Chapter 52: Class A Crimson, Haunted Castle Terror (19)

Xu Yiliu certainly wished she had an assistant just like her, someone who could drink the red wine and help her deal with the ghost-servants.

Unfortunately, the two with high combat power experienced too volatile emotional fluctuations, carrying high risks; there was no telling if they would drink the wine only to mutate into a new pollutant the next second. As for the one with reliable emotional stability, they were frail and possessed virtually no combat power—drinking it wouldn't even be enough to tickle the ghost-servants.

Still, Huo Zhiye and Sheng Mo were fighters after all. Even without drinking the red wine, with each of them standing on one side holding a picture frame, they were able to help her—

Zhang He paid no attention, while Zhang Han was already drenched in sweat. The midday sun radiated a scorching glare, baking the earth until it was piping hot. With the heat rising from the ground and beating down from the sky, Zhang Han felt as though she were walking inside an oven.

Duan could also tell that Bai Rujiu seemed to have a bone to pick with that Xiyan. Could it be because her surname was Maoyue?

This sarcastic voice came from the corner of the room. Li Bai was startled; peering past Du Fu, he looked over and saw a pair of drowsy, alcohol-dazed eyes lifted from the corner—it was Cen Shen, who had drunk himself into a stupor as soon as he entered the house.

"Lord Zhang has promised to provide weapons. As for after the war," Nalong deliberately paused for a moment, "that will depend on military achievements."

Yi Yin naturally could not tolerate Taijia destroying the state foundations left by King Tang. First, he repeatedly admonished him, hoping Taijia would exercise more restraint regarding his own conduct. Taijia, however, remained as indifferent and unresponsive as usual; perhaps this was simply the rebellious psychology of youth.

With official business concluded, the atmosphere in the room relaxed considerably. Zhang Han chatted idly with her grandfather, deep in thought.

We arrived at the village outskirts of Zhuangyuanpu. True to the rumors, the place was shrouded in a ghostly aura. The entire village seemed enveloped in an atmosphere of death, and the sky above was heavy with gloomy clouds, revealing only the faint light of cold stars and a waning moon, filling one with a profound sense of oppression.

Yet they were powerless to do so. If it came to a war of attrition, no number of people would suffice—of course, unless one could find fifty masters on par with Losuo, Igarashi Taiichi, and Abe no Seimei, then perhaps it might be possible.

A mighty voice swept through the air, reverberating within the Vermilion Bird Altar, rattling the ghost talismans so violently that they fluttered and swayed endlessly in the wind, seemingly on the verge of falling at any moment.

First, Guangyuan's resignation over the Xuan yang Fang city wall incident was accepted, and Right Chancellor Li Qing nominated Guanglu to succeed him as the Mayor of Jingzhao, which Li豫 approved; second, the state monopolies on iron, wine, and tea were abolished, allowing private citizens to engage in independent commerce. As a measure beneficial to the people’s livelihood, Li豫, who always cherished his subjects, naturally approved it as well.

Fengjiao could not understand why these heaven and earth spiritual energies were entering Tang Yi's body, but she knew that these terrifyingly vast powers could undoubtedly forge a supreme powerhouse. Yet, once they entered Tang Yi's body at this moment, they caused not the slightest ripple, as if Tang Yi were nothing more than a bottomless abyss.

As the final drop of blood merged, a intense white light burst forth from the Fuxi River Diagram, completely overwhelming the surrounding firelight. A mere moment later, the white light dissipated, and everything returned to normal. Only the person sitting before the Fuxi River Diagram had lost all breath of life.

As soon as those words fell, a commotion arose outside the door. A dozen urban management officers in uniform rushed over aggressively.

Yet just as he forcibly broke open the passage to the lower realm, preparing to return to the Spirit Underworld Continent, he was ambushed by the Eight Immortal Venerables, and his faction suffered severe blows. Having expended enormous energy to open the lower realm passage and subsequently being ambushed, he fought desperately to the death, killing four Immortal Venerables before finally being counter-killed.

The crisis temporarily subsided, and the chaotic situation grew orderly once again. However, before everyone could fully recover, another mutation occurred. A sound of shattering rock echoed out, and immediately afterward, one dark shadow after another burst through the stones, pouncing fiercely upon the generals and soldiers in the arena.

"Come here, brother, give me a hand!" Just as Xiao Xiang was wondering what kind of pretense work he should busy himself with, a large batch of raw jadeite ores was just being hauled out from the mining tunnel, and a miner not far away waved and shouted to him.

Imperceptibly, the Tiger Hall thus broke through its bottleneck and became the undisputed number one force in South China.