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Chapter 119: Deliver the Mission! Are You the One Who Set the Fire?

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Flames ignited from several purple bamboos, engulfing the bamboo leaves blanketing the ground in fire.

“Crackling, crackling…”

The sound of burning continued as flames spread along the leaves, wildly devouring the surrounding purple bamboos and leaves.

“Sssss~ sssss~!”

Hidden purple bamboo snakes hissed, their tongues flicking as they frantically fled beneath the overwhelming smoke.

Similarly frantic in flight were those within the purple bamboo grove.

Immediately after exchanging blows, the four patriarchs of the Zhu, Yuan, Ai, and Zhao families decided to preserve the green mountains, knowing they could always find firewood later; they abandoned their retainers and guards without a second thought and turned to flee.

After finishing dinner, Cheng Yiwan rushed straight to her room to cultivate, more eager than ever before.

Gatherings were always joyful; upon hearing the news of the three, Luo Yu naturally rushed out to greet them.

The fireball flew forward, growing larger with every roll—by the time it reached the crescent moon, it had swelled large enough to swallow the ice crescent whole.

Without hesitation, she floated her long legs, her slender body instantly shifting seven or eight meters away, as a dozen ice-leaf ghost vines erupted from the spot she had just vacated.

Hearing this, Ya’er whirled around to stare at Chen Feng, paused for two seconds, then suddenly rushed back; when she reached him, she rose on her toes and lightly kissed his cheek, then fled with a blushing face.

Who doesn’t know that the Sword Saint of Fusang is about to arrive in Longguo? And the Sword Saint’s sword art originates from Beichen.

Today, at this moment, a man wearing sunglasses sat outside Shangjiang Village, silently watching it.

When the battle between Yi Qing and Yang Dingtian ended, the title “Night Emperor” surfaced for the first time, becoming a hot topic in Huaxia’s martial world.

Lin Xian then realized that Mu Qingyang was also a great master who had ignited divine fire! This was the second such cultivator he had encountered since entering the secret realm—the first being, of course, the True Person Yu Que of the Qiankun Hunyuan Sect.

Could it be they had foreseen the coastal defenses were untenable and evacuated in advance?

Yet, remembering this appraisal technique might still be useful later, he chose to confirm the exchange.

Ji Lin returned home and called Yu Xin, recounting the events to him; he had originally intended to have the Marquis resolve the matter, but the Marquis was nowhere to be found. Yet upon hearing this, Yu Xin grew deeply concerned and prepared to go in person.

The Asura God, mentioned earlier, commanded a powerful special unit: though numbering only a few thousand, each member was at least a Demon Emperor in strength; when gathered, they generated eighteen auras, greatly enhancing their power—this was the power of a set, and the terrifying nature of such military gear.

“System, what’s going on? Can my singing in the real world reach soul-level heights? I don’t seem to have any talent in this area,” Chu Feng asked urgently in thought.

Kunlun, meanwhile, was the most anxious, nearly emptying its ranks to scour the cultivation world.

He felt puzzled: according to his Kuizhenfayan , Ling Yun needed only a little more time to carefully shatter the spiritual power nodes at each central point of the palace to break its seals—there was no need for such complications.

Wu Hao also smiled faintly, a warm current rising in his heart—he could see Wu Ying’s joy was genuine; after all their shared hardships, it was worth it.

Though it Mianqiang qualifies as a holy weapon and possesses autonomous awareness, it still cannot function without a powerful master to control it.

Qingzhou, one of the ancient Nine Provinces, derives its name from its eastern location—east corresponds to wood, and wood is associated with green—making it a strategic stronghold since ancient times.

Each time an anti-Dao criminal is slain, a thread of evil sin accumulates within the body, utterly impossible to remove; even Chen Xi’s current abilities are powerless against it.

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