Chapter 47

Xinping himself was the spirit of an origin supreme treasure and deeply understood the immense difficulty of giving birth to one. In his view, even that deified Mo He was utterly incapable of forging that page of the golden remnant map.

"It is nothing. Today is our thirteenth day entering the mountains, and it is time for us to return," Mu Zifei said indifferently.

"Why?" Su Huai asked. In Su Huai's mind, this martial arena competition was undoubtedly an opportunity to prove himself and bring great glory to the Su family.

Taking advantage of the sudden illumination of this oil lamp, Yue Xian'er frowned and observed her surrounding environment. Although the light from a fixed oil lamp could not completely illuminate the surroundings, the circular walls and the dust-covered ground allowed Yue Xian'er to form a rough judgment of her current location.

Han Ke gently picked up Li Fei'er's soft body, not even daring to put on his shoes, and tiptoed to open his bedroom door. Assuming both Su Wenwen and Zheng Qing were asleep, Han Ke had just stepped out of the room when he saw a drowsy Zheng Qing coming out of her own room holding a water cup.

However, before everyone could leave, the club welcomed another unexpected guest—a guest who, in everyone's eyes, would absolute not appear at Smeija.

At this moment, beneath that peak, a youth in green robes sat there. It had been unknown how long he had remained there without moving, as if waiting for something, which was why he had not triggered the profound mysteries within and left this realm.

Around midnight, while Su Huai was cultivating, he heard a squeak as Fang Jin pushed the door open and walked in. Su Huai opened his eyes and asked, "Have you investigated the situation inside the City Lord's Mansion clearly?"

"Gaia, take this. This was from a bet I made with the other two instructors earlier. Now that you have won, these thirty thousand gold coins are yours. Distribute them to the others in a moment." After eating for a while, Mu Zifei took out three gold notes and handed them to Gaia.

Just as Lin Liang was about to ask Shang what the Four Spirits Battle Pagoda was, a hand quietly rested on Lin Liang's shoulder. A Spirit Cloud realm martial artist exuding an aura of ruffianism was looking at him with a smile.

Blaze was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of panic finally appeared on his handsome face. However, he truly deserved to be the commander of the Imperial Guard, having spent years dancing on the edge of a blade; his combat intuition was beyond ordinary reach.

"Oh, that is all in the past, why bring it up again?" Taozi wore a bitter expression. Being a thief was not something she desired; if there was any way to survive, who would willingly become a thief and be reviled by thousands?

The red skirt at the corner of the street moved slightly, and then a charming face was exposed to Lu Yang's vision. The red dress further accentuated her allure, and a sweet, crisp voice escaped from those red lips.

Yang Xingguo knew that this round of severe crackdowns was indeed triggered by him, but he felt not the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"Shiva's Dance of Destruction..." Chu Zihang murmured abruptly at Li Kezhou's sudden low voice, his words slurred. Sweat had already broken out on his forehead, and his eyes were opened wide.

At the Southern Spirit Sect garrison, Tang Tu took away all the Scripture-level powerhouses, leaving the numerous disciples to speculate endlessly.

"Ah, such a hard life. Wanting to make an investment comes with so many restrictions," Yang Xingguo sighed toward the heavens.

Yang Mo nodded slightly. These one thousand people were composed of the Mo King Guards, disciples of the Water Moon Sect, and the Beast Taming Sect disciples selected by Liao Wei, all of whom he was relatively familiar with.

Wang Hao shook his head upon seeing this scene because he knew this was a trap. There was no reason for Zhao Gang, who had had no problems previously, to suddenly reveal such a massive flaw at this moment. Even if he was infuriated by the opponent's elusiveness, it was impossible to make such a move right then.

"You human have a lot of nerve, actually daring to come up the mountain at a time like this!" A low voice sounded; it was that Minotaur.

She was meticulously dressed, with her short black hair hanging loose and light makeup on her face, exuding a sense of pure innocence.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard! The happiest thing in the world is to fight for an ideal!" Li Xing encouraged everyone in the forum.

However, times had changed. After consuming the blood-jade Chinese cabbage, Wang Xiaoyi felt as if he had been reborn and cleansed of his mortal marrow.

This was an ancient-style residence with a courtyard. The courtyard was strewn with red petals, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

To cover up the origin of the newly dug soil, Lu Guangda and He Junming pretended to build a storeroom in the courtyard. They even went outside to buy some bricks, lime, sand, wood, and tiles, genuinely building a storeroom—even the section chief came over to inspect it personally.

Ying He pursed her lips sweetly, her vermilion lips parting slightly, and every smile of hers seemed capable of captivating the hearts of those Qi-refinement geniuses.

Outside the peaks of the Bone-Inspection Mountain range, countless streams of people surged—some riding spirit litters, spiritual beasts, and other magical treasures, while others were brought along, riding the wind by their elders.

This belonged to treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. Eliminating one gang would only result in the emergence of a new one. Not only would this fail to solve the problem, but it would also cause even greater chaos.

Ye Cheng lashed five times in a row and was about to continue when someone blocked his merciless long whip.

He suspected he was so dazed by sleep that he had let this slip out in front of Xiong Xinyang without paying attention. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape her questioning later; it seemed tonight was destined to be sleepless.