Chapter 152 Impossible to Repay

When Fang Xiao returned to the Taoist temple, Daoist Priest Pang was sitting in a wicker chair in the front courtyard, smoking a cigarette.
Wisps of smoke curled upward, dissolving into the night sky.
Pulling himself together, Fang Xiao smiled and said, "Brother Pang, I'm back."
"Mm."
Daoist Priest Pang nodded. "I know. How was the haul this time?"
Without hesitation, Fang Xiao took out all six hundred and fifty spiritual stones stored in his spatial inventory.
"Brother Pang, here—"
Audrey said again that she wanted to forge a lesser divine artifact for Watcher of the Nightly Stars, and that the compensation should be demanded by Watcher of the Nightly Stars. Therefore, Watcher of the Nightly Stars quite reasonably stepped forward, claiming that he was just missing a lesser divine artifact necklace.
Du Enming was not angry either, because he and He Yaoying had long since lost any emotional attachment; a marriage certificate that had lost its meaning was the only thing temporarily linking their relationship.
"As long as you tell the truth, I'll let you go! If you don't tell the truth, you'd better watch out or we'll roast you and eat you," Zhang Tianmu said with a smile, speaking casually to Li Mingbo.
Zhang Fei was in the middle of a fierce killing spree. Seeing someone charging over, he immediately left a squad of men to tightly guard the military rations, while he himself took the lead, charging forward with a long spear.
"Madam, I understand your meaning, but I simply cannot tolerate Stilwell's distrust of our Nationalist Government, nor his contempt for the combat effectiveness of our armed forces," Chiang said to Madame Chiang.
"When Mr. Mao comes to power, the Sino-Soviet border will undoubtedly become tense with swords drawn!" Colonel Horn said knowingly.
"Ameg! Where is His Highness Cadia? We must see him immediately!" Elder Nangbu'ang practically roared, his complexion turning pale and ashen with extreme humiliation. And understandably so—anyone watching their own kinsmen treated as cannon fodder would harbor resentment.
Although the scene of over a thousand rogue cultivators gathered together was somewhat chaotic, everyone had come out of respect for the Zhao family. Nominally, Zhao Chenfeng was still their leader, so upon hearing his shout, the crowd—though falling short of absolute obedience—gradually quieted down.
No matter how vast the ruined palace was, it could not accommodate a battle involving two million combatants. Therefore, Watcher of the Nightly Stars and his group only brought one million believers, and only brought ten thousand into the ruined palace at a time, keeping the rest outside to be rotated and replenished according to the situation.
At this moment, the sounds of shouting and scuffling not far away grew increasingly intense. One could easily imagine that the brawl between the two sides had entered a white-hot stage.
At this moment, Chu Yan's mind was like a place filled with thousands of voices, each with its own thoughts and each wanting to assert its own opinion. Covering her ears did no good; she could still hear countless voices echoing within.
Su Yao glanced at the weather forecast for City H, which predicted snow for the night, specifically noting that Mount Moyi would experience heavier snowfall, and reminded tourists to mind their travel safety and keep warm.
"Go on!" Xiao Yiqin pressed further, a strong and lingering premonition stirring deep within his heart.
"Reconnaissance company?" Mu Yang was confused once again. Having overdone his act, the military units here should logically belong to Liyue's world. With no other choice, he turned his head and looked at Liyue.
Jiao Yang raised a hand to wipe away the saliva stain she had left behind, offered a faint smile, then turned, ducked into the car, and drove away.
Surpassing the world with boundless techniques, the Supreme Leader possessed limitless speed, flashing directly past the crowd of powerhouses in an attempt to break through their defense line in one breath and strike Bai Ye's side.
After she finished tidying up, she heard a commotion from her mother-in-law's bedroom. Knowing that her mother-in-law must have woken up, Zhou Ziwei secretly rejoiced that she had set an alarm. She then proceeded to brew Qin Sihao's herbal medicine, praising her own virtuous nature inwardly as she busied herself with chores, feeling more and more energetic.
The driver asked no further questions, started the car, and drove off. Yuan Lili sat in the car, drowsy and with her eyes closed.
"It is never too late to have a dream. Dreams bring passion, and as long as one persists and works hard, I believe I will do a fantastic job! At the same time, I hope to use insurance to help more families, ensuring they can all be healthy and happy." Zhou Ziwei's voice was passionate and stirring.