Chapter 51

Complexion normal, eyes bright and sharp, maintaining the usual aloof demeanor—if that wasn’t Ling Xiu, then who else could it be?

Leng Shuang gritted her teeth in fury and shame. She could never have imagined that an experienced member of Wolf Fang, selected through rigorous screening, would utter such coarse words. It made her want to tear the old cat’s throat open with the battle scythe in her hand immediately.

As they entered the council hall, all eyes turned toward them. Zhao Tianya, the alliance leader of the righteous sect, was well-known; many recognized him and respectfully greeted them with a bow.

Liu Feifei was truly infuriating. Since she knew Director Zhang, why hadn’t she sent a message to confirm with him?

Chen Yu received only prolonged silence in response. Yet, he remained unhurried. As long as the other party did not reply immediately, his efforts over these days were not in vain. Even if the outcome was not ideal, there was still room for reversal.

After driving for about twenty minutes, they arrived at an abandoned old factory on the outskirts, deserted without a single soul nearby.

“Didn’t expect such an unexpected turn,” he withdrew his palm, eyes dropping to his right side.

“It’s alright, I understand now,” Zi Jin, turning her head again, wore that familiar smile.

“Well, isn’t this the time to relax?” Chen Yu sensed the president’s facial features soften and instinctively wanted to speak but restrained himself.

At first hesitant, Lu Shiyao finally licked her lips and gulped down a large mouthful, likely driven by thirst.

The moonlight was hazy, stars twinkling, the entire Forbidden City shrouded in darkness. The glazed palace lamps hung high, painting the night like a masterpiece.

“Old master, I was wrong!” With the truth before him, Li Chen had no choice but to apologize.

Li Renzhi left the courtyard and entered the front yard, finding it in chaos. About ten monks were arguing anxiously, their opinions divided, unsure whom to follow.

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“I am but a humble servant, not a nobleman, so I cannot commit,” Su Yi said respectfully.

Yang Lao’s hand trembled as he held the hair. It was real—the roots had turned black. At this rate, in a few days, his once fully white hair would be black again. This was a true miracle, even a terrifying one.

Su Yi withdrew her hand, her heart tightening. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand Xing’er’s meaning—asking her to plead with him... she was reluctant to meet him. Yet seeing Xing’er’s tear-filled eyes softened her resolve, and she slowly nodded.

Xiang Ye had thought Bai Bing would lose patience and go to the Sacred Hall Church to argue, but unexpectedly, she suddenly appeared rational and principled.

“Su Yi, you’re back?” Xing’er, seeing Su Yi approach absentmindedly, immediately greeted her with joy.

Li Renzhi sat behind the counter, though he no longer sold the essential male tonic; he was simply helping the family.

The lively noise of the market, the chanting of finger-guessing games—none of it could rouse the two from their reverie at this moment.

Those classmates still able to move went to the hotel where the third assassin was located. The rest, worried for their safety, now felt reassured after seeing this photo and began to recover their strength.

Though Prince Morrison’s cultivation was not on par with Lie Wudao or Dean Senluo, and could not compare to the Star Ancestor, as an Ashura prince, his physical prowess was extraordinary—he had reached a terrifying realm of dripping blood rebirth, undying and indestructible.

Almost every martial artist who saw He Zheng had this thought. Those previously testing each other or fighting all slowed their movements unconsciously. Those nearer to He Zheng instinctively moved away from him.

They were now in the open enemy wilderness zone without sighting any foes, so everyone became alert.

Gradually, Gong Luo’s silk robe slipped off her shoulders, revealing a jade-like radiance. The pure white figure seemed to glow even within the grand hall.

There was a four-star mech warrior guarding here, but faced with such overwhelming firepower and numerous young generals, he was annihilated before he could react.

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The owner of the fourth-tier VIP room at the Heavenly Level seemed very familiar with the young kings of the twenty-eight-star world and easily recognized their identities.

At that moment, spiritual birds startled into flight across the horizon, sea beasts submerged deep, unwilling to surface. A stream of ice crystal light and a purple cloud swiftly streaked across the sky.

Of course, He Zheng’s circumstances were different, but he felt as if an invisible shield enveloping him had just vanished.

“Ah Yan, stop the second batch of ‘battering rams’ that haven’t exploded yet. There’s no need to chase further,” Old Qian said after seeing the enemy flee like lost dogs.

He patted my head, saying every businessman risks bankruptcy; it’s just a matter of who operates steadily, who arrives early, and how severe the failure is.

Fourth, reserve a large mobile cavalry near Yunzhou: to reinforce various locations at any time and to prepare to launch strikes against the government army’s rear.

“All dark crystals are elite magical monsters,” said the Sword Saint simply, but it clarified everything for me.

Like a puppet, Shao Jian nodded slightly, sinking deep into the sofa. Gazing out the window at a silhouette, recalling that delicate face, his heart ached as if cut by a knife.

It was a warm morning, the mountain breeze from Bai Tie Mountain just cloaked in new green, carrying scents of wild grass and blooming flowers that filled the courtyard, soothing and intoxicating.

I was stunned to find that the beast-like person had already reached level 76, having been ten levels below me before. Now, despite my frantic training, he had caught up.

Perhaps in household matters, Liu Zhuang was indeed no match for Qin Wanyi, but in one respect, she surpassed ten Qin Wanyis.