Chapter 24

Seeing the swordsman’s attitude, the imperial soldiers immediately drew their blades and stood in formation. During their inspections these past few days, everyone they encountered had been cooperative; this was the first time they had met someone so arrogant.

"No problem. I will tell you why I became like this, and in return, you tell me what I want to know, how about that?" Qi Xuerou said.

"What are you doing? Why are you smiling so disgustingly?" Xiao Yuedian frowned, leaning against the doorway as he considered whether or not to let this beast inside.

"I am afraid, but His Majesty’s safety is more important!" The general knelt directly, his armor emitting a series of metallic grinding sounds.

"Isn't this better? If they hadn't left, who knows what might have happened later? Am I right, Mr. Qi Hao?" Lan Wan'er looked at Qi Hao, the only one who remained, and said with a suggestive tone.

She struck a pose like a flying deity, landing on her right leg while her left leg naturally extended behind her. With eyes closed and face toward the sun, she looked completely enraptured, as if feeling the sun’s caress. Her hands rose, constantly shifting into various graceful and magnificent gestures.

That is not possible. If he isn't still sulking with his wife, then his ambition is simply too great, and he is likely holding out for higher stakes.

Ren Fengyao did not answer, instead carrying the bucket of water to her father’s side, picking up a cup, and preparing to drink.

"Sister Wei, don't worry. Brother Li is such a good person; the heavens wouldn't be so blind." Watching the light fade from Wei Qingluan's eyes day by day, all Bai Yaoyao could do was offer constant comfort and encouragement. In truth, she knew clearly that if the heavens were truly watching, Li Daniu would never have been left bedridden.

"Alright, everyone, stop acting as if this is a final farewell." Ling Tian waved his hand and turned to leave without looking back. Second Brother, Coldblood, Qingcheng, Xiu'er, and Jack followed him.

"Alright, stop bragging. He isn't that weak," Wang Yingying said skeptically.

He Sibai looked at Wu Zhihui, feeling a bit dazed. Could the danger from just a moment ago have been a mere hallucination?

Shen Yugui was bewildered. Upon meeting the probing gaze of Fei Nancheng, she felt even more at a loss.

She reached out to take my jacket but made no move to put it on; instead, she stared at me with a strange smile.

***

In short, if the problem of lacking martial arts skills is not resolved, it will be extremely dangerous for Xiang Yu. Setting aside the Battle of Julu, Song Yi—who had been sent off-course by the butterfly effect of his own arrival—might strike first. If he truly had to fight and lacked martial prowess, the risks on the battlefield would only multiply.

Sensing Poseidia’s retreat, Meng Qi snorted coldly, feeling deep disdain for his behavior, and returned Chu Xiu’s gaze with a murderous glare.

For a time, Yanjing City became a hive of activity. Fortunately, the southwest sides of the city were already commercial districts with very few residents.

"Ten times! Do you have any idea how much my clinic earns in a year?" Qin Shuang’s backside lifted off his chair, his voice turning shrill.

Lü Heping had gone to another province for an inspection and likely already knew the news. But since Lü Heping had not taken the initiative to discuss it, did that mean Gao Hongfei’s refusal of the promotion was actually a strategic retreat orchestrated by Lü Heping?

However, this time, Yuan Gang’s communication was sent out like a stone dropped into the ocean, receiving no response whatsoever.

"Sister Ling, I don't mind being naked, I'm just afraid you might be embarrassed," I scratched my hair awkwardly.

"Brother Cui Six, this… this isn't right, you are a man." Xiuxiu blushed, lowering her head and not daring to meet my eyes.

"What kind of cake do you want to eat? I'll go place an order in a bit," Shao Zhengqian asked tenderly.

"What does that have to do with me?" Gu Chenmeng said with an indifferent air, which only served to irritate Qian Youyou.

His role as the perfect boyfriend was played so well that it convinced both Chu Liu-Ba and Lin Shi.

Reminded by Chen Hanrou, Cen Liu realized that they were surrounded by many people and that the situation had escalated.

He could clearly see that this Lu Fan was connected through the Ouyang family, not through Potian himself.

He looked every bit like a man of the Imperial Dynasty and even seemed to have known the young master for a long time. What was going on here?

***

After a few shouts, the sound of a broken window rang out. It was Tang Seng, clutching his clothes and brandishing his nine-ringed monk's staff as he smashed through the window. He fled in a sorry state before leaping up onto the roof.

In their eyes, Yang Tian, amidst the sword formation, was no martial artist, but a demon reaping souls. Wherever he passed, blood mist filled the air, leaving their minds buzzing and their faces filled with extreme terror.

"If we had a master of the Star Transformation, do you think you would be alive to leave here today? Even if your cultivation realm is a hair higher, you are nothing but a running dog for the Huangfu clan," Wu Lei sneered, offering no shred of respect to the man.

"It seems there is a powerful treasure related to the Investiture of the Gods," Wu Lei exclaimed, shocked. Every treasure forged from the Investiture of the Gods was extraordinary.

The group headed toward the Yellow Springs Middle World. None of them expected that, a thousand years later, the Longevity Sect would become the greatest sect in the universe, one that even the seventy-two aristocratic families would not dare to challenge.

Now that he saw the usually unreliable Eighth Brother brought back to manage this, he initially thought it was a farce played by the old man and the Eighth Brother—that the old man couldn't stand it anymore and had sent the Eighth Brother to take the fall.

An Ruchu felt bewildered, certain that Mina must have been driven insane by the car accident and was acting quite abnormally.

Her taut nerves snapped at Mo Fei’s light, casual joke. Bitterness welled up in her heart, and two streams of tears traced paths down her cheeks, dripping endlessly.

The cell phone finally rang at this moment. There was no need to ask; it was surely someone looking for trouble. First came the sound of a text message, followed by the ringtone. Damn it, it’s thundering right now—calling someone is a good way to get struck by lightning.

"My old bones... can't take much more tossing..." Old Man Qu could only smile bitterly, but the aura of a high-ranking official had vanished completely—I suppose he had been truly crushed.

Houtu felt conflicted. The Primordial World was created by Pangu, and she was unwilling to destroy it. Yet, once the great war began, any outcome would ruin the Primordial realm. Just as Houtu stood there in frustration, a thin layer of dust began to gather on the ground before her. The dust rippled continuously, and gradually, a perfectly clear image emerged upon it.

Time slipped away unnoticed. Yao Mucheng gradually felt a sense of unease. He had not sensed the presence of the Divine Crow Daoist and the others for a long time. He released his divine consciousness, but in this cold cavern covered by the ghostly energy of the Spirit-Transforming Realm, he could not sense a single thing in the gray, gloomy cave more than a dozen meters away.