Day Thirty-Five: No Thoughts

"So, you were robbed by the Navy?" Luca was not particularly surprised; such situations were commonplace during wartime.

A large basket woven from tree branches slowly descended from above, suspended by thick vines the size of a wrist.

In less than a minute, the calculations were complete. The position of every drone and the target of every first-wave bomb were precisely determined.

At CCTV, the technician's words made Xiang Qian laugh. The first episode had barely passed its midpoint, and it had already broken a three percent rating. Such viewership figures spoke for themselves.

In this moment, not only he but the other thirty trainees felt the urge to curse; they were all subjected to this bizarre training.

It was rare for the colleagues Wang Ge was familiar with to gather together, which lifted his spirits considerably.

Similarly, Alibaba and Yahoo China were in a spat. Alibaba accused the other party of illegally scraping Taobao's data; the dispute between a rising capital star and an internet hegemon naturally drew much attention.

"Don't cause a scene, Ziling. Can't you see her teeth have grown that long? How could a normal person be like this!" Dou Cheng exclaimed.

Ruhua's hesitation, seen by those present, seemed to stir up even more sinister thoughts in some.

Lin Xiu slowly looked up, gazing at the lightning tribulation that tore through the sky like a giant dragon, hurtling toward him. With a flick of his finger, a dark golden figure shot out and collided fiercely with the bolt of lightning.

There were four horses in the painting, each a different color and with a different expression. The only thing they had in common was that all four were running, lifelike and vivid.

As Lin Xiu scanned Dragon Coil Valley, the space behind him rippled, and a peerless figure slowly emerged—it was Han Yudie.

The subject of conversation remained Yan Tianyou, who had dazzled at the Grand Court meeting that day. Many turned their gazes toward him, whispering to the officials beside them.

"I must have just recovered from a major illness. Stop spinning, you're making me dizzy," Lixin said, her tone tinged with a faint smile.

Recalling the suffering he endured the two previous times he entered, he had forgotten everything else, and his heart ached faintly.

Mo Ran had been to this place before! She looked at the Underworld Wolf in surprise, watching its massive body pace beneath the black wall. Its gray-white fur, crackling with electricity, looked majestic, as if it could disperse some of the gloom.

"Yue Yi, you've worked hard!" Seeing that her household members had all arrived, a faint smile appeared on Madam Xiao's face as she spoke kindly to Yue Yi.

Only a few days had passed since they arrived in the Western Lands, and such things had already occurred. It was clear how terrifying the Beast King Ridge's control over the Western Lands was. To act without knowing anything was suicidal, and for a moment, Lin Chuan was deeply troubled.

He wanted Di Hezai to stay close to him after entering the thick fog. It wasn't out of fear, but as a zombie, he had absorbed many others' memories during his cultivation. The illusion was designed to disrupt an intruder's memories and draw them into one phantasmagoria after another derived from those memories.

Thus, this was all Huang Shiyi doubting himself, failing to believe in his own abilities. He would be his own undoing through such suspicion, and now Lu Yan was hoping that Huang Shiyi would quickly implement the plan; he couldn't wait to see the results.

Ye Jingfeng seemed unwilling to listen to Lin Peng's complaining; with a "Bang!" he kicked open the door to the "Gravity Barrier" and tossed Lin Peng inside.

It turned out that Elder Qian had long anticipated such a situation and had specially forged a soft sword for him out of thin, flexible willow branches, allowing it to be coiled around his waist for emergencies. It was this sword he had just drawn to secure an unexpected victory.

Liu Hong said, "Good! I approve of this as well!" To the money-grubbing Liu Hong, the tax revenue from Liang Province was mere pocket change; only the spoils of war from Liu Fan could satisfy his cravings for building palaces and acquiring beauties.

Hearing this, he pushed open the door, only to see Jiu Qiansheng removing makeup at the vanity, and he was instantly stunned.

"Even if... the price of gaining power is the sacrifice of those evil spirits, does it not matter..." the mysterious soul whispered, enticing him.

Immediately, an argument broke out at the high platform, and the spectators sitting on the staggered circular steps around the arena began to discuss the matter. In this way, Gu Luo became the focus of the entire training grounds.

"Sure enough, ginger is spicier when old. That young master Gu Yong, no matter how good his talent, cannot compare to this seasoned middle-aged man. A head-on clash with him is unrealistic." Frowning, he pondered for a moment, then twisted his sword tip, changing his stance in a continuous flow to sweep across the blade's edge.

While claiming it was a laughing matter, Qing Yue clapped and laughed, clearly teasing Gu Luo for the embarrassment written all over his face.

Everyone was tired and thirsty, only to realize that no food had been packed in their bags. They were already far from the Akemeng tribe village, making it even harder to find sustenance. Even if the villagers were willing to sell them food, they would likely be too afraid to eat it.