Chapter 43: Steel Transforms into a Gentle Touch

"Hello, Director Han."

A middle-aged man wearing a navy uniform walked up with a smile, and seeing Gu Hanxiao beside Han Mei, he greeted him warmly as well.

"Well, little Gu has brought his partner along! That's rare, truly rare."

"You... you've misunderstood," Su Nuan said with an embarrassed smile.

Han Mei helped explain, "Old Wang, stop talking nonsense. They haven't even written the first stroke of their future yet."

"Four-eyes, you need to step up your training. Otherwise, if you go on a mission like this again, I doubt anyone will dare take you out," Xuanyuan Yi said as he finished packing and walked over, slinging his tactical pack over his shoulder.

To avoid danger, Ye Mo and the others had no choice but to jump into the water first, and fortunately, they escaped without injury. After all, Ye Mo originally came from a coastal city, so while her swimming skills weren't top-notch, regular swimming posed no problem at all.

Qiutang kept his eyes fixed downward, completely unresponsive to the gaze Xuanyuan Tianxin cast his way.

Xu Qingshen's hands trembled as he held the remote control, which Fu Liuyin noticed as well. A sense of relief washed over her, knowing this was a good thing. She didn't need anyone to share this burden with her; she took the remote control from Xu Qingshen's hand and changed the channel.

Qin Miao also seemed to want some private space to talk to Qiao Ye. She nodded first, while Qiao Ye lit a cigarette, silently acquiescing to Chen Yi's suggestion. Yet I knew that he certainly wouldn't have a pleasant conversation with Qin Miao later; deep down, he was most likely brewing thoughts of divorce, something he felt must be done.

After all, the talisman spirit of this Flying Bear Formation exhibited extraordinary mysticism in every aspect, making it impossible for Yang Chen's array-master cultivation to fully comprehend. A single moment of carelessness could lead to unpredictable accidents.

Yet there was no way to change this. After all, everyone's cards had been reshuffled now, and harsh as the Buddha's words might sound, the things he analyzed were indeed the most direct truth.

His gaze was deep and dark. Dammit, even at a time like this, she still dared to mention another man's name. It seemed he had been far too lenient with her lately.

Right at that moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was piercingly sharp. Standing before him, Xu Buhan felt as though he had been seen through entirely by a single glance, leaving not a single secret hidden.

Before his cry could finish, Lang Zhan sneezed another "Achoo!" Consequently, his dart missed its mark entirely yet again.

Ouyang Feiluo's gossipy instincts were instantly stirred. She was intensely curious—would her cheap eldest aunt really steal Ouyang Bilian's jujube paste cake?

Trembling, Lu Qu turned around, not daring to look, while Cui Zhenhai and Wu Feng vied with each other to peer at the blade's entry point, only to see a silver needle stuck diagonally just above the heart, half of its length already buried inside.

Furthermore, Meng Fan did not know what kind of filth had usurped the divine statue; using the thunder technique that restrained all evils was the safest course of action.

With an expression of profound wisdom, the Slowpoke stared at the Magikarp, Psyduck, and Piplup washing ashore with the waves, its mind filled with enormous question marks.

Although Yue Chen could still withstand the elemental erosion of his body at this stage, he believed it was best to plan ahead for matters concerning life and death.

He was briefing others on matters to handle after his departure. Everything here was in a state of post-disaster reconstruction, and aside from himself—the "aboriginal" who knew everything—most tasks could not simply be entrusted to others, leaving him to teach them one by one.

Unlike Moling's crude hacking to split the raw stone, the old man's stone-cutting technique was more like an art. Like Cook Ding dismembering an ox, he peeled away the outer stone skin layer by layer until the treasure within was finally revealed.

It was blatantly clear that he looked down on Moling, feeling deeply envious of Moling's hard-earned fame and abundance of treasures—an attitude held by most people toward Moling.

As for these, the conger eel clan who had sworn oaths to the Heavenly Dao could no longer be considered part of the conger eel clan. Bound by the Heavenly Dao oaths, the heritage of the conger eel clan had been severed from them. Aside from certain biological traits and instincts, their descendants would inherit none of the abilities or memories of the conger eel clan, nor would they be born immortals.