Chapter 169

Recently, multiple plotlines have converged, making writing extremely difficult, and updates are always last-minute.

The servant turned to the wall, took down a bronze pot, opened its lid, and slowly poured the liquid inside onto Publius's body.

Chen Zheng's figure vanished abruptly; a crimson light slashed across the sky, stirring wind and thunder wherever it passed—he had unleashed the Wind-Thunder Nine Strikes Sword Art, long unused, driving a single blade laced with wind and thunder toward Bai Yufeng's chest.

His spirit merged with heaven and earth, perceiving the evolution of martial arts from cosmic forces, feeding back into his yin spirit. A wisp of yin energy spontaneously formed, howling through his spiritual sea.

A twenty-li encampment, divided into east, south, north, and west, surrounded Jingyang City so tightly not even a drop of water or a fly could get in.

"Your cousin Cornelia has brought you more gifts again—she's truly kind to you!" Maximus, seeing the package and food, guessed nearly everything: Roman noble families often intermarried and were well-acquainted.

Chen Zheng, who had been ready to strike, once again reined in his true qi and hid within the shadows, content to become an observer.

After a moment of shock, Ye Han finally regained his composure, yet his face remained stunned, his heart surging with turbulent waves he could not calm.

The demon race has always been called an invincible army; judging by this, calling them invincible isn't unwarranted—after all, if humans possessed the same sense of racial nobility and faith as the demons, they likely wouldn't have been so fragile when disaster struck.

Ling Duyu swiftly waved his hand, pulling up the lotus leaves and pods, along with the entire lotus root beneath, which he yanked out whole. He hurriedly sealed it inside a jade box. Fortunately, he had prepared a large enough jade box for storing large spirit herbs.

Blood trails appeared on the black monstrous bird's wings, blood splattered, and it let out a mournful cry.

Yet, as he waited and waited, and watched the gleaming spirit stones slip through Hao Chan's fingers, his heart ached—endlessly, agonizingly.

Zhang Meng wore the same dress as Su Qing, revealing her fine figure, her face made up with red lips, strikingly alluring.

After speaking, he cast a deep glance at Star-Moon Emperor, snorted coldly, then vanished into the void, pursuing Luo Chen's escape route with terrifying pressure.

One after another, over a dozen disciples came to report—more than a dozen sects had agreed.

Fortunately, Su Xiaomei had a VIP gold card; within five minutes, the server ushered them inside and seated them.

The only disagreement was: how long to wait before fighting? And if they fought, who to strike first?

Jian Nianyun spoke with a trembling, tearful voice, as if something was suppressed, making her words unclear.

"If I could see through it, I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble," Ranran said, exasperated.

The Bai'er soldiers were troops adorned with white yak tails; using yak tails as decoration symbolized might and nobility—clearly, Liu Bei had thought deeply about this.

Upon learning that Prince Jin had arrived, the county magistrate dared not remain holed up in the county office any longer.

At that moment, Bai Jiu pulled out the Star-Moon Reflecting Cauldron from his space—it was forged from Starfall Stone, a meteorite material from the Heaven-Earth Secret Realm, and Nine Heavens Xuan Iron.

After walking further, they finally saw the light Bai Jiu had mentioned. Nan Feng Bei Ze pulled aside the vines blocking it—and froze in place.

Zheng Bin and Liu Yang dared not voice their suspicions, but the drunken outbursts still left them deeply unsettled.

Back at the mansion, Shen Qingshuang had barely stepped into the courtyard when, beneath dim candlelight, three heads lined up and stared at her.

"That's really tragic…" Ouyang Feng said, facing Ji Yexie—no one knew whether he meant Bai Jiu was tragic, or Ji Yexie.

"Isn't it obvious?" the officer called Lao Zhao pointed at the screen.

The one who drew number one was a middle-aged man, his face appearing thirty-something, though his actual age was likely over fifty.

Shen Qingyan held the tea, waiting a moment, but Gu Yuanxiu never reached out to take it. Under everyone's stares, she felt her face burn with unbearable embarrassment.

Li Hengchuan irritably rose from the sofa and hurled his phone toward the door.

Lingyun Valley had regained hope. Looking at the infant in Qin Cang's arms, Ling Tianyang—who didn't understand divine beasts—now placed his hope on the Void Black Flame Dragon.

Duke sat at the head of the table. Though this meeting had been held many times, it had never reached a conclusion. For something that could fly freely in the sky, total destruction was only possible when it landed; once airborne, it was like a dragon returning to the sea—you couldn't even strike it.

"It's already the fifth round," Bai Feng's face lit up with joy—this meant Qin Cang now had a chance to win. Even if Qin Cang endured five strikes from Bai Qi Xiong, he wouldn't necessarily fall, let alone now, when Qin Cang remained at full strength.

After speaking, everyone took their leave. Zhang San, of course, wouldn't neglect Wang Jin, who had helped him greatly. As dusk fell, they passed a hotel, politely deferred, then entered to eat.

Everyone has limits and temper. Once those limits are trampled, all rules vanish—any man with backbone will inevitably vent.

On the aircraft, browsing online forums, Hao Yu and the others realized the heavens and earth had changed again—this transformation had occurred just one or two days prior.

That face was truly peerless—more exquisite than Wu's number one beauty. Even dressed in a gray maid's gown and a dowdy bun, she showed no trace of age.

Baihe had anticipated Jiang Jingru's visit today was about Nian and Jiang—otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen a time when he was away—but when Jiang Jingru stated it so bluntly, Baihe's heart still trembled slightly.