Chapter 371: Uncommon Mind, Unparalleled Insight

Zheng Fa didn't know that Mingde Shouzuo had arranged the Hao Ri Sang for him.

After hearing Chengkong Shangren recount the Seven Dragon Hanhai Array, he learned the full picture of this battle—and from Chengkong Shangren's lips, he discovered that Youming Xian was dead.

Zheng Fa thought for a moment, then turned to Xuehe Laozu and Jiao Wuji beside him.

"Does the Great Zizai Demon Sect still have any Soul Transformation Shangren?"

The two exchanged glances; Xuehe Laozu's expression was uncertain: "I know of none left, but I don't know—"

Early the next morning, Hua Jianmeiji attended to Wu Bei's morning ablutions and attire, while Xingye brought breakfast. The last time Wu Bei came, Hua Jianmeiji had summoned the finest tailor from Japan to make him several outfits, which she now helped him put on.

At this moment, inside Fengwu Palace, Li Wantiang sat upon the Phoenix Throne, savoring the joy of her scheme succeeding.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly turned strange; Li Yue, regaining her composure, noticed Shen Ze's gaze.

As Shen Qingqiu was leaving, her eyes turned icy as she looked at the Crown Prince: "If His Highness knows why she is so agitated, why not let her go?" Gu Tang froze in surprise.

Fu Jiusheng helplessly halted, turned around, pushed open the window—and sure enough, Ao Yin was up to his tricks again.

Moreover, after hearing the doctor's data, he understood even more clearly: she was the same Li Yue he had encountered before.

Regarding the Duotianjing, the Jade Emperor's Legacy clearly records: one cannot forcibly seize the Duotian; one must control it indirectly, using the preceding Deceive Heaven techniques to master the Heavenly Dao's will with exquisite skill.

Oujie should not only boldly enjoy the perks of sitting between two men, but also teasingly toy with them.

Wang Xingyu, upon receiving the report, flew into a rage. He had already planned to ambush the Sichuan South Military Governor, yet the Sichuan South Army had the audacity to pluck a tooth from the tiger's mouth and arrived first.

His body, just tensed, suddenly felt his knees give way; he tumbled straight onto the ground.

"Heh, I've been abrupt—you needn't answer me right away. Suppose this becomes my territory: all registered residents in the city hall become my subjects; all outsiders may choose to become temporary residents or my subjects. I wish to know everyone's thoughts." Ding Kui rephrased his words.

The moment he finished speaking, Qi Yuntian launched a Thunder Slash attack—right there in broad daylight, without a word, he struck first. No wonder everyone called him "the Madman."

"This is terrible! The Minister needs solid proof that the assassin was sent by the Yang family. All leads point to this assassin—if he doesn't survive, there'll be no evidence left." Shandian Mi's temples had sprouted several strands of white hair from worry.

During his flight, the protagonist's relations with both orthodox and demonic sects grew increasingly tense; even the Ghost Valley constantly watched him. With enemies on three sides, how could he survive—and find Mu Zihan?

Dan Chenzǐ merely followed behind Li Yunfei. In an instant, he flew ahead of Li Yunfei; Xuantian Sect shook his head, mentioned Yu Yingnan, and flew after the two. Only Shi Zhixuan had the lowest cultivation, and could only trudge slowly behind.

After the Eight Characters were matched, they arranged the formal betrothal and other matters; neither family concealed anything anymore, and gradually, word spread of the alliance.

Quieting his thoughts, Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the rock and calmly breathed in and out. Spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered around him, forming a vortex—with Ye Feng at its center.

When Liu Xianwei's group entered the command center, the Second Regiment's commander, Han Mufeng, was crouched over a rock, studying a map with intense focus—as if the gunfire outside had nothing to do with him. The group entered the tent without him noticing. Due to its remote location and temporary tent structure, a torch was stuck in a crack between the rocks.

"Situ Dao Tong." Seeing the gray-robed elder, Mateng and the lecherous old man both stiffened, instantly abandoning their opponents and uniting.

Ye Feng immediately struck, swinging a hard slap across the face—and then raised his hand again, clearly preparing to strike another.

Yet he still felt it was far from enough; the blood debt owed to the Jiang family could not be repaid so easily.

Sak remained silent; he could not refute Kaina's words, for every word she spoke was true. Sak valued power immensely; in all these years as Demon King, every action he took was aimed at consolidating his authority.

Even to staff members, he was courteous—such an artist already belonged to the category highly favored by staff.

The Great Wind Bell's function is incredibly useful. If it didn't require a person's gaze as a trigger, it would become a demonic artifact—but thankfully, it is a proper treasure; otherwise, the world would be in chaos.

"General Lin alone bears the fate and safety of the Tang Kingdom—it is truly no easy burden! It makes this humble servant recall the saying: 'The greatest hero serves his nation and its people!'" Chen You praised.

A flicker of discomfort crossed his heart; Chen Che could not help but meet the gray-robed old man's gaze. Instantly, a bitter surge rose within him; an inexplicable pressure blocked his throat. Chen Che could only open his mouth, gasping for fresh air.

"It's not the first time, Master Ji—don't be so proud to admit it. Whenever something's wrong, you must speak plainly." Zhang Qining said as she passed by him.

Could there be more than one of these things in this house? Fifteen children vanished back then—by this logic, the number should correspond.

Zuo Zhangyue, a supreme sacred artifact, is rarely used today; its shape closely resembles the fu axe, so it is now classified under the axe category.

"Mai Doudou is really adorable," still hid beneath a massive boulder, eyes never blinking, watching the entire scene.

Finally, he couldn't resist going to check—and found the door slightly ajar. He opened it and stepped inside, thinking that if Yue Longtian discovered him, he'd claim he was hotel staff.

Through the guard post, Lu Qingyu clearly saw two figures behind him—one black, one white—carefully studying his back. They had clearly not yet recovered from the shock of that perfect Phoenix Impact.

Xu Dieying was happiest when her paintings received recognition; seeing others lost in her art filled her with profound joy—this was why she had always loved painting.

Long Anqi collapsed onto her hospital bed. Afterward, no matter who spoke to her, she seemed soulless, unhearing. Her family watched in silence, each sighing softly with regret.

After a long while, Guan Dacong slowly opened his eyes, tears glistening in his eyelids. He choked out to Chongliu Qi: "Master… did I win? Did I avenge Yunqi for us?"

They pondered and pondered but could not fathom why Sun Daomin would aid Yue Longtian and Le Xiaoman. In the end, they gave up trying to understand, simply watching Sun Daomin—waiting for him to reveal the truth himself.

…You've never seen the Northern King's mastery at playing the fool to conceal his true strength. Otherwise, how else would you think the Huan Province fell?

Hehe… hehe… They say behind every "hehe" lies the four characters "ma le ge bi." It seems the ancients weren't lying after all.