Chapter 933: Return Flight to the Northern Territory

Riding in a helicopter bound for Section One of the North, Xia Qing sat at the machine gunner’s post, always alert as she scanned the sky for birds through the firing window.

After the cataclysm, flying became the preferred way for people to travel between bases.

With Hui Three Base’s flagship crop X-2 gaining even more popularity and their pharmaceutical sales soaring, the number of passenger planes, transport aircraft, and helicopters running between Hui Three and other bases had at least doubled. Xia Qing’s—

To her surprise, the source of the noise downstairs was none other than Mo Xun’er. A few shady young men had surrounded her, and one of them leered as he spoke.

Bai Shu held her bow in one hand and stepped forward, her effortless and confident movements just as practiced as when she used to handle talismans.

Along the way, Ye Xian watched his calm guide and thought he’d definitely made the right choice. Old Liu really was something—he’d arranged for someone to wait downstairs for him ahead of time. Clearly, Old Liu had predicted he would return today.

It really seemed like Yang Yan had put the past behind him. Instead, he turned to Zhou Hanyun to ask how preparations for the jewelry store were coming along.

“Junior Sister Lu… help Lin Yu, will you? We won’t need you here for a while.” Ren Yuyou saw right through Lu Lingmeng’s thoughts and prompted her in a gentle voice.

The Master Chu that Sun Baxian spoke of was also one of the four leading alchemists of the pill chamber, named Chu Liuxian. Now a lower-ranked alchemist, he was already 173 years old—with the second highest standing among the four, right after Ning Baicao.

“I’m your opponent!” Yan Zining’s voice was cold and commanding. She descended like a war goddess, stamping her foot down as if the entire world might shatter.

The Marvel universe was no ordinary world. Edwards Stark had already invented the hovercar by the end of World War II, bringing anti-gravity technology into military use.

Because of her years of practice, Lin Jiufeng had never really counted how many elemental laws she had mastered.

She and Locomotive had met at a company training camp. From meeting to falling in love, it had already been five years. Their affection never faded.

Ling Jing couldn’t stand that no one believed her. Furious, she bounced around the sect like a madwoman, only to be seized by her suspicious disciples and brought before Xuan Qing, accused of being a demon in disguise.

So Fu Huanzheng had known all along: Linghu Heshang wanted to transmute him into a vital essence, to resurrect the spirit beast—the Nine-Headed Python.

Assuming nothing went wrong, he’d never have to use this number—after all, he had no intention of going to Yan Capital’s first underground city.

As he finished speaking, his voice sank, thick with persuasion, eyes sparking with excitement.

She’d clearly done something guilty. Every little sound set her nerves on edge. After missing her chance to trip up Ruyi and finally catch her breath, she couldn’t help but feel jumpy, watching for any sign her secret might be exposed.

At first glance, the buyao hairpin didn’t stand out. But nestled in Su Yuniang’s hair, it shimmered gently, making her look otherworldly—like a fairy who could only be admired from afar.

Injecting the evolutionary drug gives you an eighty percent chance of becoming a first-rank evolved fighter, with the strength to lift a thousand pounds.

Shen Qi was nearly a jack-of-all-trades, but there were still things out of his reach—like playing an instrument.

Instead, their eyes were all empty and lifeless, like puppets on strings following the group without a single thought.

Raising rabbits over the winter had helped them survive their hardest times. The sheepfolk were fully on board with farming. With most of the males out hunting, the females all stayed behind to open up and cultivate new fields.

“Told you it wasn’t ages ago, but you never listen.” Diao Lang kept picking his ear, explaining the situation to Man Ling piece by piece.

It took less than half a year for Lu Guozhen’s graduate student to switch majors, joining the School of Environmental Science and Engineering.

Tian Ye nearly rolled his eyes as he cracked an egg into the pot. He didn’t rush to cook the noodles. Instead, he slipped inside to get medicinal oil and told Tian Jiazhi to strip in the yard so he could rub the medicine in.

“A man in black robes gave me ten taels of silver and told me to do this. If I pull it off, he’ll give me another five hundred taels,” He Xiangyang sobbed.

The dean of the Seventh Academy holds the world’s strangest extraordinary power.

If not for Huo Qishan and his three companions holding down the four directions, he would have been hard-pressed to deal with the aftermath of the Mist Sea Formation.

Shen Qi kept browsing and found an interesting student group called the Yan University Stray Cat Care Association, or “Cat Association” for short.

Even so, Peng Yuxin still heard about it. She kept pestering me for answers—I had to laugh and insist I didn’t lose a single hair before she finally calmed down.

Yan You’s entire body trembled as a strange current shot through his organs. Everywhere he touched felt hot. When he snapped back to reality, he was already gone at the stairway’s edge.

The punishment kiss came fiercely. His soft tongue claimed her, lingering and savoring every moment, filled with deep longing and obsession.

Tang Huaiyin was in front of Nan Yu, so she couldn’t see who had arrived, but from this angle, she could easily watch Tang Yingnan’s reaction.

The old man watching was none other than Jin Sihong, lord of Yun Prefecture. The moment the Raptor Mercenary Group went to war with the two other merc squads, he started paying close attention. This was the biggest fight between mercenaries in Yun Prefecture, and he couldn’t afford to ignore it.

Yan You sat quietly on the small stool, feeling his cool fingers brush her nape from time to time.

Yaosheng Maichi had to collect payment—no way would the Hyakude Clan dare to renege. As for the chief patron of Shinmu Corporation, the Hyakude Clan would never offend him. In fact, they’d likely pay more, not less, if he demanded it.