Chapter 36: I Will Remember

There was music in this world as well, though it differed from Ye Cheng’s homeland. While Ye Cheng was not a true opera aficionado, he could still sing a few lines with ease. He opened his throat and sang a passage from Farewell My Concubine:

"Lance in hand, I slew several Han generals in their camp, yet with enemies many and allies few, victory was beyond reach. Heaven has doomed Chu, this is not the crime of war..."

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That night, Lin Yun climbed into his bunk on time to sleep. On the other hand, Du Mantun was full of energy; he ran off to the adjacent hard-seat carriage. As he put it, back in his reconnaissance days, he always operated at night and had grown used to it over the years—sleeping early was simply impossible.

The gun’s muzzle, alight with an almost invisible ashen-black flame, spun in his hand for a moment before suddenly erupting—outside the door, a scream rang out.

"If you get the chance, you’ll see it for yourself. Then you’ll understand what true invincibility really means," Qing Wenlin’s eyes shone with longing.

It was like the difference between a Ferrari and a Volkswagen; even a hundred Ferraris could not compare to the value of the Volkswagen company. The latter was a pillar industry, enough to support the operation of an entire nation, while the former was merely a plaything for a select few.

"Let me be clear, this Beautifying Elixir must no longer be sold. Let’s keep it for our own use," Tang Ren reminded Zhou Yang.

Among the opponents in the finals, each possessed extraordinary strength, but the one who shocked Lin Ming the most was Jiang Boyun of the Sword Sect. He was a man Lin Ming could not read at all—too mysterious, his strength unfathomable. Facing him was like standing before the vast, boundless sea.

A black curtain of light spread from the Black God Armor to Mu Li’s left hand. Twin swords were raised and crossed toward the heavens, then sliced outward to either side, striking sparks in their wake.

Born in England, the homeland of horsemanship, he naturally harbored a sense of superiority toward those who lacked the courage to ride.

Old Master Xu’s "Dragon Soaring International" was also engaged in foreign trade, so conflict with Bai Fu was inevitable. Their fleets had clashed more than once on the high seas, and a deep-seated enmity had long taken root. The elderly man beside him was the expert Bai Fu had hired for consultation.

Only one person was an exception—Serveil stood with her mouth agape. She alone could sense the dragon’s might; the tier-five magical beast hadn’t been driven off by Tite at all, but had fled in terror from the dragon. Yet, seeing the rising morale and unity within her territory, for the first time, she wondered if her former convictions had been mistaken.

Lin Yang ignored the glutton and decided to practice the Hundred Meridians Divine Sealing Technique for a while to calm his spirit.

Yang Jian brought along beef, pork, animal traps, a spatula, and a whole assortment of unrelated items, cramming them haphazardly into his spatial folding suitcase.

"Oh my, the boss lady is looking so sexy today!" Just as Zhang Er was about to sit down, Sun Erniang walked over in this getup. Instantly, his lascivious nature showed itself—his roving hand reached out without restraint.

"Yes, yes, yes—Mr. Ogino turned himself in," one of the police officers answered promptly, nodding repeatedly.

"You really didn’t need to worry about these things. I spoke too harshly," Keijou Chisou started the car, already lagging far behind his companions.

Chang Yu kept silent at first, but hearing this, he realized the group was heading the same way as he was. There was only one road south, and they would be traveling together for several days, at the very least.

Han Xing took the lead, running with the personnel from headquarters to greet the pilots of the first J-20 fighter to land.

Shang Zhixin said, "Dear brother, it is time we had an honest conversation!" That was his true purpose in hastening after Qi Liang—he couldn’t broach the matter at the funeral.

Zhou Yang’s glasses had been shattered, leaving only an empty frame. Xie Pengfei’s face was bruised and bloodied in several places.

Six pallid paper effigies, their cheeks daubed with crimson rouge, slowly carried a black sedan chair toward Yan Ning. At the sight of the black sedan, Yan Ning’s face changed instantly.