Chapter 94: The White Silk Vampire's Anatomy Class

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window of Room 8012 at the Regal Grand Hotel, there stood a commercial tower directly across. Chen Ge landed atop the building, halting his advance. Pressing his palm down, spiritual pressure surged like a tide into the cylindrical artifact, causing the high-level script carved onto its surface to flash violently. The artifact suddenly emitted a transparent beam, like an invisible arrow, shooting straight toward the window of 8012. The light penetrated the glass and seeped into the living room, silently diffusing through the space.

After all, he had served in the Ji Family Army of the War Realm and had seen many large-scale battles; it was instinctive for him to think in such terms. Staring in the direction where Windfall Feather disappeared, Lin Pokong’s fists, purple from pain and rage, plunged deep into the soil beneath him.

At this moment, Qin Xuanyue, hair disheveled, face flushed, radiated a vibrant glow. Yet everyone knew the old man was at the very brink, a fading ember flaring one last time before extinguishing. In this world, aside from Senior Brother Li Rui, no other man had yet caught the discerning eye of Long Yan.

With doubts clouding his mind, he gazed at the calm He Qingfan before him, aware this was an exceptionally fierce battle and that he must give his utmost—otherwise, blood would be spilled and defeat inevitable.

Just as she helped him to sit, the man gave a gentle pull, causing Chen Rong to kneel by the couch, unable to resist. She hadn’t even sat upright before he rested his head upon her lap.

A hundred fierce, stalwart nomads wheeled their horses around, charging off like the wind. Their speed now surpassed even their arrival.

“Are you badly hurt?” Han Qiming stepped forward, helping remove Wang Zihan’s shoulder armor. Blood immediately seeped through the fabric beneath. Han Qidi, eyes red, hurriedly brought over a basin of warm water.

Jiang Shan looked at Huangfu Yan with meaningful eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips—though that smile seemed to carry some inscrutable implication, provoking a swirl of speculation as to its true meaning.

Their curiosity was boundless: what exactly had the two imperial teams done to provoke such fury from three factions?

“What did you say? Infuriating! Bald monk, watch as I strike you down!” Sun Wukong, enraged, struggled to rise and slay Xuanzang.

Meanwhile, under such circumstances, Coulson met his long-unseen subordinate in the agreed restaurant.

Many shared the same thought, and Tony understood their reasoning. His expression was grim, yet he maintained a businesslike demeanor as he spoke.

He had already grasped what had just transpired. He knew clearly that he had been betrayed by Victor. There was no longer any pretense between them—only one outcome remained: either you die, or I perish.

The disparity between the two was vast; reckless contact would only render one side a vassal or slave. As a member of humanity, he truly did not wish to see such a fate unfold. Thus he hesitated, unable to firmly choose his stance.

The Soviet Union was never like Britain or any ambitious region striving to become a global financial hub. The Soviet model had always been centered on real manufacturing, with resource trading or financial maneuvers serving only as supplementary means.

Reform by Luo? Luo’s southern tour? Guan Xiao rolled his eyes, surprised that those brothers’ father was so attuned to the times—perhaps even a production brigade leader or something of the sort.

Under the suppressive energy of the mysterious waters of the Well of Eternity, the demonic power that had previously filled his entire body was now compressed to one side. His physical state was peculiar: his left half was saturated with demonic force, wholly transformed, while his right half surged with pure natural life energy.

Seeing Lin Jianqi, Ren Darong felt a sense of relief. The big shot he followed was none other than Baron Lin Jianqi of the Bauhinia Flower, whose fief was Hong Kong—surely nothing would go wrong.

It was no wonder Deputy Director Huang wore such an expression; technology always advances step by step—no one can leap forward overnight. If Runhua Industrial claimed to produce a decent truck, Huang might find it plausible, but to say they could build a reliable heavy-duty engineering vehicle chassis?

All work-related calls were routed to Jiang Feng, who would first answer and then decide whether to transfer them to Gu Yanmo.

He sat beside Liang Kexin, extending his arm to embrace her, intending to comfort her with a kiss. But upon seeing her makeup, he decided a gentle pat on the head would suffice.

Elder Chen was publicly subjected to slow execution; even knowing full well, he was overwhelmed by shame and his expression darkened, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.

She thought Si Sheng might appeal to sentiment, perhaps invoking Si Shangshan or Si Fengmian to make her willingly divulge news of Fan Zicheng. Yet Si Sheng asked nothing, nor did she even attempt to start a conversation.

Yang Yunhui followed Cao Zixiao quietly toward the capital, never imagining the second young master of the Hu family could be so ruthless—even plotting murder.

“These next few days, we should continue to accumulate merit intermittently. Let’s slightly expand Autumn Peak Mountain’s usage permissions, and after some time, perform another Rain Summoning spell, gradually extending its reach across the entire Fulin City.” The vessel laid out its plan.

“Ning’er, Tang Yuqiu and Situ Yachen aren’t the same. Tang Yuqiu has already established a relationship with Ji Youran, but what status does Situ Yachen have to come here?” Gu Yanmo retorted.

Yang Yunhui shook his head; he certainly trusted Yuchi Jinglin, but the collapse of Sharr’s perfect image in his heart left him feeling hollow.