Chapter 126

“My fellow martial heroes, are you feeling quite miserable right now?” Cold Blood said, looking around at everyone.

He then recounted how, inside Huolín Palace, each person had been forced to surrender three-tenths of their wealth to Bai Tongzi, and how several had pursued Bai Tongzi afterward.

For this military campaign, Yuan Fou abandoned his previously low-key demeanor in Huainan and Lujiang, donning a brand-new white robe, a polished silver iron scale armor, and riding the fiery red Chanyan Steed that Yuan Shao had gifted him—every inch of him radiated the flashy, ostentatious air of a nobleman, utterly decadent.

“There’s nothing left to see, right? I want to go check out the auction—wonder if there’ll be anything good,” Yang Yuwei said hesitantly.

Zhang Hao guarded beside him; divine power is the hallmark of the Reverse Heaven Divine God, attainable only by those with immense perseverance, extraordinary talent, and great fortune.

Whether they were the lofty Shen Hua realm cultivators or the ordinary Tong Shen realm ones, all now screamed in terror, utterly shedding any trace of a cultivator’s calm dignity.

If those strange pearls exploded, none of us would have time to escape the blast radius—we’d be dead for sure.

In Pei Yuan’s eyes, these sect leaders from low-grade sects were nothing but trash, utterly unworthy of his caution or deliberation.

“You mean without them, the world won’t face destruction in the future?” Lei Li asked weakly.

Lin Hanyi continued analyzing: “Then the night watchman must have witnessed the murder. The killer killed him to silence him.” He always loved to analyze—and to explain his analysis aloud.

Another silver hand appeared out of thin air, radiating astonishing spiritual pressure, and shot straight down to seize Zheng Zhong on the ground.

Because her body feared sunlight, she could only stay inside the cave until nightfall, when she packed her bundle, hastily changed clothes, and stepped out.

She lifted her gaze slightly and found Ye Qian staring at her with a cold face, expressionless. She knew internally he had returned to his usual aloof demeanor—earlier Ye Qian had merely been an illusion.

His inner strength had been evenly matched with A Shui’s; when their palms clashed, A Shui stepped back to dissipate the force, making onlookers think he had lost half a move. In truth, the fat shopkeeper had stubbornly absorbed A Shui’s power, his chest churning, blood already rising to his throat—but he swallowed it down.

Ling Zhou Tian had no clear plan for this place yet; merely buying land was far from enough. Though this was a third-tier city, he couldn’t find a supercomputer capable of housing the morphological structure linkage.

The Second Life hadn’t paid attention to those items, but the term “Special Master” from the skinny monkey reminded him: “What rank does a Special Master hold in the Free Cultivators Alliance?”

The master could clearly perceive the disabled monster’s attributes, indicating his profound mastery in the art of summoning.

Originally intending to force them into submission, his plans had all collapsed. He hadn’t just failed to gain anything—he’d ended up offending Ye Lan instead.

Prince Qing could no longer contain himself; at dawn the next day, the rebel army officially began crossing the river. To seize Fengling Ferry, Prince Qing had prepared hundreds of various types of crossing vessels.

“It’s fine—my film won’t cost more than two hundred thousand U.S. dollars!” Hou Xiaoxian exclaimed anxiously, fearing Wu Xiaozu wouldn’t invest.

Judging from the clan emblems, most were warriors from the Crimson Dragon and Black Dragon clans; the Frost Dragon clan… because several high-ups had been beaten up and were still recovering, they were sparsely represented.

Yet facing a rebel force ten times his own, Dai Xin Si felt no fear—only excitement. The army across the Yellow River was, to him, nothing but battlefield merit; many of the old soldiers in the New Army shared this mindset.

“What are you talking about? Where did the zombie tide come from?” Having learned from the past two days’ mishaps, Liang Shi and the others arrived slightly later today—but even this slight delay meant two of their six had no seats left.

“I asked His Majesty: ‘Does Your Majesty mean this cigarette will become widespread throughout the empire?’ His Majesty answered yes—this made me think the cigarette monopoly is just like today’s salt monopoly,” Jiang Yan said.

What kind of game can enhance one’s strength, teach spells, and increase combat experience?

The Ferocious Great Emperor beside him was slightly better—his consciousness remained somewhat clear—but within the next instant, he would be plunged into the bottomless abyss of blood qi.

Huan’er and Qiao Hai had both lived in the Qiao household for a long time; if they had simply requested it normally, the family head, being kind-hearted, might have granted their wish. But if Qiao Miaolin found out about this shameful matter, they would surely be expelled from the household.

As another volley of arrows flew in, the Rakshasa quickly retreated, glancing at the dragon throne behind him—he gritted his teeth, seized the throne, and hurled it violently toward where Li Muran stood.

Instantly, Ao Chu was less than fifty meters from Yang Tian; facing the first wind blade, he calmly leapt, rolling sideways midair and easily evading it. As his feet touched ground, he tapped his toes and leapt again, preparing to dodge the second wind blade.

The Ming Jiao numbered barely a hundred; they had assumed the southern district was merely a common residential area, easily conquerable, and that they could open the city gates to welcome the rebel forces outside. But they never expected to fail and end up losing more than they gained.

The other pilots were the same—each boarded their respective fighters, adopting postures ready for immediate combat.

Several raised their cups in salute to Liu Zihao; two came over to greet him. Liu Zihao couldn’t respond to them all, clearly very popular—evidently, his status and position were among the highest even among this group.

Of course, in this battle, the Emei Sect and others lent strong support; Li Muran inadvertently cultivated good relations with the martial sects, earning the hollow title of Alliance Leader, as well as the authority of the Beggar’s Sect.

This was a unique design of the Holy Light Battlefield, providing special seating for each competing team.

During this time, Yang Tian had been searching for a place to settle down; constantly moving through the forest wasn’t a viable solution.

Either the mother and son enter the mansion together. That would be simple enough—Yu Qingyao’s personality was too stubborn, incapable of compromise. And since she was so dearly favored by the Prince, she’d attract enemies without any trouble. Then I could act opportunistically—either ally with others against her, or ally with her against others—I’d surely survive in the Prince’s mansion.