Chapter 245: The Sect

Lin Mo opened and closed his eyes, and the surroundings changed instantly.

He staggered to his feet, then bent over and gagged.

Fortunately, as his cultivation base improved and his blood and qi became robust, this dizziness had greatly lessened.

He took a deep breath; just as his vision cleared, a face of exquisite beauty appeared before him, startling him badly:

"Hey, little brother, how are you? First time meeting—I'm your senior sister!"

Wei Changfeng struggled to control himself; he now understood—he understood everything all at once.

Xiao Yue merely nodded along with Wu's words; she knew that if Wu said she wouldn't provide upkeep, that stingy woman would never agree.

Ye Shu's behavior was just too strange, but since the boss had spoken, all I, a mere employee, could do was obey—I went inside and grabbed the compass and ruler, and even brought talismans and yellow paper out of caution; who knows what might happen in this deep mountain forest, especially at night?

"That's right! This is the legendary Golden Heavenly Wings! I'd only heard rumors—according to the former guardian spirit of this Shenglong Gate, a deity once crossed the Desert Gate, obtained the Golden Heavenly Wings, and departed. I never imagined I'd witness this divine marvel today!" said the gatekeeper spirit.

He glared at Li Shi; what others did to whom he couldn't control, but Li Shi's treatment of Old Man Yang enraged him—Old Man Yang had been devastated by Wu's death, and he'd been caring for him constantly; in this freezing weather, how could Li Shi refuse to give Old Man Yang charcoal?

…Uncle? I chuckled. If we're talking age, I don't even know how many generations back I am from him.

Old Man Yang and Yang Changfu exchanged glances; they both knew Old Man Xiao was right—the Yang Changfa household now lived like city folk: eating white rice and flour, wearing clothes without patches, and eating meat and chicken every few days.

The tattered Black Tiger flag still fluttered amid smoke, its bloodstains faintly visible. In this scene, the flag seemed absurd. In just three years, Yan's elite force had shrunk from a million lions to fewer than thirty men.

Under Hang Yue's guidance, Liu Shan bought two sets of fashionable clothes, a handbag, and a new phone. Hang Yue, being more reserved, bought only a dress and a pair of high heels, even though Hang Yu had offered to pay.

Youthful and radiant, with a touch more mischievous charm—was this the type Su Chi liked?

As for the interrogation content, it was all the same: Wang Hao said everything he could, and there was nothing worth saying about what he couldn't.

"The Western barbarians are defeated soldiers—their entire nation's army was shattered by Lin Zhuo. What's there to fear? Japan is entirely under naval control—what's the big deal?" Empress Li struck down each of his arguments one by one.

"Why are they still fighting? How did the arena turn into this?" Ryōko asked in shock.

As soon as the man spoke, the Ye Yang Sect members burst into laughter at the Chai family—now the Chai family was utterly finished.

Hao Zhuo and his three companions always trained together; they had long since developed perfect synergy. The Flame Dragon Killing Array required more practice in coordinating with the other twenty true dragons.

Bai Susu turned to look again at Ye Fei, still sprawled atop the tiger formed by Ying Hua; she grew anxious—clearly, she was no match for the man before her, and rescuing Ye Fei was impossible.

For a man now utterly powerless, Wang Hao had no reason to kill him.

Upon receiving the command from his spiritual sea, Yun Feng thrust his sword sharply—and at the same moment, he flicked his wrist and hurled the blade directly.

Jian Han hesitated for several minutes before replying with an ellipsis; Jian Qianqian watched and couldn't help laughing—but she held it in, constrained by the ongoing performance.