Chapter 27: Selling A-Jian

"Why are you looking at the Heir? I told you to get up, so get up." Shen Shuyi finally reached A'jian and held out her hand.

A'jian still wanted to look at Pei Dongzhou, but Shen Shuyi said coldly, "What is this? Are you no longer listening to your mistress?"

A'jian rarely saw her young mistress with such a stern expression. Afraid to hesitate any longer, she prepared to rise.

"A'jian’s slave contract belongs to the Marquis’s estate. If a maid commits a wrong, I have the right to sell her off..."

With it, the moment they faced death, they could destroy all their treasures and precious possessions in a single thought.

Shi Yinghu felt a surge of masculine, scorching internal energy flowing through his palm and into his body, wave after wave, balancing the yin and yang taiji within him that had been dangerously close to total collapse.

"Clang!" The two swords collided violently. Shen Jian felt that He Xi’s strength was not great; with a forceful shove, He Xi was immediately repelled. At that moment, a chill struck from behind, and the electricity surrounding Shen Jian surged toward his rear.

Meanwhile, Shi Yinghu had already sprinted and vaulted his way to the inn. Through the collapsed wall, he saw Li Yuanlie run a middle-aged swordsman from the Ancient Sword Group through with a single blade. As he retracted his curved saber, a gaping wound was carved into the man's chest and abdomen.

With everyone covered in wounds and their weapons damaged, they had finally managed to survive this wave of lethal attacks.

"I’m actually curious, are you part hedgehog? You have so many needles on you." As he spoke, Du Feng retracted his long spear and tossed it to Ning Xiao, who was leaning against the wall clutching his chest.

Deyulan had said much, and while speaking, he glanced at the target standing beside him—the leader of the Arc Flame Adventure Group. He thought it was about time to wrap things up and naturally disclose the intelligence he possessed. Suddenly, he noticed something was wrong. Why had so many adventurers gathered around? What was going on?

In battles of this caliber, those who were too weak to intervene were essentially just throwing their lives away.

Whether it was the demonic path’s "Heavenly Demon Dissolution," the Buddhist "Self-Sacrifice Art," or the Daoist "Blood-Burning and Essence-Combusting Technique," all were fierce, but the side effects were devastating. The practitioner might end up with a severe illness or regressed cultivation; at worst, their meridians would shatter, leaving them crippled, and there were even cases of immediate death following the technique’s use.

The boy's thoughts changed every day. From his initial disdain—avoiding her out of fear of retaliation—he began to associate these feelings with the events of that day and inexplicably started worrying about her and her mother's situation. In this city, and indeed this country, there were four great families in the Chinese community that one could not easily offend, and it seemed they had provoked someone they shouldn't have.

Ai Jia and Zhao Rongrong were standing close to them, and upon hearing this, they both burst into laughter, then simultaneously covered their mouths.

He was barely holding on, relying entirely on his body’s abnormal self-healing ability to endure, though his vital energy and blood were severely depleted.

If you told me you were launching a rocket in a few days, even if the timeframe were short, I would believe you. But you claim the launch has already succeeded—believe it or not, I don't.

The imperial edict sent to Wuchang read: "Award Jiang Zhongyuan the top-grade plume and formally appoint him Governor of Anhui." It further ordered Jiang Zhongyuan to consider the urgency of the situations in Chu and Wan and to seize the opportunity to advance and suppress the rebellion.

The footprints on the ground disappeared at a nearby corner, and some sounds drifted faintly from that direction.

However, what appeared before Wu Fan now was a piece of high-martial-art equipment that had reached a theoretical peak.

Seeing the urgency of the situation, Li Chendian didn't dare to hesitate. He leaped up like a harrier piercing the sky, intending to seize the commander.

Old Man Tang held no hope for his request for reinforcements. He merely sent a perfunctory telegram to the Ministry of War. After downing a large gulp of liquor, he left his post and headed toward the church outside the camp.

To them, stripping Li Haiyang of his right to participate in formation flights was no different from stripping him of his qualification to fly. If he couldn't even take to the skies, how could Li Haiyang fight the Japanese invaders?