The Guardian Officer Descends in Twenty Days!

“It's hard to explain over the phone. I can only tell you that Qiuhan sent me to find you. He said you know something, right?” the madman asked.

In this desolate wilderness, not only would it be impossible to find the owner, but even if they did, he wouldn’t return it. What a joke—finally having a chance to strike it rich, how could he just hand it over?

The match officially began with the jump ball between Meike and Valanchunas, and Meike secured possession with his leap.

“Huh?” Yexi noticed a crowd gathered tightly around the bounty board ahead, packed so densely not even water could seep through. Curious, she fluttered her wings and soared over the throng, landing right at the front.

Mulin made a tactical adjustment based on Wang Jin’s stamina decline in the previous match: he decided to free Wang Jin.

The second elder Tian, already weaker than the first, posed no threat to Jiang Feng with his attacks.

Ye Xuan pinched a minuscule drop—one ten-thousandth—of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Water from a porcelain bottle, formed a hand seal, and instantly the water transformed into thousands of streams of vapor, surging into the withered wood.

Master Meng specialized in this field—choosing company locations, assessing feng shui, and avoiding developmental bottlenecks. Once Master Meng’s touch was involved, everything would proceed smoothly, obstacles effortlessly overcome.

However, Zhao Qingluan was destined to be disappointed. Ye Xuan’s eyes were like an unfathomable icy pool, without a trace of emotion.

Around seven in the morning, Fang Ya woke up. Her head still ached a little. She shook her head, recalling that she had drunk again at the Red Mansion the night before.

While the body soaked in the “life-sustaining liquid,” consciousness could be trained in another way: by letting Lu Xuan and Shao’er’s consciousness enter the virtual network community.

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Only then did Mrs. Wang relax, leading the two inside. Xiao Yueming carried a basket to buy groceries, while the fat man prepared several wild vegetables, a plate of fish maw, a large fish head, and five salted goose eggs cut in halves and artfully arranged on a dish like white clouds cradling the sun—quite a sight.

When the scholars gathered in the main hall and saw Song Chuyi, many were somewhat surprised, as with anyone seeing her for the first time. Earlier, Song Chuyi had been disheveled, her tangled hair covering much of her face; now, with her hair neatly tied up, she clearly appeared to be a young boy.

Upon hearing Tian Lu’s remarks, a slight ripple stirred in the conference room.

Yun Xiangrong changed her clothes, donned a veil hat, left Liu Yue and her mother to guard the house, and went out with a heroic bearing.

Obviously, after receiving support from twelve warships, the landing fleet no longer needed direct assistance from the combat fleet.

Zhao Deyan’s face showed suspicion. He moved his lips before finally saying, “Then take your time browsing.” With that, he bid farewell to Ren Yuan.

At 8 a.m. on March 28, West Coast time in the United States, the operation known as “the final landing battle” officially commenced.

From Du Heng’s expression, Song Chuyi could tell he took the matter seriously. She thought to herself, only a few days and she’s already so sought after?

Li Zhong’s expression turned cold. He swung his five-colored blade at a huge rock. The blade gleamed, and the boulder, over a man’s height, was shattered into pieces.

After hearing the nine people, their bodies trembled slightly. Given the intelligence network of the Proud Sword Manor, they knew this target was extremely tough. Yet they quickly regained composure, their expressions resolute.

Chen Tian shifted his gaze to the white snake. Above the transparent serpent’s body, a thin black stripe began to flicker.

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This fragment matched exactly with one of the many ripples on the stone gate, though only half of it. He pondered silently—could it be that he was meant to carve the other half of the ripple? He stepped forward, extended his finger, and completed the fragment according to the stone gate’s pattern.

No one had ever knocked the sword from his hand. Moreover, his opponent was only at the third level of the Transformation Divine Realm. If he broke through to the Divine Position Realm, he would gain the strength to challenge him—making it even harder to kill him.

When the dantian is infinitely magnified, one realizes that Wu Feng’s dantian was divided into three parts. Although initially the three spiritual forces cooperated to break through the dantian, once inside, the three spirits began eyeing each other fiercely, none willing to concede.

“Water Dragon Wave,” the Tianhai Holy Sect’s water control technique, was naturally peerless. Fortunately, the opponent was a fire-element cultivator, so this elemental advantage gave him a significant edge, bridging the gap in cultivation.

From here westward to the Western Buddhist Kingdom lay tens of thousands of mountains, teeming with demons and monsters. Though he was no Tang Monk Xuanzang, encountering such creatures could still pose mortal danger if he lost.

“So strong,” Chen Di inwardly sighed, feeling the spiritual force emanating from Chen Wei.

This well-laid plan was indeed impressive. Unfortunately, their intricate schemes ultimately underestimated you, the anomaly, and their conspiracy was bound to fail,” Yuan Canghai analyzed thoughtfully.

The two simultaneously grunted and nodded, reluctant yet forced to acknowledge this fact.

Zong Yang looked up at the giant bird descending, only to realize it was not a real bird but a wooden bird made of timber and iron, painted with colors. Everyone in Innocence City knew this wooden bird—called a Mu Yuan—was a masterpiece of the Yin Yang Palace’s mechanical arts.