Chapter 69: Letting It Go

Rumors often stem from mere shadows captured in the wind, yet gradually grow potent enough to melt gold through sheer repetition.

As for the gossip that Wu Bixuan was Mr. Zhou’s woman, since Mr. Zhou never stepped forward to deny it, people preferred to believe it was true rather than false.

In truth, however, Zhou Jingchuan had never cared about such trivial matters; they were not even worthy of entering his scope of awareness.

It was only because Tang Xi had accidentally overheard it and misunderstood that he certainly would not let the matter continue to develop.

Hearing this, the Young Sect Master’s heart skipped wildly and beat with violent agitation. The continent was full of wonders, and the Turning Dragon Sect possessed many miraculous holy medicines for healing. He had also heard the elders of his sect speak of wondrous medicinal pills capable of altering a person’s innate aptitude.

The next instant, the pillar of flame erupted violently, completely engulfing the spot where Lu Nan stood. Flames two to three meters high surged up from the ground, scorching even the stone floor until it was pitch black.

"Why are these two together?" Luo Tian felt a strange sense of bewilderment at this sight. He had barely used his brain to think about it when his entire skull felt as though it were splitting apart.

Lately, her mood had remained gloomy and depressed, her heart feeling perpetually blocked. Facing Qin Hao at this moment, as she vented the grievances and unfairness buried deep within her, her overwhelming agitation triggered her congenital physical flaw.

Wang Dao understood now that the Yin family was not a monolith either. This seventh uncle of the Yin family was a thorn in the side who refused to submit to his own father-in-law, seizing this opportunity to teach him a lesson—and perhaps more than just a lesson.

"Indeed, I should even thank the two of you for helping me clean up my sect, right? Heh, heh, heh... cough... cough..." Laughing as he spoke, the Dao-Heavenly Dispersed Immortal began to cough uncontrollably. Chen Wanqiao, who had been sitting right beside him, immediately stood up and handed over a cup of tea with an intensely respectful manner.

Upon catching sight of Han Zheng, Hao Yu and the others were all struck dumb, staring at Han Zheng with sheer disbelief. Never in their wildest dreams had they expected that the mysterious Chief Instructor would turn out to be him.

Naturally, the ten cities were chosen around White Crane City. Combined with the previous four, all fourteen cities in the easternmost region of the Haotian Sect now belonged to Wang Dao. This allowed him to implement his various plans with even greater boldness and confidence, firmly establishing his foothold.

Disregarding the storms brewing outside, the third wave of nuclear missile strikes arrived shortly after. This time, the bombardment targeted not only the areas where the demons had emerged, but also numerous volcanoes, in the hope of extinguishing them through explosions. Although backfiring occurred at some volcanoes, extinguishing even a few was worthwhile—at the very least, any fire-type monsters hidden deep within them would have no hope of survival.

Having been completely cured of her physical ailments by Wang Dao, Yin Yiyi finally began to make progress in her cultivation and chose to enter closed-door seclusion. The others were also striving to improve their martial prowess, leaving Wang Dao suddenly at leisure.

Perhaps Lin Yumeng’s declaration that she would not fear even if a Golden Immortal descended was genuinely without fear! The Old Dragon King continued to watch the battle in mid-air with a complex mix of emotions, as Lin Yumeng and Mo Sanqiu wielded their spiritual weapons, each displaying their unique skills in fierce confrontation.

The old man smiled faintly and replied, "I am Ning Feng, and I have been firing pottery here for many years. May I be so bold as to ask if the three of you are warriors who fought against Chi You?" Hearing these words, all three of them shared the same look of astonishment.

The moment the Yellow Emperor touched the ground, the sky instantly filled with seven-colored radiances and auspicious clouds. A beam of red light soared into the firmament, and heavenly drums beat in unison, their sound shaking the imperial court and all under heaven.

"Bambur, all forces assemble, form up for the expedition!" shouted the Grand Commander. The slave soldiers, having already packed their weapons, defensive gear, and rations, had thoroughly ransacked the Centaur tribe. Everything that could be carried was boxed and packed, filling up no less than a hundred single-wheeled carts.

The Thousand-Faced Vixen’s figure could be said to have reached absolute perfection. Aside from her substantial and genuine breasts, she possessed a slender waist, wide hips concealed by a short black professional skirt, and long legs encased in black silk stockings, making her curves seductively alluring.

When Green Branch awoke, her eyelids kept twitching incessantly. She inquired of the maidservant in the room and was told that Li Sheng had already risen at dawn and gone out.

Thanks to the others dodging in the nick of time, they managed to escape disaster. Yet Fang Jingrui, fearing that Cao Liangjin would fall, bracingly supported her and ended up getting thoroughly vomited all over.