Chapter 53: A True Man

A compound bow like this, especially in the hands of such burly men at close range, truly possesses tremendous killing power. That’s why the two of them stood confidently behind, certain that if the young man dared make even the slightest move, they would act without hesitation, and Yang Gui would instantly take him down.

Cao Bin merely smiled and said nothing. He walked over to a nearby cabinet, opened the door, and placed his hand inside. Of course, this cabinet...

The old hermit, a silent cultivator, greatly feared death. Possessing deep confidence in his cultivation and abilities, yet aware of his poor luck, he had learned many life-preserving techniques to ensure his survival.

Although Situ Rong was startled at first, she quickly regained her composure upon realizing it was her son.

The chase and flight between the two mirrored the earlier scene almost exactly, the only difference being that the roles of pursuer and pursued had now been reversed.

Now, over twenty prisoners, each with their own orders, came to find Jin Chenghu to carry out their mission together.

Gu Wanqing missed her second shot, for with the grenade’s explosion, the Japanese soldiers had scattered and hidden, and her bullet found nothing.

Qiao Ying’er leapt onto her Lion’s Roar steed at the call, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared at the end of the road.

The Bloodthirsty Mad Wolf roared, its body swiftly expanding, and at that moment, Zhang Hong’s fighting power increased by another ten percent. His skin darkened with a crimson hue, and his eyes seemed on the verge of bursting from their sockets.

Azadas and his companions, upon their return, built a mausoleum for Tyr, placing the legendary artifact—the Silver Hand—within as a memorial. They also sealed the temporarily deceased Zakaz inside, setting a powerful magical barrier to prevent Zakaz from rising again and wreaking havoc upon the world.

Earlier, half the journey had already been completed before cultivation began; now, only half the distance remained to obtaining the complete secret trove.

“The problem is, I have no way to contact the organization right now.” Even meeting with Xi Chen and the others had been difficult for Liu Yuhang, let alone making contact with the organization.

Not only did the two men in black suits in the downstairs living room hear the cries for help, but even the two outside in the yard did as well.

However, just as we thought the situation was turning in our favor, there was a sudden disturbance in the woods. Fang Heng ordered everyone to halt and listen carefully. Everyone drew their pistols, loaded their weapons, and remained on high alert.

“No need, you go about your work. I’ll be back this afternoon. There’s no reason for you to delay business on my account. Besides, home isn’t far from here; it’s only a few minutes’ drive.” I started toward the sofa, and Shen Yi followed, pulling me down to sit beside him.

Unsure how to respond, I fell silent and sat to the side, fiddling with my fingers. Before long, sleepiness overtook me, and I ended up napping on the edge of the bed.

“Your body is truly very weak. If you insist on getting out of bed, I can guarantee that you won’t make it out of the ward before collapsing,” the nurse continued when she saw I remained silent.

“Are you sure you want to throw me out?” Wanyao straightened up unhurriedly, hands on her hips, looking down at Ye Hua with absolute confidence. She was nothing like her previous delicate, frail self—one might say she had been reborn.

The youthful innocence that once graced that face had long since faded. Her features grew more distinct, her eyes dark as ink, lashes thick and overlapping. Unlike the coarse skin of ordinary servants, hers was clear as snow under the bright moonlight.

Everyone at the table understood perfectly well what Nangong Qiao meant, yet none knew how to offer comfort. This sense of helplessness weighed heavily on them all.

In truth, so-called insomnia is nothing more than a lack of exhaustion—either the body isn’t tired, the mind isn’t tired, or neither is tired.