Chapter 189: You Have Simply Lived Too Smoothly—That Is Why You Are So Shocked by Suffering (10K words, begging for monthly votes)

With a faint smile on his lips, Wang Xianmao rose from the meditation cushion and gave Wang Yulou an embrace he had never given before.

Just as Wang Yulou was still at a loss, the clan leader's transmitted voice echoed in his heart.

"... The Western Sea will surely fall into chaos. Are you certain you won't leave?"

The clan leader first synced Wang Yulou with the information he had obtained from Gu Qilang, including the bluster on the Immortal Gathering Platform about the Xian Alliance's internal war, and then once again inquired about Wang Yulou's intentions.

West

The next moment, Hu Xiao directly brought the White Bone Elder over. He immediately sealed the White Bone Elder's mouth, nose, and ears completely shut. Then he took out an ant nest.

After a bout of emotion, A Tai immediately spurred his horse through the long street, heading straight for the palace within Xianyang's inner city.

It had to be said that Su Hu's lecture was quite useful. After hearing his words, the morale of the people within the city instantly soared.

On the eighth day's deep night, Xiaoyun awoke from cultivation. The instant he opened his eyes, a flash of sharp light burst forth, accompanied by a surge of familiar, mighty aura erupting from within his body.

"Please speak, Young Master Ying!" Yang Yanzhao laughed toward Ying Xuan, as if he had forgotten his earlier conduct.

The mountain forest at dawn was somewhat damp, the branches and leaves covered in dew. In his ears came the chirping of cicadas and the hum of insects. It had rained the night before, mingled with the croaking of frogs, giving a feeling of having returned to the countryside. Since going to the capital, he had hardly heard these sounds.

The car's front faced away from the bridge where Yan Yanqi and the others had come down; this area looked long abandoned.

It was unknown whether there was a hospital near this lavender estate. In such a violent storm, the roads here were surely impassable; even if he contacted Yunfan, he wouldn't be able to get here.

Since Loose City was quite a distance from Longchuan, setting out that afternoon meant they definitely wouldn't reach Longchuan by nightfall. So Ren Ji had no choice but to stay in Loose City that day, and only set out by carriage for Qianyi early the next morning. Before nightfall, he finally returned to Qianyi.

At this moment, the man from earlier had already rushed back. Seeing an extra Zhang Xiao, he was slightly surprised.

Now that Aselda couldn't find her, she was helpless and alone on this Xingzi Island—how was she supposed to get by?

When it came to reading people's hearts, no one under heaven could be more skilled than Liu Huaidong, who had mastered the Qi-Gazing Art.

But if one were to say Liu Huaidong wasn't a cultivator, Sun Ya of the Ye family had personally witnessed him perform the Grand Yi Divine Needles with her own eyes earlier. Without the support of true Qi, could an ordinary person perform Burning Mountain Fire and Piercing Heart Chill?

Lu family head Lu Hai Tao and his second son Lu Qiming sat facing each other. Lu Hai Tao constantly exuded an aura of authority, and Lu Qiming, who was always arrogant and domineering, actually appeared somewhat constrained when facing his own father.

"Wasn't that just a dream? How could it be so real? And it even affected my body?" Chen Yun roared in disbelief.

But after these few days passed, some people also detected his scheme—likely exposed by players who, after being killed and rerolling new accounts, spilled the beans.

Overall it was ordinary, but for some unknown reason Li Zun was so fond of it—perhaps it had to do with nostalgia.

Fortunately, the pressure vanished after a moment. The Thunder Beast's heart, still shaken with lingering fear, thumped wildly, and it didn't dare breathe heavily. It was so terrified that it could only quietly remain on edge, without any complaint, because of the vast disparity in strength.

This Qianjin Fort was nestled in a mountain hollow, its location very concealed. Three sides were sheer cliffs soaring into the clouds, and one side was a city wall over ten zhang high. Facing the city gate was a narrow mountain path—easy to defend, hard to attack.

"Your Majesty, how would we dare let Your Majesty personally take such risks? Please return to a safe place." Hearing these impassioned words, Li Dingguo thought to himself that perhaps the Son of Heaven had truly changed.

Qiao Yuchen shouted loudly. Behind him, Nangong Yixiao and the ten others, hearing Qiao Yuchen calling them, immediately lined up in a row.