Chapter Ninety-Three: The Sky Lantern and the Cold Cicada

Brother Mingshuang, who had been pulled aside, had no choice but to stay and chat with Hengshu.

Before meeting Hengshu in person, Mingshuang had assumed that this renowned craftsman would resemble the inventors in the laboratory—those clad in white coats and glasses. After witnessing the Wang family’s dazzling way of opening their doors, his imagined image of Hengshu as a wealthy scion was merely that of an ordinary scientist adorned with a few extra gold chains and a pair of social shades.

In any case, the famed Hengshu was quite different from the vulnerable child in need of care before him.

Hengshu led Mingshuang back to the center of a cluttered circle of debris. They sat down there, and Hengshu picked up a plump teapot, tapping its round belly twice. Instantly, the pot floated up on its own, moving to fetch water and brew tea.

Unfortunately, the power of the Sword of Silence from the Longevity Technique, which symbolizes death, had created Mie Tian. If the Sword of Silence were also with him, the one-sided slaughter before their eyes would perhaps be even more spectacular.

When the two arrived at the mountain stream’s edge, they were dumbfounded. This place rivaled the mountain stream where they had spent time with Barber and two other Homo sapiens. The drop exceeded a hundred meters, shattering Zhao Lei’s hope of leaping into the water to escape.

Zhao Lei spared no effort. Whenever he found a gap, he would launch an attack against the Demon God’s Son. Though such attacks might barely scratch the heavily armored Demon God’s Son, he never gave up.

Why Mie Tian sought to battle Huang Ji was beyond Chu Tian’s understanding, but he knew this much: Mie Tian would never be an ally.

Ding Zi listened carefully as Xiahou Min explained, but as she pondered, she pointed out that Xiahou Min’s tone was clearly tinged with ill intent.

If Yongning had not yet entered the palace, it might have been manageable—resolute actions, ruthless measures, even ruining the marriage wouldn’t be impossible. But now, under Li Zhi’s vigilant guard, it had become nearly impossible to act.

In an instant, the Dragon Pattern Ring emitted a faint purple glow, rippling gently like flowing water.

Boss Jiang pulled Ye Feng to the backyard to sit down. He brewed a pot of tea and brought it over, sharing the tea with Ye Feng as they reminisced.

Chu Tian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if by doing so, he could dispel the faint sorrow weighing on his chest.

Before the terrifying strike of the Black Tiger could land, massive rocks on the ground shattered into powder under the oppressive force of the divine-level power.

Sha Bailan leapt from the sofa, stepping confidently in sharp high heels and walking out the door full of hope.

“I don’t want to be who I am now; I want to become who I aspire to be!” When he removed his hand and faced the smooth marble mirror directly, he dared to meet his own gaze.

The man’s eyes were extremely vigilant, frequently scanning his surroundings. The rest of the time, he sat quietly, as though waiting for someone.

Ning Feng’s expression grew increasingly strange, which only deepened his unease. Imagine this: an artificial intelligence you created with your own hands tells you, “I’m relying on intuition to do this!” How absurd and surreal that would be.

“Fourth Brother, why bother arguing with these barbarians? Barbarians are barbarians; they speak without thinking and make fools of themselves. I am angry too, but since it’s their first offense, I beg you to let it pass this time, alright?” The eldest prince held his breath, cast a glance at the fourth prince, and spoke calmly.

So many powerful explosives—truly terrifying in their force. If such an assault happened in the imperial capital, even they would be hard-pressed to defend against it. That was the true terror of Chi Nan.

Chi Nan didn’t require such fuss. After returning, he took the responsibility of feeding the griffins himself. Chi Nan could feel their attitude toward him improving day by day—growing more docile and gentle.

Green Camp soldiers Liu Liangzuo and Li Chengdong, along with Eight Banners troops Li Shuitai and the Boro tribe, took turns assaulting Jiangyin but failed to capture it. In the end, they had to bring dozens of red-uniformed cannons from Nanjing to breach Jiangyin’s walls, resulting in its fall.

The masked men nearby scattered at once. Only one, closest to the bandit leader, let out a mournful wail and lunged forward with a long sword. The Tang army soldier tried to dodge but suddenly felt a heavy pressure on his head. Struggling to stay upright, just in time, a figure intercepted the sword and kicked the attacker to the ground.