Chapter 98: Giving Daoist Yi Hong a Little Shock

Gu Zhao and the others stayed in Gangcheng for a few more days before preparing to return north.

After seeing off the Daoists from Yuanfa Palace and making plans with Yun Yang to meet him in Xijing for paomo, Gu Zhao sought out Yi Hong Daozhang.

“Will you return directly to Bai Yunguan?” Gu Zhao asked.

Yi Hong Daozhang nodded. “I’ve collected most of the Longmen scriptures by now. What’s left is just reciting sutras, drinking tea, and resting at the temple.”

No mundane affairs bind me.

Chen Yi said nothing but walked over to the object. At first, he felt nothing about it, but as he stared longer, he began to sense some connection to it—he couldn’t describe the feeling.

He had foreseen it before; this time, it wouldn’t be so simple. He felt a suffocating pressure—the same pressure he had felt when confronting fate.

She knew that with men, you had to make them wait first, or they wouldn’t appreciate you.

His general’s staff managed well, and the prefecture was no issue; the real problem lay in the vacant posts across the commanderies. Zhuo Commandery had only the governor Ju Zong and the county magistrate Xu Miao; the governor and most county magistrates of Liaoxi Commandery were also unoccupied. Youzhou had seven or eight vacant two-thousand-dan posts—on paper, the official system was nearly dead.

At He Zheng’s command, the two halted. This farewell meant their next meeting, barring accidents, would be a year from now—at the next evaluation for the Golden Seed slots.

At this, he smiled proudly. Though his cheeks remained deathly pale, his unhidden confidence was palpable.

As the company grew rapidly, the enthusiasm of every Weidimension Tech employee intensified.

Su Ni paused, and finally, joy appeared on his face—he was genuinely curious about the Spirit Slave Field’s missions.

Su Cheng estimated that, with Earth’s current technology, building such a tunnel would be impossible within the next fifty years.

Hong Tian was ecstatic. He needed exactly this kind of battle—only in such combat could he find the breakthrough he sought.

Ye Tian’s hand trembled involuntarily; his spiritual power began to circulate slowly. Thin, visible air currents rose around his body as he watched the approaching Nameless one with caution.

A surge of heavenly battle qi shot skyward. Lin Feiyu leapt forward, unleashing his full power as a Return-to-Void cultivator. He did not wait passively—he struck first.

But I also began to fear, because Gu Man’s place in my heart grew ever more important. Criminals couldn’t harm my grandfather, but they could hurt those I cared about.

Su La Meng sat atop a hill, gazing longingly at the night sky. Every time a helicopter roared overhead, she fixed her eyes on its movement.

Both wore simple clothes and plain hairpins, their faces covered with plain silk scarves. Their garments were coarse and dull in color—one black, one brown—and blended into the night. No wonder I hadn’t found them before.

“What do you mean? What did you say?” Tao Xuer’s face turned ashen. She could no longer smile, glaring at Ankang with her eyes narrowed, ready to strike.

I quickly covered my mouth. As I looked up, I caught a faint, nearly invisible smile in his eyes. He hadn’t expected me to be so direct. He hesitated, then we fell silent.

Huang Li hated the Fox Clan. If not for saving Hu Miaomiao and his sister by hiding them in his tongue space, Su La Meng wouldn’t have died under heavenly retribution trying to save him.

Xia Qing himself reacted with utter calmness, smiling, answering questions as they came. His attitude was neither distant nor overly warm—just polite, giving everyone their due respect.

“Li Min, who did this to you?” Niu Zihao already knew: in this campus, only the vast family of the Demon Star Curse Witch could have launched such an attack.