Chapter 447: Zheng Fa Pleads Poverty, the Elder

When Shangren Tongming arrived at Jiushan Sect, he had already anticipated that the Hundred Immortal Alliance would be struggling.

Yet the scene within the Jiushan Realm still took him by surprise.

“Zhang True Person, how has the marketplace come to this state?”

Shangren Tongming, following behind Zhang Shijie, pointed to the Jiushan Realm marketplace and asked.

He had a vivid memory of the marketplace’s former bustle:

On previous visits, it had been lit up brilliantly, teeming with pedestrians, the air thick with the scent of steaming food and clamor.

Upon hearing of the Northern Barbarians’ return, Mo Xuan and Zhao Bing’s expressions grew grave, yet both fell silent in unison, not interrupting Daiyu.

This upheaval shattered the servants of Guanqiu Palace; months of suppressed anguish burst forth in tears.

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“Tomorrow, the old lady plans to burn incense at Yongning Temple; I’ll naturally accompany her. Let’s meet near Yongning Temple then.” Gao Feng said.

If left to continue, this great tree may soon collapse with a thunderous crash.

Below them were the four imperial consorts of the second rank, and the nine concubines of the third rank; the fourth-rank Jieyu and Wanrong positions were each limited to two, and Emperor Jinglü’s mother had once been the fourth-rank Xiang Wanrong.

Han Chenyi hesitated for a moment; he now had no choice—whether he spoke or not, it made little difference.

When he arrived at the agreed-upon teahouse, Yu Shan saw Liu Ge standing at the door, breathing heavily.

Sai Ying placed Nan Gong Yu’s hand on her cheek. “Besides you, I will marry no other man. Though you refuse to wed me, I am willing to serve you for life. Sai Ying vows this oath and will never break it!” With that, she suddenly turned her head and bit Nan Gong Yu’s wrist.

The project extended only to Motuo because between Motuo and Assam lies Zangnan—the region that haunts the hearts of our people. It is currently under Indian control; until war breaks out, we cannot openly send engineering teams there.

His story is a legend: he saved the First Heaven from ruin, stormed the Second Heaven, and became a prime target of the Star Sect, Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and the Daoist Sect.

He had expected this to be a crushing blow, but before he could even mock or sneer at him, the man arrived again—with the Hurricane Group in tow.

And these troubles, the island master will silently support him behind the scenes, clearing away all obstacles—because only by truly helping Ilan build his own empire will Ilan become the strongest backer of Coco Island in the future.

The power of this ninth-rank Sacred Flame is indeed terrifying, far surpassing Xiao Yifeng’s fourth-rank Sacred Flame.

This delighted Xiao Yifeng greatly; he marveled that cultivating this scripture was undoubtedly the wisest choice.

Xiao Yifeng did not use soul attacks; instead, he fought Lin Xi with his own strength, unleashing all his power and the blade’s sharpness, matching Lin Xi evenly.

But even if he doesn’t understand now, it doesn’t matter—he will use every means at his disposal to force them to reveal their true intentions, making them never dare to look down on him again.

These matchmakers stayed a while, then slunk away, muttering as they left that the rumors about Ye Chen were indeed true.

Ning Dao felt moved; the loyalty of beast companions was rare indeed. This reminded him of Ning Ling—when it mattered most, Ning Dao used Reverse Reincarnation to sever their pact, so that Ning Ling might live.

Inside the hospital room, An Rui gloated as he watched Mu Sihan scream in agony, the satisfaction of revenge surging within him.

This is true; before arriving, Li Beicheng had looked into it—the Lu family did not start their fortune through jewelry.

Originally in a bad mood, but after Lu Niaoniao’s call and Li Beicheng’s visit, his spirits suddenly lifted.

To challenge a deity with a mortal body is an immense difficulty. For her own safety, she must become a deity.

With ample grain, Emperor Qin Shi Huang’s Qin Army could now be deployed, marching northward.

After everyone boarded, the spirit boat roared, then rose from the outer courtyard square, becoming a streak of light that shot across the sky.

On the road, they even encountered an imperial decree war chariot roaring toward its destination.

At this moment, for her, she could not refuse any betrothal offered—otherwise, she would be openly defying them.

One could say that the Wu Hun Sect’s fortune began to be absorbed by Tang San, the chosen one of destiny, from this very match.

Jiang Yang was not worried about whether these people would repay—they could easily work for Great Qin, earning wages to settle their debts; once paid off, they would regain their freedom.

But for some reason, I felt that man resembled Lan Xiuzhu, so I looked up and took another glance.

The two exchanged heartfelt words all night—promises of eternal memory, of never parting, of forever together.

Then Chen Feng recounted, with embellishment, the ferocity of the poisonous scorpions. Chen Hongyu’s hair stood on end, his face pale with terror—he would never accept such a mission even if it cost him his life.

Yu Banzhi spoke vaguely, but Shi Lei understood every word—because Shi Lei had eavesdropped on his entire conversation with Bai Yuan.

And had Yin Jun not altered Zhang Guorong’s fate, Zhang Guorong would have proposed to Mao Shunjun two years ago.

Mu Qiuniang nodded, then, as Mu Nan had said, walked slowly from one end to the other, eyes straight ahead.