Chapter 21

Furthermore, these undead monsters emerging from the darkness were inherently clumsy, stumbling and lurching along with a staggering gait. Having arrived in scattered numbers, they had yet to form any numerical advantage.

Fang Xiuxian knew full well that rather than trying to "deceive" another cultivator stronger than himself, it was better to transform himself first and achieve "sincerity."

Lin Feng bent down and gently stroked Bai Xinyu’s fluffy head; he had to admit, the texture was quite pleasant.

Su Luheng could not fathom it. He hadn't done anything out of the ordinary lately, so why had his second junior sister, who had always been so gentle and considerate toward him, suddenly stopped paying him any mind?

Seeing that Yun Yi and his companion asked no further questions, Bai Xinyu guessed that they had overthought the situation, but she chose not to offer any explanation.

Qian Renyue had not yet retracted her martial soul, and the Angel Star Array beneath her feet had not fully dissipated. The remaining healing power completely mended the last of the injuries on Zhao Wuji’s body.

Just moments ago, he had briefly described the entire sequence of events to Bai Jing, from his master to Daoist Qingqiu.

Swallowing the words he had been about to speak, endless black mud began to spread and proliferate rapidly from beneath his pitch-black robes.

Qian Renyue set aside her grievances and hopped into the center of the formation. Bibi Dong raised her jade-white hand, placed it gently on Qian Renyue’s head, and slowly began to channel her soul power.

Most importantly, judging by his master’s words, was Luo Feifei also going to the Yuntian Secret Realm this time?

Because wielding the black Night-Ruling Demon Fire Sword would consume a massive amount of magic power, and knowing the stakes, Madame Moth decided to stake everything on one final gamble.

Following the reports, countless citizens of Yizhou and visitors from afar finally witnessed the true appearance of the bicycle with their own eyes within the new city of Yizhou.

Yu Sheng turned back to speak to Yueluo, then walked over to Chen Fan with a smile, glanced at him, and walked away.

However, now that others were the butcher and he was the fish on the chopping block, Wang Gui only dared to think these words in his heart; he would never dare to voice them aloud.

***

Therefore, when Sakura heard Li Yin promise to grant her an official position, she was understandably shocked and taken aback.

Looking up, they saw the three large characters "Mochen Cave" carved into the entrance. A series of evil winds gusted from within; could it be that the man in black inside was responsible? The trio felt deeply curious.

"Shengge Pavilion?" Zhao Qingzhou and Zhang Yunhua exchanged glances, both of them having fresh memories of the name. Zheng Degang said, "I will take some men to carry this piece of junk to Kunshan Pavilion to inquire. If what Brother Yunhua says is true, we shall seize the account books from his shop as material evidence." Upon hearing this, Yunhua and his companion decided to accompany them to assist.

The Fourth Master had actually spent quite some time with Li Zao before finally coming to the Empress’s quarters.

His slender, clean fingers swiped across the screen a few times before he tucked the phone back into his pocket and walked toward his office as if nothing had happened.

Yang Chaoran understood, nodded, and said, "That is good news. However, I still need to secure the capital; I cannot establish this company immediately. I wonder when your faction intends to invest?" Yang Chaoran asked.

Fortunately, the situation had not spiraled out of his control. The only thing left to observe was whether this shadow was an expert of the Earth-tier or Heaven-tier.

Ximen Yayu’s expression grew increasingly grim. Although she disliked Ximen Qing, Linghu Xiang was no good person either, and the Linghu family had just been boasting shamelessly about dealing with Ximen Qing.

"Then why work overtime? Did your supervisor screw you over?" Qiao Xin sat opposite me in her pajamas, watching me eat as she asked.

I sniffled and swallowed my emotions, not wanting anyone to see my vulnerability.

"Good, just like that, maintain it." The middle-aged man with the peculiar appearance felt the shift in Xu Jingnian’s sword intent and nodded with satisfaction.

Fushan was all too familiar to Fang Xuehen. He led the group toward the mountain with ease, but the Nanli Divine Sect had already become history; the training grounds were overgrown with weeds, appearing somewhat desolate.

"Come to think of it, this Liu Xingchen is truly vicious, actually wanting to kill Sixteen. Sixteen, do you have some deep-seated grudge with him?" Once he was sure his senior brother’s injuries were no longer critical, Feng Qianyu finally recalled the cause and effect of the incident.

Ximen Qing could tell that when the other party mentioned the name of the white-haired person, it was with great respect.

***

Hearing the handsome voice from the living room, Mu Wan’er almost burst out laughing. "Brother Muchen is so amusing. He just finished peeking and now he’s pretending to be all impatient." Lin Ruoxi and Long Miaomiao, hearing the impatient tone, also stopped their playful squabbling.

A moment later, he tapped his toes, unleashed his "Snow-Treading Trace-less" light-foot skill, and sped toward the main imperial road.

A pale blue smoke rose into the sky—it was the signal for contact among the Blood Elves. Such magical materials were extremely rare in Azeroth; one only needed to inject a trace of magic to create a plume of smoke that would not be blown away.

"Silly girl! When has Big Sister ever lied to you?" Li Yaorao scolded her with a smile, and the two sisters embraced tightly.

Long Feiyun said, "If that were the case, wouldn’t Master Mo and Niu Sanjin be fools not to notice?" Long Feiyun spoke the truth, and Lei Dongtian could not refute him!

Walking aimlessly, Qu You had long since moved away from Tianxiang Tower, finding herself at Lin Yunchu’s residence before she realized it. From afar, she saw the lights in the room were still on, and shadows flickered from time to time. Her eyes darted, and she quietly slipped toward it.

"Doctor Cheng, you know I am a man of my word. I said yesterday that I would reward you." He finished with an expression that said, "See how you handle this."

The gray-clad old man was over sixty, thin, and weathered by the elements, yet his eyes shone with a sharp glint; at a glance, one could tell he was no ordinary person.

After a dozen breaths, the morning sun peeked over the horizon, the rosy clouds retreated, and Rangsi Kui appeared beside the Heaven-Worshiping Altar. Xiang Liu’er wore a smile, looking at Rangsi Kui beside the Holy Pearl with what seemed to be gratification.

When they arrived at the inn where the Inspector resided, the entrance was blocked by many soldiers, clearly brought in overnight by the Inspector for his protection. On both sides of the gate, many commoners were kneeling and weeping bitterly. Even several elderly men with gray hair were kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces incessantly.

After Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, and Li Jiucheng finished reading, their expressions changed in unison. It was exactly as Li Jiucheng had predicted; the imperial court really intended for them to cross the sea to launch a sneak attack on Liaodong.