Chapter 56: Conquering Wen Min

"Your stance is a bit off. Your feet should be staggered, one in front of the other, to maintain stability."

Wen Min placed her hand over Zhao Chen's, correcting his grip and posture, her entire body pressed almost flush against his back.

Feeling the warm, soft curves of her body, Zhao Chen could not help but feel his heart flutter, though he feigned composure on the surface and said, "Sister Wen Min, isn't it a bit inappropriate to hug me like this? Besides, you smell so intoxicating. Aren't you afraid I won't be able to control myself and do something to you?"

"Is that so? Do you have the nerve?" Wen Min teased with a smile. "Besides, you're so nervous—don't tell me you've never touched a woman before?"

"Uh, well, that's not true. I've touched hands and waists before."

Hearing this, Zhao Chen...

Judging from the map, apart from Ethiopia and the nations in southern Africa, the rest of the Indian Ocean region was exclusively under the dominion of Arab rulers. It could be said that they had already entered the sphere of influence of the Arabs.

His gaze drifted from time to time toward Zhang Zhizhong, eager to see if this second-in-command and high-ranking party official might become a breakthrough for him.

Hurring onto the bus, Zhao Guoqiang found four or five empty seats remaining. He chose one near the window and sat down, looking out at the busy crowds of travelers being seen off and welcomed.

The key lay in making this siege look completely authentic. Otherwise, it would be impossible to divert the Mohists' attention, and thus impossible to give the Six Ministries of the Song people within the city a chance to launch a coup.

After his cooking skill within the system reached the advanced tier, Linton's mind had been flooded with a vast amount of culinary knowledge from this continent, which naturally included information on numerous ingredients and their preparation methods.

Song Mingjing chuckled dumbly, too lazy to waste words. With a flick of his finger, an invisible streak of vital energy surged from his fingertip.

They dared not jump to conclusions now, as any erroneous judgment could lead the military to take misguided actions and cause irreversible consequences. Therefore, until their intentions were fully ascertained, no one would speak with absolute certainty about the speculations in their hearts.

The Thunder Generals had learned the Myriad Thunders technique from Meng You, enabling them to gather the most infinitesimal bolts of lightning from the air, dust, mountains, and rivers. Consequently, its power was immense, forcing the Ghost Demon King to keep its distance, not daring to draw near.

Within a few years, tremendous changes had taken place, and numerous workshops had sprung up. Even before getting close to the city, throngs of people could already be seen.

"Wankou Mountain is indeed extraordinary... I must establish a foothold here first and then wait for my Master to arrive..." The White Bone Madam regained her composure and decided to proceed with her original plan.

"Lord Prefect, I have brought back the heads of three Ghost Sect members, including one warrior at the half-step Five Elements realm," Miao Chan's voice rang out.

As if a keyword had been triggered, his absent gaze tightened slightly. Suddenly questioned, he found himself at a loss for how to respond, mainly because he had not expected her to ask such a question.

The other deities—except for Ei and Nahida—also thought of this. They exchanged glances, nodded gently, and maintained a tacit silence.

This was a desolate wilderness. As far as the eye could see, there were only half-green, half-yellow low bushes and patches of wild grass, with barely even a tall tree in sight. Lifting one's gaze to look far into the distance, one could see the hazy shadows of mountains where the sun was just beginning to set.

She said she wanted me to teach Ye Tiantian a lesson. Back then, she acknowledged me as her boss, so naturally, it wouldn't do for me not to help her.

Near lunchtime, Ye Tiantian called Lin Xianchao. The call went unanswered, but it did not show as powered off.

By the time evening came and it was time to head home, Mu Zhaoge had managed to catch fish after fish. She made a mental calculation that they must weigh at least a hundred pounds or so, leaving her utterly exhausted.

If that malicious illegitimate younger sister were still around, today would also be the day she first attempted to poison her.

It was not only that their Jianfeng Special Operations Team had fallen time and again to Yang Rui, nor was it merely that Chen Xiewei had sneaked into the safe zone to take away Shen Xinyu, and certainly not just that Su Qianrou had been deflowered by that wild boar Yang Rui.

After thanking the boss, the two walked outside. The onlookers, seeing that the spectacle was over, dispersed as well.

With Shen Guanghan putting it that way, Feng Yunyan still felt a jolt in his heart. What Shen Guanghan said made sense; he truly could not afford to be so rash about this matter.

The purity of the blood Qi within the Tiger King jerky was not inferior to the vital Qi and blood within most cultivators, and might even surpass it. Converting it into undying blood Qi would be an easy task.

Thus, Zhang Xiaoyu and another classmate walked one behind the other, each holding onto a stick.

Long Jiuyue could not help but smile bitterly to herself; this time, she really had gone a bit too far out on a limb.

Witnessing this scene, Dong Qiuyu was dumbfounded, hardly believing her own eyes. Then, in a flurry of panic, she fished out her mobile phone and began snapping pictures of Song Ankang and the armored wild boar.

There was a rule among diviners that needed to be kept in mind when serving in other countries: diviners from different nations would not work together, nor would they have excessive interactions with one another. This was the exact reason why Mao E was so utterly shocked upon seeing the arrival of the Kunyang diviner.

Shen Bujian looked up to appraise him. He appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with handsome features and clear eyes, looking very easy to get along with.

She meticulously filmed footage touring the room and hotel environment, effectively and earnestly advertising for her sponsor dad.

This Paladin looked me up and down in astonishment, unable to clearly distinguish whether the person before him was friend or foe.

Before Leng Xiaoxiao could react, she saw the sky seem to be violently ripped open by a massive gash, which presumably was the result of the blade's strike just moments ago.

Murong Zhi by her side sensed the unease in her mood, turned her head, and asked, "What's wrong? Does something hurt?" Though she was usually talkative, she remained somewhat silent at this moment.

The divine dragon transformed from the chaotic stone spear was sharp beyond compare and unstoppable. In a single thrust, it pierced straight through the chaotic fierce beast. A torrent of the beast's blood spewed forth, its aura dissipated, and it perished on the spot.

The Dark Demon God was already beginning to tilt toward Tianmen. With no other choice, Tianmen offered the realm of beyond-sage supreme power and could even produce the Primordial Purple Qi. Such a faction surpassed his imagination, and coupled with Hongjun and the various sages, any person with clear vision knew which side to choose.