Chapter 117: Preparing for Battle

The Thousand Gold Pavilion.

Liu Bansian returned to the Thousand Gold Pavilion with Daoist Yangliu. Fortunately, the room was spacious enough to accommodate one more person. Daoist Yangliu was not shy; upon entering, he glanced at the altar where the Three Pure Ones were enshrined. With a cold sneer, he fell silent, turning his attention elsewhere to explore. Qingfeng, seeing such disrespect toward the Three Pure Ones, felt indignant, but Liu Bansian quickly restrained him, shaking his head to signal calm.

Daoist Yangliu, with his back to them, was examining the room’s sole symbol of technology—a computer. Stroking his beard, he said to Qingfeng, “Young man, such fiery temper isn’t good; it often leads to misfortune.”

Qingfeng was somewhat surprised but recognized the depth of the Daoist’s cultivation.

Chen Yan nodded and urged the unicorn beneath him forward. The creature let out a low sound and then swiftly set off in the direction A Long had pointed.

His face bore anger; perhaps he had not expected to be cornered so awkwardly by the words of a few juniors.

Wu Wei had no choice but to avert his gaze. No matter how much he resented the Dog Emperor, he had to play by the rules—without a way out, all efforts were in vain.

As I had suspected, tonight Xiao Zhou was lodging in the Eternal Peace Palace. But the palace was vast—where would he place the imperial seal?

I closed my eyes, silently channeling the true energy within to heal my wounds. Even at my peak, it would take seven or eight days for such injuries to recover, so now I was essentially grasping at straws.

The old marquis lowered his head once more, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips as he looked at his son—who had long since vanished.

An Shu stepped out of the hotel and approached her, picking up the coat draped over her arm to help her put it on. He moved from behind to face her, clasping her hands and warming them with his breath.

Perhaps Old She’s words had been overheard, for the water ghost truly began to emerge slowly, step by step, from the water.

In that instant, I felt as though I had plunged into an ice cavern—an icy chill running from my head to the soles of my feet.

Xiao Daoyun was no longer polite; as the chieftain of the demon tribe, he was offering protection, a privilege few could enjoy.

“It’s alright. Even if there are risks, it’s worth it. After all, no sacrifice means no reward,” said Jiang Hu Lijie.

“His sect’s status, thousands of disciples, four treasured swords—this is everything he has lost,” Chen Mo replied.

“I see. But what does this have to do with the business we were discussing?” Kiektovich pressed on.

I was about two meters from the coffin. Taking out a pillow, I lit it with a lighter and slowly approached the coffin step by step.

Of course, it was to assert my presence—so that no one would forget him.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense. It was Hua Hu who first showed disrespect; Xiang Hu Yin was just trying to drive him out,” Lie Quezi said, transmitting that memory to Wuhun as he spoke.

After buying groceries, Lu Fei returned to the villa. As soon as he stepped through the courtyard gate, he loudly called out to Xiaoxiao inside the house.

Suddenly understanding, I realized why they dared to bring out such a precious ghost slave—it was because in the end, they could claim the unwanted treasure. Right from the start, they could recoup some gains. Moreover, with Longhu Mountain’s strength, they were sure to rank in the top three, meaning at least three treasures could be obtained. No matter how you calculated it, Longhu Mountain would profit.

Zhou Quan still had other important matters to attend to; naturally, it was to welcome the great contributor, Yasha, who had truly achieved great feats.

“Hey, you’ve advanced to the fourth layer?” Mo Ye suddenly noticed Shui Tianlan’s increased strength and was quite surprised.

Meanwhile, a stone hit the ground, causing a tremendous commotion. The demons guarding the Nine Nether Condensing Fragrance Dew immediately looked outside. When they saw Mo Kula, some demons screamed in terror.

He knew very well in his heart that Shen Feng’s strength was on another level. Therefore, if he persisted in arrogance now, he was unlikely to gain anything good.