Chapter 141: ASKING THE SWORD! FALSE SWORD CULTIVATOR VS

Among the several Jian Academy disciples who took a shortcut up the mountain path was He Fei, one of the lead guides from Wudao Cliff, Qingshan Sect.

It had been less than a month; Lin Mo naturally still recognized him.

He walked among the Jian Academy disciples, his expression seemingly calm, yet his demeanor arrogantly dismissive.

They ignored the surrounding disciples, all of whom glared with resentment, and marched straight toward the front of the formation.

The reason was simple: most of the surrounding disciples

"Old Huang, don't say that—this is already a lucky draw!" Zhang Lu, ever calculating, sat unmoved, eyes fixed on the drawn lot.

He began to study Long Zhanyan closely: she wore a dark purple robe, exuding an air of effortless grace; her face was clean and composed, her starlike eyes clear and unclouded—she did not seem the type to lie.

Most pirates lacked Devil Fruits, nor did they have San Dao Liu's Soro, or Blackfoot Sanji; their only way to boost combat power was to sheer numbers.

Their thinking was simple: aside from knowing the Revolutionary Army's combat prowess and strategic brilliance, they knew nothing else about it—all intelligence had been destroyed in the Judicial Island battle; reestablishing spy network ties was not something achievable in just one or two months.

At first, Yuan Wu Sheng could still dart and surge, trying to break free from the Five-Light Luminous Pagoda's restraint—but within mere breaths, once entangled by layers of five-colored spiritual light, his movements grew sluggish.

Ye Tingge roughly knew: around the end of last month, rumors swept the city that the upheaval in Dongbai Kingdom, the Qi Palace coup, and finally the Qi-Wei conflict—all stemmed from her scheming. Though not the sole cause, it was a primary one; her year-long withdrawal had been a covert operation in the other two nations.

"Don't worry, Chu Yu!" Gu Yun turned back with a smile before leaving. "Since you don't want to reveal your identity, I won't disrupt your plans. I'm famous for keeping my mouth shut—tight as a drum!"

Something like the Republic's approach—producing all eighty episodes of Romance of the Three Kingdoms at once and airing them—would never appear on any European or American television network.

At this point, the Imperial Envoy was barely alive; when brought back, he had already lost consciousness. Had it not been for these demonic cultivators picking him up, exposure out there would've killed him outright.

Countless sword qi erupted instantly, triggering gasps across the arena—such an overwhelming volume of sword qi, whether real or not, carried an aura potent enough to shatter one's will to fight.

The night was silent; every sound in the room reached me clearly. The even breathing came from my left front—where, alone in the room, stood the only bed. It sat by the door, surrounded entirely by tall black curtains hanging from the ceiling.

Wang Bao had no time to examine the left cave entrance when San Bungzi and the others dragged him into the central cave.

Upon finishing his words, Shen Jingtian caused the remaining Zhang family warriors to suddenly grow fearful.

Yang Jun's actions dealt a devastating blow to Yang Ruoli. Once noble and pure, he now stood lower than others before the Wei family due to his adopted son. Though the Wei family never voiced it, they bore guilt. After Yang Ruoli's death, how could the Yang family bear to remain in the capital, looked down upon by the Weis?

In moments like this, should one unhesitatingly agree to escape—even if it meant losing half one's life?

Thinking of this, Lu Xue'er couldn't help but grow angry, jealous—and the jealousy struck with fierce intensity.

"What?!" The mayor froze, turning a bewildered gaze toward Sun Feixiang—how could anyone have such a bizarre preference?