Chapter 415: Imperial Envoy from the Upper Sect: Piecing Together the Truth

Another turncoat appeared in that new thread.

The Seventh Young Master Zhao Jingfan rarely participated in such major matters, yet he seemed extraordinarily excited:

“I’ve heard of Qingling Dan!” he replied in the thread, “Wait for me—I’ll go ask around in the sect.”

“...Wait for me!”

Zheng Fa looked at Zhao Jingfan’s words and could almost picture the fellow scrambling out the door in a rush; a faint smile tugged at his lips.

He didn’t press Zhao Jing further.

Fortunately, I got up in time—if the other side had succeeded in ambushing me, the situation would’ve been dire.

If not for their clear memory of this event, they might have doubted whether it had ever truly happened.

At the very least, in every aspect, if there’s anything I haven’t thought of, he can still lend a hand—that matters too.

Now when I cry, he shows no reaction at all. Has all the feeling we built over so many years just vanished?

At least there’s a place for Shangguan Yi at home; helping the family here is better than suffering outside.

With a roar, Chen Yu strained his arms with all his strength—but something utterly unexpected happened.

Gan Luo also needed to return to recover his strength; even though he had learned Ning Que’s Primordial Vigor, his age made him unable to endure such intense combat.

Now Wei Feng and Jiang Jianhui could only crawl along the ground, minimizing their risk of being hit by bullets.

Over a hundred ships were filled with spectators watching from across the water, yet the lone island remained unchanged, as clouds veiled its peaks and mist locked its cold shore.

Wei Feng marked the location directly on the map—it was on a hill behind the abandoned building in the center’s wasteland.

He growled, swung his arms, and a crisp clanging sound rang out as both fists slammed down toward Qin Feng’s head.

Her thin lips tightened; as she raised her hand to push him away and step down from the table, he seized her wrist in one firm grip.

Jing He saw this and smiled, feeling deeply satisfied; earlier, seeing him so heartbroken and desperate had made her feel guilty, but now—ha, it was perfect.

After a moment’s hesitation, the Eight-Ring Thirteen Young Masters, under the threat of gun barrels, all knelt down obediently.

But it wasn’t entirely hopeless—if we poured all our strength into activating the Grand Void Divine Sword, we might still break the Seven-Star Array.

The Zombie King spoke softly, descending from midair; he did not order his zombie army to move, but walked toward them as calmly as if strolling through a courtyard.

When Sha Po Lang and the others dragged the blood-soaked, pitiful Jin Chan Wang to Luo Shengmei’s estate, they happened to see Qin Feng dragging over thirty Knight Kings over the wall with chains.

“The Ganba clan cannot approach light, nor can they approach the divine body!” Bai Mo understood now. No wonder the Ganba Lord suffered so greatly—there was a reason for it all.

His remark left those around him speechless; no one knew what kind of life Li Shamo had led—did he really never live among others, or was he just truly clueless?

“I don’t want to see them,” Qi Fan said, biting his lip and shaking his head, his voice firm yet tinged with vanity. He truly didn’t know how to face them—these strangers.

“Yes, right there—strike with precision, speed, and brutality. Leave no room for the enemy to resist,” Yun Xixi added slyly.

As soon as Qi Fei finished speaking, Liang Tian swept his gaze across the crowd, glancing at the cultivators present.

“From now on, I’ll call you Zijing,” An Lan stuck out her tongue; her playful expression eased much of the discomfort.

Li Muran, under the covers, felt a flush of embarrassment—when had Zhang Caiyi become so clever?

“It’s possible!” Sato Miwako nodded, though her expression clearly showed she hadn’t abandoned this line of thought.

But when Lu Yi confessed his feelings to Luo Qi, Liang Tian and the other eleven instantly stared at Lu Yi in disbelief—no one had expected him to be so bold in confessing to Luo Qi.