Chapter Ninety-Six: Farewell and the Distribution of Rewards
Golden sunlight streamed through the carved lattice windows, casting mottled patterns on the bluestone floor of the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s quarters. Tang Zicong walked with steady steps through the shadowed corridor and halted before the commander’s office, raising his hand before he could even knock.
“Come in.”
A languid voice penetrated the heavy door. Tang Zicong pushed it open and entered, only to see the imposing figure of the commander sunk deep into a grand chair, nearly submerged beneath a mountain of official documents.
Hearing the rustle, he—
“Why did you bring me a ring?” Xu Zuoyan’s voice trembled with disbelief, though he had already suspected as much. Though Master Zhuang had long since retired, his formidable reputation meant many old patients still sought him out. Master Zhuang never refused, so long as his health allowed, always willing to relieve the suffering of others. Recently, however, he had discovered something that deeply worried him.
At first, volunteers were few and far between, but as the crisis over taxes intensified, more and more came forward, most of them from impoverished backgrounds. As these new appointees took office, they recommended others like themselves to fill the gaps, and the long-paralyzed administration slowly sprang back to life.
The newcomer was tall and strikingly handsome, his pure white warrior’s robe trimmed with gold, perfectly tailored—like a nobleman stepped straight from a comic book. Yet amidst his fine features, there was an unmistakable hint of wickedness.
Blood, slaughter, destruction, and death—these alone defined the existence of the Blood Demon King, Antediruvean.
The Divine General of Exorcism commanded eight demon lieutenants: the Rat Demon, Ox Demon, Tiger Demon, Leopard Demon, Dog Demon, Pig Demon, Snake Demon, and Rabbit Demon. None of these eight had yet been captured by the Calculating Star Lord. Now, as the Divine General returned to the mountain to seek his brothers, they naturally followed.
Apart from Shen Liang, everyone else was battered and bruised—even Qian Guang bore a dark mark on his face. But why?
They had already missed the prime time for martial training; even with talent, it was nearly impossible to achieve great things now.
Tuga dared to attempt the long-lost, thousand-year-old technique—the War God’s Charge—because, as an ardent devotee of martial arts, he had studied it countless times and understood its essence completely.
He recalled spending over five years refining just one percent of the dragon vein’s energy. Even with faster progress as his cultivation advanced, it would still take centuries to fully refine all of it.
As Ting Shu scrolled through the information sent by Teacher Ji Yuan, she was momentarily stunned. Teacher Theresa and Akong had been missing for half a month, and the only reliable information was that the two had entered the perilous Carlos region—the Annapurg Mountains.
When Huo Yanbin saw Lu Ze use his own saliva-stained chopsticks to pick up meat and place it in Su Meng’s bowl, his face darkened completely.
“What is it? Such strength?” Chen Tianxu finally stopped hindering, but the balance of power remained unchanged—still evenly matched.
“Are you alright?” Ji Beichen gently pulled Qin Lianye and Ji Nianqing into his embrace and softly asked.
Complaints broke out everywhere, but no one dared to run outside to see what was happening. One by one, they sat glued to their chairs, as if their seats had become one with them, impossible to rise.
Song Zhi tried to snatch the longsword from Luo Li’s hand, but Luo Li deftly evaded, leaving Song Zhi with only a frosty expression and a sharp warning.
Compared to Luo Tianjun and the others trapped in the marsh, Su Yunliang’s group had gained far more.
“If that’s the case, then come!” With a soft exhale, Wang Dong knew the other spoke the truth. The two of them would inevitably clash—otherwise, resentment would only fester, and by then, one battle would not be enough to settle it.
As the car drove off, the crowd of adoring fans chased after it like mad, but she stood rooted in place, unmoved.
Wang Dong fended off the old man’s attacks, strategizing furiously to keep himself calm. But when his gaze fell upon the purple divine dragon, his barely contained fury erupted—another old man had the dragon by the throat, and the once-mighty creature now looked utterly defeated.