Chapter 29

Xiyang, the commentator, observed the SSW team, who chose to retreat immediately after losing their minion wave.

It was inconceivable that a team which had won four consecutive World Championships could be fought to a standstill by a team that had been established for less than half a year and had only ever won a Spring Split title—with the latter even managing to suppress the former during the early and mid-game.

"I'm afraid the sanctuary won't be able to hold out much longer," Teacher Panda remarked, to which the others present offered no dissent.

"Why didn't Director Fu knock?" Since the last incident, a grudge had formed between Kong Tingyu and Fu Yaoyu. In the conference room, Fu Yaoyu had dismissed Kong Tingyu. How could she ever forget that?

Rumble still possessed the essence of the Baron buff, which was more than enough for the remainder of the SS team to take advantage of the situation and force a push to clear everything and everyone on the BF high ground. Deprived of Li Min, their core damage dealer, BF was simply unable to withstand the synchronized advance of the SS team.

"If you value those peepers of yours, you'd best look away," Jiang Dong said, not even looking up as he tapped his chopsticks against the table.

A few days later, the police located Mother Wang and her two companions in Yong'an City. They produced the video and asked if they had been illegally imprisoned by Zhang Qinian.

He had to ensure that no mountain spirits or wild demons caught sight of the treasures' radiance in the sky and stole the artifacts while Jiyu was in a stupor. If that happened, Fearless Sun and the other would be held solely responsible, and they would find it difficult to justify themselves even if they had a valid excuse.

If one added the aid of the various feudal lords who had come to assist, the military strength of the Shang Tang faction already surpassed that of the Youxia clan. Thus, it was not unreasonable for the Xia Emperor Si Kui to imprison Tang; his achievements were already overshadowing his sovereign, not to mention that his prestige, military, and national strength all surpassed those of the Emperor himself.

Perhaps many years later, Lu Shou would have attained immortality while Jiyu remained mired in the mortal world, cycling through reincarnation and forgetting his past lives. Or perhaps Jiyu would achieve the Dao while Lu Shou missed the chance for immortality. It might even be that when the two met again, it would be within the palaces of Heaven, amidst the peach orchards and jade pools.

Before Han Linghu could finish, Gufeng, unable to wait any longer, let go of him and began to meditate to cultivate. Han Linghu seemed unable to find the moment to stop him.

"That man just now... was that Mr. Chu?" After a long silence, Xu Mingfei asked. She could feel that Lin Xiangwan was genuinely concerned for her, unlike some people who were merely trying to pry into her privacy. However, these matters involved too much, and it was truly inconvenient for her to speak.

Her sister always insisted that Li Yan was a good man. She couldn't understand how a man as lecherous and wicked as Li Yan could appear virtuous in her sister's eyes.

Such peaceful moments lasted until Chu Di returned home. Once he stepped through the door, Lin Xiangwan was never to know tranquility again.

It was too difficult to get to the bottom of such things. One had never even heard of the legends, let alone the facts; did such a thing even exist?

Since their last parting, she and Xi Xiangdong had not been in contact. Even when her scandal with Gu Nanshun was making headlines, he hadn't called to ask a single question. Their relationship seemed to have reverted to how it was before: when he was busy, he would leave her aside without a word, and if he wanted her, a single command was all it took for her to be there.

"Have you forgotten? That day in the ruined temple, I infused a strand of Nine-Dragon True Qi into your body. That was the Primordial True Qi," said Daoist Qian Banxian.

As long as Li Yan was safe, that was all that mattered. Li Yan had gone into the mountains alone, without food, without a guide. Seven days had passed; if Li Yan did not return by daybreak, Bai Gui would likely have to call the police.

Xin Yi nodded slowly. No wonder; only a place with such a purpose would dare to build such a magnificent edifice so brazenly.

"The Great Elder speaks the truth!" As soon as that aged voice appeared, others chimed in. It was evident that the owner of that voice held a high status within the Fang family; the title of "Great Elder" alone explained much.

He brought me to this planet, which had already been devastated beyond recognition. I hadn't intended to intervene, but it seems there are still a few opponents on this planet who stir my interest. As long as I devour them, my power might reach a new height.

Before long, the items that had been left outside were brought before everyone. Most fortunate of all was the recovery of the kayaks, which were the primary tools for entering the cave at the Butch River.

"This disgraced official embezzled the silver on the orders of Prince Sheng, and all the silver was handed over to him." Minister Cao, turning traitor to testify against Xuanyuan Wei, was willing to be cast into the eighteenth level of hell if it meant his clan could survive.

The night was so quiet that even the cicadas had fallen silent. This eerie stillness seemed to possess a seductive magic, causing a strange sensation to well up in Zhongli Shuo's heart. It was a feeling that made him excited, as if he were witnessing blood spraying in a brilliant crimson, yet it filled him with a surge of impulse.

The tearing pain in his back stood in stark contrast to the burning heat of his lips; even he himself did not know whether he should be in agony or feeling ecstasy.

And so, those words were suppressed, swallowed back into the depths of his being, perhaps never to be spoken for the rest of his life.

Finally, the cylinder fell away completely, revealing half of the blade. Ye Feng stared, dumbfounded. The cold, eerie gleam of the sword deeply intimidated him. On the center of the blade, on both sides, a giant golden dragon was carved—so lifelike it seemed to be swimming at any moment—mirroring the two on the hilt.