it open?”

Both Di Yunshen and Shen Ci tried unlocking the door in turn, but it remained shut.

Su Qingli rested her fingers on the door; in an instant, a chill surged through her. Her fingers began to move across its surface, and at last...

“For example, the age gap between us, the so-called seven-year itch…” Li Wei felt that what he was saying was becoming increasingly irrelevant.

After Xu Shuzheng finished his speech, three soldiers climbed onto the barricade and tied a national flag to a pole more than ten meters high. When the bugler sounded the anthem, the flag rose. Once the ceremony was over, no one spoke to one another.

Li Wei stared in astonishment at the two before him. Inwardly, he thought, though he didn’t know why, that a challenge—“Come on, let’s fight!”—would be more appropriate. Could it be that the Japanese had truly been tamed by the Americans to such meekness, that nothing needed to be solved with force anymore?

There weren’t many accompanying them, as this visit to the Special Zone would not be long. After He Ximei finished her arrangements, she would pay a military visit to Huaxia as the highest-ranking commander of the Special Zone, in response to their previous invitation. Meanwhile, Zheng Qi and the others would return home with them.

“Impossible. You will become the second greatest Naga in history,” Venus declared without hesitation.

“Slow down! What’s with this lousy car? Why is it swerving so much?” Liu Yihua, having just experienced a harrowing car ride in the capital, was now especially wary of both the vehicle and the road conditions.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Dequan immediately understood what was meant. Gazing at Han Wutian, who appeared young but possessed a mind far beyond his years, he pondered for a moment before finally speaking.

“You, embarrassed? Really?” Tang Jie scoffed from above, her lips curling despite her face turning an alarming shade of red. She looked as if she’d witnessed something miraculous.

A few wild monkeys dared to act up before me? I’ll see you destroyed. Wu Chi drew the Lightning Golden Rainbow Sword and, with a flourish of “Plum Blossom Three Movements,” unleashed three brilliant sword flowers, stabbing toward them.

Zhang Can instantly turned around, wanting to investigate. He ran back for more than ten meters, but all that greeted him was endless grassland. He scratched his head and forced a bitter smile. “This is just too incredible, too unbelievable…”

Aside from the pills Ling Feng provided, he had nothing else for his shop—not a single facility, let alone any professionals.

Going home should have been a longed-for, blissful affair. Yet, at this moment, when Zhang Can spoke of going home, it struck Gao Yuan and Zhou Nan as something terrifying and uncertain.

The Fire Qilin replied once more. Ling Feng let out a breath of relief and nodded silently to Anshan, who was still trapped there, before quietly leaving the Five Divine Peaks.

Energy is the root, while technique and realm are the branches and leaves—the display of power. Between those with equal energy, the one of higher realm can often win with ease, sometimes even overcoming the strong with the subtlety of their mastery and control.

Zhang Guonian was a true farmer, an honest man through and through. He simply couldn’t wrap his head around these matters.

A blazing sword-light gathered in the hands of Yi Qian and Yi Xue. The sword aura shot straight into the sky, its sharp presence rampaging everywhere.

At that moment, the pair of conch shells, neglected for so long, extended their filaments, attempting to prop themselves up and flee. But escape was impossible. Yang Hao watched the shell try to run, and with a light tap of his gold ingot, the shell flipped over and landed exactly where it had started.