Chapter 64

The three of them were utterly shocked by the Azure Dragon before their eyes, completely unable to understand why their eldest brother had become like this. Even when his son was murdered, he had still handled it with composure; why, then, when facing an imperial throne that was within easy reach, would he act in such a manner? Their value in their eldest brother's eyes was now self-evident.

However, the fact that Gin was willing to shell out fifty million for a transaction this time indicated just how crucial this operation was to him.

The reason Toru Amuro was so cautious was actually out of concern that Satsuki might defect from the FBI after joining forces with Glenlivet. Furthermore, because he harbored an irreconcilable misunderstanding with Shuichi Akai, his stubborn pride prevented him from cooperating with Satsuki.

"Father, Mother, Sister, here are three marrow-cleansing pills. Go to the bathroom and take them." Lin Sheng produced three fragrant, dark-yellow pills from the Astral Network and pushed them toward the three of them.

Once they had left, Lin Xiaowan asked the nurse about the necessary supplies, instructed Lu Zhansiao to take good care of Zhang Zhuzi, and went out to make her purchases.

Lin Sheng felt that whether it was the users of the first-generation spirit-splitting artifacts or Anseria, they were all like dying fish struggling in a desiccated riverbed, thrashing frantically merely in a vain attempt to restore the gradually drying riverbed.

Secondly, Shi Qian had stolen something from him—and it was not just a traditional breast-pocket, but something of great importance.

Xia Yin parted her lips. She did indeed have extensive connections; having helped manage her family's business from a very young age, handling procurement was a simple task for her.

The box was pushed open, instantly radiating a brilliant, otherworldly light accompanied by a rich yet refined fragrance that surged forth instantly. Inside lay a strange plant with seven green leaves, emerald-green stems, and pale-blue roots.

Qingyi tenderly patted the male phoenix's wings, feeling waves of warm current coursing through her internal organs, bringing a profound sense of comfort. She could not help but gently rest her delicate face against the male phoenix's body.

The moment the two clashed, the ground of the martial arts arena shattered violently. Immediately following, a visible shockwave rippled outward, stirring up a fierce gale that swept bystanders far away, blowing them high into the air.

"Don't you understand yet!" Su Xueying gritted her teeth, her cyan flame sword halting an inch away from Xiao Yan's chest, her voice carrying an even more palpable wave of fury.

High upon the execution platform, seeing the enclosure-wall strategy achieve sweeping success, he could not help but wear a confident smile. Glancing down at the plaza, where hundreds of pirates were desperately protecting Whitebeard in a last-ditch struggle, he felt even more triumphant.

At the summit of Demon Mountain, the eerie clouds seemed protected by a power originating from ancient times; relying solely on Su Xueying's current strength, she found herself completely unable to step foot among them.

When the two walked to the center of the grand hall, a dark cyan shadow stone blocked their path and line of sight. After careful identification, Xiao Yan surmised that this object should be the Meteorite Star Iron he needed.

"This set of sword techniques is named *Condensing Intent*, created by myself. The essence of the Condensing Intent sword lies in the word 'intent'. All martial arts in the world share common principles, and the eighteen traditional weapons can borrow from one another. Swordplay need not be constrained by mere form; once you achieve the state where the sword follows the heart and the heart follows the intent, you will be invincible!" Li Jiechen explained as he began to dance and demonstrate.

The man was under forty years of age, robust in build, with upturned eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, yet his demeanor defied simple categorization.

It was one thing for the Netherworld Sect to refine elixirs and medicines, but their purpose in doing so was to twist living human beings into hideous mockeries of humanity, even using living people and corpses for medicinal experiments. Their wickedness rivaled that of poisonous insect sorcery, devoid of all human decency.

Before the fierce black aura of the Hell Samsara Pillar could spread, and just as the six-colored lotus platform stirred, bursts of six-colored energy erupted with an extremely harsh and scorching high temperature, completely evaporating the spreading baleful aura.

The instant Lingwu made his move, the killing intent condensed at his chest burst forth, illuminating the path ahead as clearly as a lighthouse in the night sky.

Since the Royal Troubadour Guild could not resolve the matter, he would use this opportunity to dissolve it, staking the future of the troubadours on a final, all-or-red gamble upon the 'reforms' initiated by him and An Jin.

Hearing the other party utter such words, the Boss experienced intensely conflicting emotions within his heart.

Therefore, upon seeing Xiao Yuesheng acknowledge Ming Ming's remark about them being a family, a sudden sense of crisis welled up in Ye Minghua's heart.

Previously, the [Yangwei Hall] had easily quelled the rebellion in Shangrao County, the [Lijian Hall] had made a brilliant showing on the Yugan defense line, and the [Chiyan Hall] had displayed an eye-catching performance when repelling Liao Hua in Gaoyang County.

Just as the passage was closing, the head of the Jin family suddenly intervened. Having completely shed his previous composure, he cried out in panic to the Tiger Emperor.

Here, with the consent of the villagers, ground had already been broken for construction. Before long, this place would take on a completely new look.

Chen Haonan, not far away, questioned the triad members behind him and soon received over a hundred bags of blood.

The next day, after the rain cleared, Wushuang City was bustling with activity from early morning, for today was the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, the day of the auction convention.

Bidding farewell to the farmers—after Arturia gladly accepted their request and Qi Wuze's party found themselves unable to dissuade them—they had no choice but to continue onward toward the king's castle.

The Dark Qilin God halted his steps, gazing at the youth before him. Raising his right hand slightly, a pale blue flame began to slowly burn upon his palm. Under the glow of the other's blue flame, the surrounding darkness gradually edged toward dissolution.

"Let them become my disciples; whatever I tell them to do then, they will obey. This idea of mine is not bad, is it?" Jiang Hao squinted his eyes and smiled.

Upon walking into the military academy, Qin Ge discovered that the teaching building was painted with bold characters: *Absolute obedience to the orders of Supreme Commander Qin Ge.*

Early on, Fang Yichen had already informed them that there were only two days left until the War of Winds and Clouds. Fang Yichen intended to spend these next two days without returning, training continuously inside the Fanghu Pagoda. Two days might not be enough to advance a realm, but it would surely bring about earth-shaking changes to the energy within his body.

Chongzhen nodded slightly. Knowing that Liang Bin was Wei Zhongxian's adopted son, he held a slight aversion toward him. Ao Bai took note of this and quietly made his own plans.

The Twelve Sects could recruit disciples and be managed by a system—what an exhilarating piece of news this was.