Chapter 120: The Stratagem

In truth, Liu Amin’s thinking was quite simple. In these times, human life was valued deeply. If something uncontrollable happened inside the mine and people died, most likely the mine would have to shut down, or at least there would be a period of turmoil. But if accidents kept occurring, then this place would be abandoned altogether, and those people would naturally come to cause trouble themselves. At that point, there would be no need for Liu Amin to do anything; the place would be doomed on its own.

“You shorty...”

“Forget it, you fool,” Schneer said, startled. He had only spoken casually, not expecting the other to take it so seriously. He curled his lips in disdain at the protestations and impractical words. He didn’t want to say more. This guy was clearly stubborn as a mule; it seemed he’d have to run headlong into a brick wall to learn his lesson.

At that thought, a sudden flash of insight lit up Xia Jiang’s mind. A new thought emerged, and his expression changed instantly. He moved swiftly, darting toward the mountain gate. Yet to his surprise, he saw his steed lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and utterly limp. Looking around, the place was deserted and silent; finding another horse now was utterly hopeless.

“Takahashi-san! I advise you to see reason! The Empire’s Greater East Asia Holy War has achieved unprecedented victories. Don’t be so stubborn!” A sharp, grating voice seemed to flare up in his ears once again.

The sky of 1942 was studded with countless stars, the cold moonlight illuminating everything clearly. The waterways of Baiyangdian revealed a unique nocturnal scenery, starkly different from the daytime.

Using alternating techniques of Earth-grade Purple Clouds Breaking the Sky and the Multicolored Floating Lotus along the northernmost Sea Wall of the mainland, Long Chen reached the Grass Mountain area in just five days. After moving through the Teleportation Stone Array into the Capture Arena, he quickly disguised himself before stepping onto the teleportation array headed for the City of Heaven.

“This... isn’t this my cousin’s writing?” Zhou Yunran recognized the handwriting in the exercise book Zhang Yicheng had brought.

Zhao Lei’s face was grim, his clothes stained with blood. The several students around him were disheveled, evidently having suffered much hardship during the protest march.

Soon after, sensing no sign of Zhang Pa in his divine awareness, Emperor Xi sighed softly, left the inn, and flew toward the Sacred Palace. At any rate, he would spend a few days training first. As for taking on disciples, as Zhang Pa had said, it could only come by chance; one could not force fate.

“You mean Master Ren? That’s an old friend of my father’s. Both my dad and my uncle know him!” Zhang Yicheng said proudly.

Finally, Murong Ke seemed satisfied enough and lifted her to the water’s surface. After a vigorous shake, water droplets fell from his body.

Bai Hanyan suddenly closed and opened her eyes again, finding Duan Changge’s face still before her. She was resting her head on his arm, her cheek against his chest, having slept the entire night. She felt as though the world had turned upside down. She sprang up from the bed, disregarding her shoes, and ran out barefoot.

As Gu Tianhao closed to within ten meters of Shu Xiaofeng, an overwhelming and terrifying spiritual power suddenly exploded beneath his feet.

“As your inner demon and your host’s companion, our relationship is both adversarial and friendly. We’re like brothers. I believe you’ll back me up and cover the consequences!” The inner demon replied. Having said so much, Zhou Ye surely owed him a few kind words in return.

The other three elders, having been forewarned, didn’t bother to glance again.

“Nothing better to do, just refining materials gets dull. I thought I’d go out for a walk to clear my mind,” Zhou Ye answered.

Without realizing it, the Tiger Demon had already escaped to Shuanghua Town. Having heard of the coexistence system between demons and humans in Jiaomo, the Tiger Demon swaggered into town boldly in his tiger form. Hua’er and Wangsheng were on the street shopping for items needed for a birthday celebration when they suddenly spotted the White Tiger.

“I know you have compassion, but this is his fate, and his own choice. No one else is to blame,” Duan Changge said calmly, holding Bai Hanyan’s fingers tightly, offering her some comfort.