Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Patron Comes Calling

Because of the incidents with Feng Feng and Aili Corporation, Yan Xuan no longer had the heart to attend the third day of the conference.

The final day of the meeting was essentially devoted to participants raising questions, followed by group discussions.

Yan Xuan originally didn't want to go, but at nine thirty, half an hour before the ten o'clock admission, Master Zhang Jingsen personally called him and insisted on his attendance.

After some thought, Yan Xuan washed his hair...

The reason for his momentary daze was simple: the cold and aloof Ye He turned out to be one of the twelve instructors of the Blade Dao.

It sounded like an excellent skill for enhancing fleet combat capabilities, but in practice, it was utterly useless! Especially during routine formation drills and battles against the Abyss, this skill completely restricted the normal combat performance of formation teams.

Yang Ze's actions had already severely damaged the reputation of the Bai family. After all, if this matter got out, it would be a laughingstock.

Fortunately, the Changjian-I type was a new carrier aircraft with vertical takeoff and landing capabilities; if it had been a World War II-era propeller-driven carrier plane, Chi You’s reckless throwing of knives would have sent them flying into the sea as fish food long ago.

Under the astonished gaze of the man in black, Yang Ze lowered the cloth strip and revealed his true face. At the same time, he drew out his credentials and showed them to the man.

Before him stretched a tranquil valley, lush with flowers and verdant grass. At first glance, aside from the beautiful scenery and the abundant spiritual energy in the air, there seemed to be nothing remarkable about the place—no caves or abodes were visible.

Dragging a girl—or even a group of girls—into a hot spring with a complimentary, over-the-top holy light? Heh, the World Spirit would like to state that no such complimentary service exists here.

“Now’s the time!” The moment the ancient sea beast left its lair and swam into a nearby trench, Xian Cun seized the opportunity and struck fiercely.

When he considered that the main office was not much different from this security company, Zhao Feng couldn’t believe he had abandoned his leisurely days at headquarters to come live this drifting, difficult life aboard a ship.

Although they did not see Badaluo, they received a letter from Miluxiu, bearing his unique seal. None of them doubted its authenticity and took immediate action.

Aunt Chen left the courtyard, cursing under her breath the whole way. She had not expected the lady of the house to be so resolute. What made her even more anxious was that, if this marriage fell through, she’d have no one left to rely on.

The Fox Lord with the Ghost Mask was playing the zither under a tree. Even when the Wind Demon Lord and Green Mountain Demon Lord landed beside him, he did not stop, only raising his head when the piece was finished.

After a brief period of development, thanks to its shameless bio-proliferation and resource advantage, the Source of Chaos fought the two sides to a standstill. Eventually, something shifted, and the Source of Chaos and the Harvesters gradually merged forces, pressing the Quelians—who were trying to reclaim their homeland—so hard that they could barely breathe.

With nothing pressing at hand, Hu Dingzhong began teaching the two of them martial arts. Li Nan had already swallowed a Marrow Pill, but thinking further was pointless, so he simply calmed his mind and focused on learning from Hu Dingzhong.

Sitting there, Bai He could feel all eyes constantly falling on him. He was at a loss, staring at his reflection in the gleaming tabletop for what must have been the hundredth time—his face looked much like it had when he was eight or nine in his previous life, except for the striking contrast of pale red pupils and pure white hair, which made him stand out far too much.

Just how strong was Shimura Yang now? They didn’t know. But surely, in the entire ninja world, no one could rival him!

Lu Shaoxi knew full well that his background had been thoroughly investigated, so he recited his carefully prepared explanation without hesitation, claiming he had studied martial arts from a secret manual passed down from his father.

“No, I’ll keep trying to eat more,” Mengqi said, biting off a piece of meat and swallowing it with a frown.

Chen Juan tightened her grip on her longsword and shouted, “Hong Renhai, face my blade!” Ignoring the stiffness in her limbs, she leaped into the fray.