Chapter 103: Great Fortune, a Destiny Sacred Treasure, the Sect Master's Transmission (2/2, Three Thousand Characters)

Not only did everyone present speak up, a good number of them had already begun closing in on Ning Fuchen — they could not let a villain who treated human life like grass go unpunished.

Jiang Xinyu's words were clearly dripping with cold mockery, and they left Yue Fei thoroughly embarrassed.

All around, it was as if some slumbering demon had suddenly woken — countless vines burst up from the ground, stretching like an octopus's tentacles toward the spot where Ning Fuchen sat cross-legged.

The veins on Chu Yanzhi's forehead bulged at once. With a dark expression, he walked toward Xiao Xiwei step by step, like a raging beast.

"Would Your Ladyship like this old servant to announce your arrival?" Zhang Shichang raised his head, looked at Yan Guifei, and said softly.

The moment the words fell, a light laugh drifted down from overhead — casual, unintentional, yet tinged with a wordless familiarity.

She thought that Xizhi must have guessed Chu Yanzhi's intention as well; only, even though he clearly knew it was a trap, for her sake he had no choice but to walk into it. And although Chu Muzhi had sensed something was wrong, he had never doubted or opposed Xizhi's decisions, so he had not stopped Xizhi.

At the same time, he finally understood why Niu Huizhang had not come — if he had, he would probably have lost half his life here.

But since the enemy had already arrived, sallying out was still better than staying inside the city to deal with them. What Li Ziyuan had not expected, however, was that these newly arrived enemy troops were unusually tenacious in combat. And the quality of their equipment was also somewhat beyond Li Ziyuan's expectations — they were actually a semi-American-equipped unit.

Liao Fan gave a faint smile. Since Sun Boyong had followed him, he could be said to have given his all, never once making a single slip. Having such a logistics chief was a very fortunate thing for both Liao Fan and Taihangshan.

His head rested between his two folded palms, his eyes open but lifeless; his mind refused to think of anything, refused to remember anything more.

The bright moon hung like a plate, spilling down a pale light that dyed the whole of Green Mountain in a layer of pure, hazy white.

Not long after entering the mountain cave, Li Tianyou saw all manner of swords embedded in the stone walls — some with blades sharp beyond compare, others dull and lusterless.

The implication being: do you really think Senior Disciple Liang cannot handle that Zhao family's Zhao Wushuang, who only has cultivation at the eighth level?

As his figure flashed and shifted, he wielded the divine bow with great abandon; every move and stance sent streaks of flowing light streaming out, shooting through the dazzling gaps of the whip formation.

Wave after wave of shouts kept coming. Zhu You sat in the Yanshan Sword Sect's seating area, his attention elsewhere as he glanced aimlessly about, hoping to catch sight of Fu Can's shadow.

But time no longer allowed Li Ziyuan to think it over further. Upon receiving intelligence that the grain transport train had already departed, he immediately began making arrangements — concentrating two companies plus the only one Gaoshe Jijiang as the main attacking force, while the rest of the troops spread out along both flanks of the ambush zone to prepare to block reinforcements.

Heart aching, he squatted down in front of Sun Yuanyuan's wheelchair. With his left hand he pulled away Sun Yuanyuan's right hand that was covering her face, then opened his right arm and gently embraced Sun Yuanyuan with a single arm.

Ye Tian was mildly surprised to hear she had a car, but said nothing. Once he cultivated to the late peak of Qi Refining, he would be able to wield a flying sword and travel through the air on it — at that point, what use would a car be?

But the opponents on the other side were probably afraid that a careless move would damage the formation and release whatever was inside, so they had not dared to use any high-powered ability attacks.

And for this situation to appear, there were only two possibilities: his Cause and Effect with Xiang Tianyu had already ended, or he was already dead.

"Without the Sovereign's command, we will not." Huayu answered proudly — if they wanted them to undo it, they would have to wait for the Sovereign's order.

"Nineteen years old, the prime of youth — what made you want to come to this stage?" Zhou Dong asked.

She lifted her head and looked at me; I could only stare back at her expressionlessly, then pretend nothing had happened, as if I knew nothing, and turned my head away.

First, his own fate-thread had been attacked by some unknown force — although he had wounded his opponent, he himself had been hurt quite badly as well.

The little instigator Ling'er was perched on Su Yunyan's shoulder, laughing so hard she could barely close her mouth, bouncing and leaping about as if she had just found a lollipop.

What was worse, to repay the debts, Sun Yuanyuan's mother had gone to work at a nightclub behind her husband's back, contracted a venereal disease, and three years earlier had drowned herself in a river out of shame.

Ye Wucheng, protected by Ye Huancheng and the guards of Pingjiang Prince's residence, saw the scene before her and bit down hard on her silver teeth.

She had also thought of calling Mo Youting to ask his advice, but after Qi Meizhen's outburst yesterday, she now did not dare to provoke the Mo family again. She agonized over it all the way until noon, when her coworkers all went to the cafeteria to eat. Du Ruo was about to go as well, when she suddenly received a call from Qiao Anming.

Everyone present, except An Ruoran, stared at Leng Dianchen dumbfounded — as if they could not believe Leng Dianchen was actually eating grilled fish again.

"Lord Shensi, we have the information — the one who came is Yu Fei!" At the same time, inside the shrine clan, a servant hurried forward.

"How am I talking nonsense? I'm just going by the logic you laid out." Ye Qingcheng shot back.

Back at the villa, a doctor was already waiting. After Ye Hansheng carried me into the room, the doctor immediately bandaged me up. The doctor said the wound was not deep, but still gave me a tetanus shot just in case of infection. Ye Hansheng, however, was not reassured, so the doctor could only prescribe me a pile of anti-inflammatory and preventive medicines.