027

Finally, on the afternoon of the fourth day, the moment they had been waiting for arrived. Gong Xi, who had left Jiang Cheng’s home in tears that day, returned as if nothing had happened, just as she had many times before. Bai Xue immediately braced herself, standing on guard and urging Xiao Geyan to change into their gear alongside her, ready for action at a moment’s notice.

Yet, every time she considered that everything had started because of her, she could not help but feel a sense of guilt and unease. Now that Zhongli Mo had stated it to her face, she felt even more bewildered and lost, almost at a complete loss for what to do.

“Your Highness has come late at night—is there something you wish to instruct Xue’er?” Xue’er’s gaze remained fixed on the water, her voice, colder even than the moonlight, finally shattering the silence of the night.

Li Jiancheng coughed, suppressing a chuckle. It seemed his son was simply too blunt in nature; he could hardly blame him for charging toward a panicked horse.

With these words, the solemn atmosphere of the arena was completely shattered. The disciples of Mount Shu turned beet-red, desperately trying to hold back their laughter.

Supporting one another, they fled the north side of the city and ran for nearly an hour without stopping, only slowing their pace once they reached a rugged, mountainous region.

Wisps of purple smoke drifted from the incense burner, carrying a refreshing fragrance that, upon inhalation, cleared the mind and left the body feeling entirely at ease. What burned within that vessel was calming incense, worth its weight in gold.

Qin Tian was stunned. Was this thing truly so powerful? Could even someone of Luo Qiuyu’s cultivation level fail to suppress it?

We also managed to acquire a good number of violet-gold tier items on the ground, mostly metal and leather armor, with a very small selection of weapons. Moreover, these drops were concentrated on the monsters I had personally slain. It seems my luck stat of 41 is quite effective after all.

“I recall my visit to the vassal state two years ago as if it were yesterday. Since that blood bodhi seed came from his hand, could it be that it isn’t the miraculous medicine it’s claimed to be?” An Lingrong’s face curled into a cold, cruel smile.

In less than five days, a third of Ye Dong’s territory had been seized. Several clashes had resulted in heavy casualties. Ye Dong had his reservations; if the fighting became too frequent, too vicious, or too intense, he would have trouble answering to the city authorities. But his opponents had no such constraints; they had no roots here, and if things went south, they could simply pack their bags and flee.

For some reason, Shen Lan suddenly blurted this out. It was a flash of intuition, and though she could not explain the specific reason, she felt it was simply the truth.

However, just as she turned to leave, her body moved against her will, turning back around and walking step by step toward the flayed, blood-drenched figure.

The figure in the green robe vanished into the vast night. Lingxiao had his men surround the Dream Garden tightly, leaving no escape. She chased out the door in a rush, but caught only the resolute shadow of a departing figure in the night.

Li Chao rushed out of the commander’s tent, issued orders for the infantry to fall under the unified command of the commander’s headquarters, and led five thousand cavalry out of the east gate of Jia County, galloping away.

Yet, Yelu Yun’s intentions were not aimed at Jin Hua Sanren, but at Hu Yue. Ever since the incident with Yuxiazi, he despised nothing more than those who stirred up trouble, finding them even more detestable than true villains.

The few people in the room wore expressions of sorrow. The old sect leader had a difficult temperament, something Qi Lie, as an outer disciple, had never personally experienced. He had spent his entire life traveling and had never even met the old sect leader, but under the influence of the heavy, mournful atmosphere, he could not help but shed tears.

They must be star-crossed enemies; every time they met, they either came to blows or ended up in a heated argument after only a few words.

However, just as Lin Zhengdong was rolling up his pant legs, preparing to run, a black car pulled up in front of him. The driver’s side window rolled down, and a man’s head poked out.

The I-401 was currently less than two kilometers from its previous position. In other words, the deep-sea heavy cruiser on the surface had long since entered the I-401’s detection range—it was, in fact, even closer than the two deep-sea submarines had been.

“Let’s go, we’ll be on our way shortly,” Tang Sanzang said with a smile, looking at Sun Wukong. These ladies were not to be trifled with; if they got into a bad mood and beat the tailors here to death, it would be quite awkward when they left Qianliu City.

Meanwhile, the internet was in an uproar. Countless fans were left dumbfounded by the result. They claimed they could not comprehend such an outcome, feeling that this choice showed a lack of respect for tradition and logic, and was an insult to a World Cup champion.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the direction of the main hall. Everyone looked toward the door, their faces filled with surprise to see Tang Sanzang and the others walking in, completely unharmed.

Jiang Liu was shocked. He kicked his left leg out, aiming for the Dazhui acupoint on Qing Ze’s back. This strike forced the enemy to defend, and though the man leaped up to avoid the blow, he was forced to release his grip on Jiang Liu’s pulse.

That’s right. Back in the original world, Zhenyuan, who had defected to the human side, had once clashed with Nagato. Even if she were unwilling to admit it, Zhenyuan knew she could never be a match for the *Nagato*. Regardless of the strength of the hull or the weapon systems, the opponent was far superior to her at the time.

Actually, when you think about it, it makes sense. Having been in the outer sect for so many years, we’ve rarely had so many people gathered in one place outside of special occasions. If we don’t take this opportunity to properly spar and turn our years of insight into instinct, it would be a real loss.