Chapter 59

Shangguan He left with resolute steps. Xun Chuan stared blankly at her retreating figure, rising anxiously to pull her back, but in the next second, he was thrown heavily to the ground by a hip throw from Shangguan He.

The spices used to craft the "Goddess of Luo" were extremely rare, and the leader of the commercial guild could not gather them all at once. Yang Qian and Ji Jingxi decided not to wait any longer; leaving Wufeng and Bailu behind to negotiate with the leader, the two headed straight for Watching Jiangnan.

Ruan Hongyi was also filled with gratitude. Though she and Junior Brother Ge had encountered hardships, compared to so many others, they were far too fortunate.

Yet as a mother, she harbored a contradictory desire for Gu Meizi to escape that kind of lifestyle. Like a bird flying high into the vast sky, she belonged to freedom.

And this place was perhaps the only spot where one could actually converse. With its hollowed-out cliffside incapable of accommodating wiretapping equipment, this might well be one of the retreat paths left behind by those people for Mingxi.

Shen Qiong had never held any fondness for Shen Jianfeng's two wives—one had completely bewitched Shen Jianfeng, while the other had once tried to put her to death.

This Qin Hu was vicious and merciless toward everyone else, yet he was utterly submissive and treated his beautiful fiancée like a precious treasure.

Wei Chen smiled. The blue robe he wore had long been replaced by a black martial garment that fluttered wildly in the wind. Raising his head to look at the sky, he noted that although this Qin Yaoyao was an unexpected variable, it did not affect the prearranged plan in the least.

Yang Qian instinctively flinched, only to see a slender, distinctly jointed hand gently hovering to shield her eyes. His hand did not fully rest down, remaining extremely close; she only needed to blink, and her long eyelashes would lightly brush against his palm. Every time they touched, that hand would involuntarily tremble slightly.

At that moment, all sorts of brilliant fireworks bloomed across the entire sky, the sounds of firecrackers drowning out the better part of the region.

Although back then, Old Zhao had stripped his generals of their military power over a cup of wine and Shi Shouxin and the others had lost their authority, they had amassed a considerable amount of wealth as compensation from Zhao Kuangyin.

Indeed, to them, a cultivator who had just reached the Foundation Establishment stage was truly not worth mentioning.

Since Zhongtu City was not large, the First Army Corps could not possibly be stationed entirely within the city walls. Therefore, only three thousand troops were kept inside, while the remaining tens of thousands were stationed outside.

Consequently, they reported upward to their "superiors," demanding that the veteran scholar Fan Yong of Yanzhou relocate these surrendered Tangut people to the south, far away from the northwest border.

"Old man, what are you constantly muttering about? Is there really anything worth rambling on about?" Granny Deng said from the side.

One must admit that ever since the trans-migration and the founding of the Biluo Villa, this kind of responsibility had already begun.

Even though they were all Immortal-grade powerhouses, they still reaped tremendous benefits, their inner immortal essence feeling as though it had undergone thousands of hammerings, becoming vastly purer.

Minghan went home to change his clothes, rode away on his beloved Aima electric scooter, and arrived at the designated dining spot.

Jiang Dongyu furrowed his brows slightly. This sea beast had not attained magical power nor entered the demonic realm, placing it in the Ink-Jade-class fierce beast category. Yet its size was far too massive compared to land-dwelling beasts, and its strength remained unknown; Jiang Dongyu had no desire to clash with it head-on.

Since that was the case, why shouldn't he take advantage of the demonic beasts blocking the family's disciples to detour around the battlefield and head to Falling Wind Cliff in advance?

"Crack!" With a sharp sound, the miniature camera shattered into pieces, rendered useless alongside the two wiretapping devices.

She envied her parents; after being married for so many years, their affection remained just as deep. She had once thought of finding someone who would cherish her the way her father cherished her mother. Yet as she grew older and experienced more of the world, she stopped holding onto such extravagant hopes.

Yang Hao chanted silently in his heart, then shattered the fragile earth beneath his feet with a stomp, hurtling toward the sky like a hawk or a falcon. At the same time, the long-premeditated earthy-yellow lightning roared down like water cascading from the Yellow River in the heavens.

The calm waters of the Styx Pool splashed up with spray, yet the astonishing baleful aura radiating from the spray was palpable. The moment Yang Hao leaped in, his body was first washed with a refreshing coolness, and the blazing flame profound force was extinguished by the Styx water. Anfeixue, witnessing this outcome, looked slightly startled, well aware of the terrifying nature of the flames produced by the Phoenix.

The burly man was momentarily stunned, followed by a spray of blood erupting from his arm. Enraged, he directly hurled Xia Yuan away as if he were tossing a sack of sand.

The two youths in white were around seventeen or eighteen years of age, both wielding sabers and swords. Judging by their appearance, they appeared to be the two Foundation Establishment disciples of the Ye family—factional adherents of Ye Chao—who had previously blocked Lu Liuyun beneath Falling Wind Cliff, preventing her from rescuing Ye Yi.

Jiang Dongyu knew that compared to the overlords of the chaotic lands, these individuals, though young, possessed very solid foundations. Hailing from illustrious and glorious great clans, they were the young leaders who lacked cultivation resources the least.

Emperor Fengde had been struck by a potent poison during his military campaign a year ago; even though his life was saved, his constitution had suffered severe and lasting damage.

Postscript 3: The Holy Church is known for having two poles, but if it truly came to a fight, it might not necessarily defeat China—that black box the mushroom dare not open. If the author remembers correctly, the mushroom seemingly designated that the few remaining divine-era and sprite-era mystic realms of the present world are located in China, specifically in Tibet, and goodness knows what might be dwelling inside them.

And today, the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, happened to be the day of the monthly competition. There would be vote-gathering activities at noon, with the serious business taking place in the evening.

Sure enough, Ronnie took a deep breath, and anyone could see the anger he was desperately suppressing across his reddened face.

Powerhouses from Qingxu Taoist Temple, Lanyang Gate, Chiyang Sect, Yinyue Palace, Blood Demon Gate, Flame Demon Gate, and even the Dragon Clan had all become embroiled within it.

Yet what use was anger? Although he did not hold the mindset that "if the ruler wants the subject to die, the subject must die," an official higher by even a single rank could crush someone to death, let alone the master of the entire realm.

The President naturally nodded in agreement, though he was bitterly smiling on the inside. In truth, they had already attached the utmost importance to the matter—even uniting with unprecedented, unprecedented solidarity—yet they still remained utterly incapable of completing the mission.

Perhaps in the past, Jia Yingchun, due to a childhood lacking in familial affection and Grandmother Jia's blatant favoritism, would have agreed without a second thought.

Zheng Ya felt a shock in his heart. After shaking his hand twice, he discovered that the iron box had firmly adhered to his skin, impossible to shake off no matter how hard he tried.

Originally, hindered by Jia Lian's rules, although these rumors circulated among the servants, Jia Lian himself remained unaware. But this time, Jia Lian had stayed at home for a prolonged period and gradually caught wind of the gossip, prompting him to simply summon the servants for questioning, never expecting the truth to turn out like this.