Chapter 126

Moments later, Yun Yang and Master Mingyu’s gazes grew distant.

“My god!”

“So that’s how it is!”

Through the information granted by the Thunder Seed, and the cross-realm greetings from Masters Yan Song and Yi Hong in their spiritual sense, the two finally understood their current situation.

Eliminate evil, accumulate merit, gather thunder seed, and replenish oneself in return!

“No wonder we have to stay in Yangcheng,” Yun Yang muttered, “you’re just a two-world gate—we keep shuttling back and forth.”

“My lord, since you distrust him, why not turn him into your personal guard? All guards have been forcibly fed the Loyalty Pill—you’d have far greater control that way,” laughed Lai Liu, Harrington’s strategist.

At first she thought nothing amiss, assuming the Empress’s appetite was due to starvation in the Cold Palace—but now it seemed her appetite kept growing, and it wasn’t because of that.

He had barely complained a few words when Wu Da and Wu Er burst out the back door and immediately threw a net over the Xuan Gate Seal.

For three powerful cultivators to simultaneously experience time perception distortion, the problem must lie not with them.

Ye Hao exhaled. So much had happened lately—since arriving in Yanjing, it was always Xiao Qingyun or Ling’er, one after another, leaving them utterly worn down.

Vesemir knew well that the Wolf School couldn’t train only students from Cintra, so he sent Eskel and Lambert to other regions to find promising candidates for witcher training. He wasn’t worried his apprentices would return empty-handed—this time, the witchers had ample bargaining chips in their pockets.

Fortunately, he had warned Chen Wei; the company was now running smoothly. Aside from a meeting and negotiation with Foxconn regarding mobile business, nothing else required urgent attention.

Thus, Xiao Chengyang, a security guard still in his probation period, received unprecedented treatment.

Dry desert sand, endless labyrinthine alleys, sudden assassins—everything made every expedition member restless and uneasy.

Luo Luo of the Outer Circle, Great Tiger Hall, paled slightly but did not fear; he spun around and charged forward.

“I’ll be found if I go back anyway—might as well stick with you!” said Miss Dan stubbornly.

“You two hurry and notify Brother One—tell him these two are the ones. I’ll stay here to watch them, so they don’t escape!” The Second Boss licked his lips with a sly grin.

Next came a scene that stunned everyone present: all saw General Guan Yu of Dingbei suddenly stagger, while General Liu Yong felt a violent gust of wind rushing at him—he hastily raised his blade to meet it.

But some from ancient great powers who had previously seen Tang Xin were deeply shocked by his appearance now.

“How is it?” anxious Master Xu finally saw the two physicians step out, wiping sweat from their foreheads, utterly exhausted.

Stepping out from the quiet back gate of the Great Chu Imperial Palace, Ma Rushuang felt her heart bloom, suddenly refreshed and light.

James’s final game stats were 29 points, 7 rebounds, 10 assists, and 4 steals—nearly identical to Sun Zhuo’s debut stats—but he played longer, logging 43 minutes.

Ouyang Wudi sat on the bed, one arm wrapped in gauze; his expression was grim—clearly, the Butterfly’s twin needles had wounded him badly, and he wouldn’t recover in less than half a month. He Tianquan secretly rejoiced: fewer rivals meant easier action.

The Western Regions remained stable; occasional bandit gangs had been crushed under Zhao Yun’s thunderous strikes and vanished. The army no longer set up camps, only pitched tents, and dug deep, wide ditches around the perimeter as basic defense.

Su Lingyu watched his expression, her throat moved—was that so? Even Daoists thought she should accept the marriage to Ye Shaochen?