124. Capturing Yuan Tan, the Long Blade Stained with Blood

As evening approached, twilight descended.

In the council hall of the commandery office in Ye City, Hebei, the eldest son Yuan Tan, chief administrator Xin Ping, attendant Ju Hu, and garrison commanders Su You and Han Meng were gathered for a meeting.

Yesterday, Yuan Shao had sent a messenger to inform them of Cao Xin's schemes. With Cao Xin’s forces soon to arrive at the gates of Ye City, they were ordered to bolster their defenses and remain vigilant, for any negligence would be disastrous.

"Master Xin, where has the rebel Cao’s army reached?" Yuan Tan asked, his eyes fixed on the map of Wei Commandery.

Ye City was situated in Wei Commandery of Ji Province.

Mu Cong possessed a baby face that made him look exceptionally young; those unaware would have mistaken him for a college student, though in reality, he was nearing thirty. Born into a world of endless ninja warfare, he had long since understood the harsh realities of life.

Just as the others were deep in thought, Nan Jiayin suddenly spoke. His tone was remarkably indifferent, lacking any sense of awareness that he had committed an act capable of upsetting the balance of things. He spoke as if discussing the most trivial of daily matters.

That man had actually vanished three hundred li away in an instant! Yi Qianxing was startled, but a grim sneer soon curled his lips. He flicked his hand, summoning a long whip; a moment later, a celestial radiance tore through the sky and vanished without a trace.

Gan Jiang and Mo Ye were a pair of swords forged from deep affection, symbols of true love. By bestowing them upon Shang Mengqi, Qiu Shaoze was signifying that their bond would be as undying as that of the legendary blades.

In Yanjing, it was not only Jia Hexuan who was shocked by the news; Shen Poju, Qin Zongheng, Zhao Wuji, and others were equally stunned upon hearing it.

Xiao Rang stood tall, chest out, and declared with masculine pride, "Naturally. Has Big Brother Xiao ever told a lie in his life?" Only then did Tong'er show a hint of joy.

Huo Lei led the three of them into the cave, taking the lead. Lei Li carried the Golden Blade of the Thunder God, its purple-gold radiance illuminating the cavern as the four ventured deep into its depths.

After finishing his call, Zhou Yang sighed, his shoulders slumping as a look of exhaustion crossed his face.

Enormous wings sprouted from behind Lin Yun, and his body became densely covered in feathers, while his fingernails grew long and sharp.

At this moment, Shinji lay in a large bathtub, with Aya diligently massaging him from behind. Her techniques were highly professional, and he felt as though he were ascending to heaven.

For the first time, Chu Qingchen felt her limbs grow weak. She had not climbed very far, yet she was already panting like an ox, her arms aching and limp. Qin Mubai, who was carrying Chen Jiaxue on his back, would occasionally turn his head to pull her along.

Chu Qingchen pretended not to hear, changed the empty IV bag, and drew the curtains to let Qin Mubai rest.

The blood from Ye Wuzi’s entire body erupted from the top of his head, yet it did not scatter in all directions, nor did it fall upon Ye Qingyang. Instead, as if bound by an invisible force, it coalesced into a sphere of blood floating in the air.

Having completed a hat-trick in less than half the match, Feng Quan suggested to Diego Simeone at halftime that he be substituted to conserve energy for the second leg of the Champions League quarter-finals three days later.

Above these alchemy furnaces, curls of smoke rose incessantly, and even within their inner chambers, vibrant, kaleidoscopic lights shimmered.

With the two sides separated by over four hundred meters, they tacitly refrained from launching an attack. Li Wei’s artillerymen were restless; holding red-hot iron tongs, they were impatient to light the fuses.

Consequently, faced with the stalemate of the human army, Kulas grew increasingly agitated.

After all, in this bitter cold, even though there was a stove in the office, He Yue would surely catch a cold if things continued this way.

"Strike me with a punch. I want to test how much strength you possess now!" that dignified voice commanded once more.

Gu Yun’s gaze grew more solemn. He had not expected Lin Ran to have mastered the Nether-Roaming Step. She had not used it in previous bouts, so he had been completely unaware.