Seventy-Six: Casting a Divination

Pei Xiunian had originally planned to personally visit the Divine Mechanism Battalion to inquire about any unexpected or novel inventions they might possess. He intended to study them himself, to see if they could be useful for future endeavors—after all, it was only sensible to make the most of every resource. Of course, the Astronomical Directorate dealt with more research, but the strategic importance of the Divine Mechanism Battalion was greater, making it more immediately valuable than the Astronomical Directorate. Moreover, the Astronomical Directorate itself was not entirely trustworthy; even the Empress Dowager thought it wise to minimize contact with them.

Princess Grand Minister Shui, dressed in blue robes with her face veiled so her features were indistinct, spoke with a voice as clear and refreshing as a mountain spring, piercing straight to the heart.

“I just wanted to say you don’t have a big mouth, hehe~ but your eyes are large,” Kong Qi said, delighted to see Lu Xiangbei. After the disaster, she had encountered few living people, and those who posed no threat to her were even rarer.

In less than a fraction of a second, the training room’s steel walls—over a meter thick—exploded with a thunderous crash, as if struck head-on by a plasma laser cannon. The entire wall shattered into countless pieces in an instant.

“They can’t be so selfish, hiding those secret techniques,” the leaders of the other sects all agreed in unison.

If one were caught off guard by such a concealed attack, anyone—even a master of the fifth realm—would find it difficult to react in time.

The formation was broken, and several dim formation stones fell to the ground, making it easy to guess that these objects were the core of the array.

This young officer, though somewhat timid when facing Yixian, was able to remain calm and command his soldiers effectively at the critical moment, achieving a brilliant victory.

Since the masked men did not communicate audibly, Kong Qi had no idea how they coordinated. Judging from the current situation, it seemed that those who carried explosives inside had an agreement with those outside: when the explosion sounded, it was the signal to retreat.

After all, both parties involved were already dead; neither A Li nor Lu Qingfan could do more than speculate—they could not be certain.

The European Golden Ball is awarded before the FIFA World Player of the Year, and while their focus differs, if a player possesses both ability and reputation, there is truly no difference between the two honors.

In any case, as soon as the government soldiers learned to “endure” the onslaught of wind and sand, the strongest power of Zhang Jiao’s Taoist magic would immediately descend.

Yang Mo shifted to the sofa, and Zheng Xiujing was finally able to cling to his arm as before, chatting and laughing about something funny on her phone—while beside them, Lin Yoona felt uncomfortable, not just in her heart, but physically as well.

At this point in the song, Chen Yu knelt on the table and began to cry. The music stopped, and everyone gathered around, watching him.

“I am not concerned about Jiangxia,” Zhuge Liang sighed, pointing to the ground beneath his feet. “What worries me is right here!”

“Li Yuanhua’s troops number only twenty thousand, while our Xiong Guo Army has a hundred thousand—at least fifty thousand of whom are cavalry. If he thinks he can devour my hundred thousand with just twenty thousand men, I’d like to see if he has the teeth for it.”

Yuangong’s palm strike poured down like a tidal wave into the coffin below, leaving the giant centipede inside stunned and limp, unable to move a muscle.

As Proxeus spoke, Dongfang Chen’s excitement and amazement grew ever greater, never imagining that the vast universe could hold such wondrous sights.

He didn’t think too much about it; he simply felt this was the most exhilarating and the best way to earn merit, so he proposed it. His suggestion was immediately met with much approval.

In the previous round, Pei Yuanqing and Ran Min’s fight was a direct clash of strength, so at this moment, Pei Yuanqing’s martial prowess reached one hundred and twenty.

Both manufacturing bureaus originally belonged to the imperial court, and their engineers came from families that had served since the founding of the dynasty. Yet unlike the northwest, where defending the northern frontier against the demon clans was a grave matter, and Grand Tutor Mo Yunhai personally oversaw operations, the Northwestern Manufacturing Bureau never worried about its livelihood.