Chapter 39: Negotiations Between the Two Sides

Those nearby quickly heard the commotion on the mountain and looked over with uncertainty. "This is bad. Why did that sound just now remind me of Zhuzi?"

"They’re fleeing that way! Hurry and give chase!"

Another group hurriedly arrived at the spot where Zhuzi and the others had been ambushed. Seeing them tied to the trees, they were shocked. "Why are you tied up? Was it those little brats? Damn it, if I catch them—"

At that moment, Daoist Duobao said, "The sect leader disagrees, clearly favoring the Jade Void Sect and discriminating against us. If the Twelve Immortals won’t act, then so be it." Nearly eight thousand disciples of the Chanjiao Sect were nearly wiped out by the Xuanjiao Sect. Such deep hatred could never be forgotten.

"Your temper is just too good!" Raising her eyes, Qu Die saw Gu Zhan had already returned. She couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless, yet the rough old man, standing over six feet tall, simply gave her a goofy smile.

"Princess Natasha, greetings. Pardon our boldness, but might you introduce us to your teacher? My friend here is also from the Moon Rice Kingdom!" Yuan Zhou spoke first.

"Go now and find a suitable nearby location to serve as the temporal gateway. It must be hidden and absolutely undetectable."

The enemy’s counterattack followed swiftly. They were not afraid to engage the Chinese army in a machine gun duel because they had grenade launcher support.

The dozens of cultivators who had followed the ruthless youth to this place had mostly been harvested by Ye Fei earlier. Only about a dozen remained.

The reason they watched helplessly as Er Zhuzi was bitten by Orochimaru was twofold: Naruto sensed no intent to kill, and Stone Girl intervened.

As the leader, he instinctively felt a sense of superiority, believing that apart from his father, Xu Aoshan, he was the greatest in the family.

Guiling Holy Mother smiled faintly. When Deng Jiugong invited her into his mansion, regardless of his intentions, proper hospitality had to be observed—except for those she disliked.

Just after receiving news that Qu Die had returned, Xie Yuer rushed straight toward the “Huan Tavern.”

But what lay before her was deeply disappointing, so far removed from the moon she had imagined. The moon’s surface was pockmarked and scarred, a wasteland of death and silence.

Ling Duyu felt a chill deep in his heart. He recognized this Kitchen God, intent on spreading this blackened power far and wide—anyone who mocked him would get a face full of soot. Such mischief would likely cause no major trouble.

Elsewhere on the ancient land, although the demon clans were numerous, their hearts and efforts were divided. They fought separately and even waged war against each other. With the shaman clan’s withdrawal leaving vast territories, all were now objects of contention.

The next day, the soldiers, restless from a poor night’s sleep, set out early and by dawn finally emerged from the valley into open rolling hills.

“This is the aura of the Star Moon Realm! The Star Moon Realm!” Upon seeing the passageway, Ye Zhengfeng immediately woke from his slumber, shouting with excitement.

The Great Xuan Dynasty was the land where he had lived for many years, with countless cherished friends and family.

“Brother Gao!” Li Cheng whispered to himself, realizing that from now on, he would never see Gao Da again. His nose tingled with emotion.

“Here they come.” Suddenly, Xiao Yi felt a chill down his spine, swinging his fists hurriedly at the space behind him.

Housing prices in the Celestial Realm were not exorbitant. Even in city centers, prices rarely exceeded two thousand celestial coins per square meter. In more remote areas, prices generally ranged from twelve hundred to fifteen hundred celestial coins.

Though this group of one hundred were mostly retired soldiers, few had experienced life-or-death combat. That was the difference. So, although Yang Ze was at a disadvantage, he still had a good chance of winning.

Wang Litchi felt no resistance, holding Hua Xin close as they chatted idly, gradually drifting into dreams.