Chapter 125: The Emperor Standing at the Pinnacle of the World

Shanghai, Qingyun Sect.

On the mountaintop, plum blossoms of various colors bloomed, flanked by two tall pavilions standing on either side. The three-story main hall loomed majestically like a palace.

To the northwest lay the cliff mountain, the Sutra Pavilion, the training grounds, and even the sprawling bluestone plaza.

Unlike the nights of New York, everything here was bathed in the warm morning sunlight.

Bang!

A muffled explosion echoed through the air as Bai Yujing returned to his not-so-loyal Qingyun Sect.

At this moment, he was still unaware that the Flying Tiger Battalion had been moving closer to the estate. They were discovered by the people within the manor and immediately reported the matter to Li Cheng.

The Nine-Headed God Lord, the Bone Phoenix God Lord, the Earth God Lord, and the other newly risen God Lords all wore faces full of terror. Their eyes filled with dread as they stared at the Han forces, then turned and fled.

Lu Xuanming’s recent modifications to the Star Sea Formation, if they inspired some formation masters to develop new techniques and cause a wider impact, would mark this Star Sea Formation as a true milestone.

When Ding Cong was about to set out again, Xuanyuan called him back. This time, Xuanyuan inquired about whether Jiang Shinian’s broken horn could be repaired.

Lin Yan overheard the conversation and silently swallowed, unsure what to say. Clearly, he was stopped by Mo Lian’s sharp gaze. Looking at Wang Nian, his back was already soaked with sweat, yet his eyes remained resolute as he fixed his gaze on Mo Lian. Inside, his thoughts raced, but no solution came forth.

Originally, when Yingran severed the bones from the mountain, it was out of fear that without the assistance of the Cicada Shedding Fruit, forcibly merging the powers of water and fire would backfire. The current forced fusion was also a reluctant measure. After much effort to devise the current plan, it could only be implemented by force.

At this moment, Zhao Min and her followers were active throughout the martial world of the Central Plains, completely unaware that overnight she had become an orphan.

“So that’s it.” Xing Tian finally understood the source of his inner turmoil. The misfortune of his enemies unexpectedly struck a blow to Gu Zhaohui’s righteous heart as a disciple of a reputable sect, causing him to question the path of cultivation.

This position, in the later eras, would be akin to a combination of the Director of the Legislative Bureau, Minister of Public Security, Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme Procuratorate, and President of the Supreme Court. When it came to matters of law, it was undoubtedly the ultimate authority.

“Our Ghost Spirit Valley has always respected our teachers and valued propriety. Brothers within the sect always observe strict etiquette and recognize hierarchy! I’ve never seen anyone so arrogant as this man,” Mu Yan said upon seeing Li Zhongsheng question Wang Nian. A faint pride stirred within him before a look of disappointment crossed his face as he sighed and explained.

“Qing’er, hold me tight.” I embraced Qing’er firmly. The Xuanyi Sword plunged deep into the rock. The heavenly thunder was no joke—being struck even slightly would mean complete annihilation.

One after another, the sounds of assent rang out. The eight great generals charged forward simultaneously, their faces alight with excitement.

Second Master said nothing further, placing a cigarette in his mouth as he started the car. He pressed down the accelerator, and the vehicle entered the academy grounds.

Fisen’s inexplicable remark caused Shen Lenglan to pause briefly. Yom, who was walking beside Chen Xiaoran, was also momentarily stunned.

“Qingcheng!” I suddenly looked up. On the wall above me, Qingcheng’s face appeared once again. She looked at me with sorrowful eyes, tears shimmering within.

Even if there truly was a relic of some immortal king, Dian Feng didn’t care. He was wealthy and influential, with no need to risk anything for the sake of an immortal king’s legacy.

Chen Xiaoran smiled and withdrew his gaze. Having dressed, he sat back on the bed, waiting for Guo Jin’er to leave.

At midnight, he went to sleep on time, rose promptly at eight in the evening, and after handling everything, returned to the game on the same day.

If a fight broke out now, we really wouldn’t stand a chance against those Eastern warriors because of their overwhelming numbers.

The Eastern Wanderer’s Ghost Whip slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He clutched his wrist in pain, where my heavenly thunder still lingered, crackling and entwining around his wrist.