Chapter 475: Teaching According to Talent, the Harmonious Iron Fist

“The paper… maybe don’t publish it yet?”

Gu Chang hesitated for a long while before speaking.

Zheng Fa was slightly surprised, looking at this senior disciple.

“If the other disciples find out about this… I fear they’ve built up too many expectations.”

Zheng Fa froze, then saw Gu Chang’s expression darken: “I nearly went mad, my physical form damaged—could it not be because of the torment of my spiritual root? The other senior and junior brothers likely suffer the same.”

“Perhaps

Immediately, the rest of the caravan took up their roles; with various techniques, not long after, a luxurious flying vessel materialized on the spot, making Wu Di inwardly marvel—this old patriarch of the Tang family truly knew how to enjoy life, with grandeur to spare; tomorrow, when he had time, he too could assemble such a discreet yet extraordinary team.

Yao Wuliang was the elder patriarch of the Nine-Tailed Devouring Heaven Fox clan, father of Yao Tian and Yao Xuan, and like Ning’er’s father Bai Fen, held supreme authority over the clan.

The two palms collided; that demonic hand was instantly shattered by Feng Hao’s palm, dissolving into a cloud of blood mist.

That eerie gaze seemed to contain terrifying killing intent, along with boundless pressure crushing down.

The demonic sound entered his ears, but Jiang Mo remained unmoved—he possessed a mighty spiritual sense that towered over all others; what could such a mere demonic sound do to him?

Thinking of this, Elder Su Xing straightened his back, subtly adjusted his robes, and brushed his hand against his storage pouch—he had absolute confidence in his “Su Xing No. 2.”

The other two marquises nodded and drew their personal magic treasures, simultaneously pouring vast quantities of ghostly energy into them.

“You!” Sima Gan roared in fury, but before he could move, a vast, majestic aura—proud and sovereign over heaven and earth—exploded from Yan Kai’s body! Like a flying dragon soaring above the heavens, it looked down upon all beings with haughty disdain.

Yet in the eighty-first match, Ouyang Hua narrowly lost; his opponent was one of the top ten experts from the transcendent ancient family of Juntian in the Central Plains, his fists wielding the force of ten thousand catties, like a humanoid ferocious beast.

Ye Tianhao galloped on horseback at breakneck speed, swift as an arrow, catching up within dozens of breaths.

The other five Immortals of Cui Xia, who had been struggling with divination, face reading, Ba Zi, and aura observation to find a suitable name, immediately dropped their hand seals and nodded in deep agreement.

The surrounding demonic folk erupted upon seeing Li Fei, shouting to seize him and deliver him to the Demon Emperor.

“Is Cao Cao, the King of Wei in the Three Kingdoms, trapped inside that light gate?” Chu Fei asked, gazing calmly at the luminous portal.

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly revived; under the eyes of all, another auction item was brought onto the stage.

“Ah!” With a long sigh, Luo Tian turned and walked toward the distance; the wind blew fiercely, green grass swayed with the breeze, dark clouds churned and rolled overhead, faint flashes of lightning flickering within.

Even Nascent Soul completers could not withstand it, retreating backward until they reached a thousand zhang away; those with lower cultivation retreated even farther.

After Gu Hengxi entered, he arrived at the agreed location and waited for a long while before Chu Lang finally showed up.

“Don’t rush, Master Attendant. The young master just arrived in the city and has been arranged to rest at Pengyuan Inn. Once he’s rested, we’ll bring him over tomorrow.” Feng San replied respectfully.

Chu Xiangyu stood in the arena, sneering—what fairness? It’s just that they can’t bear to lose, afraid I’ll win and regain my freedom, no longer under their control. He’d suffered enough as a slave; even if he died today, he’d never return to that life worse than pigs and dogs, living only to survive.

I have spiritual wealth and a strong mind; I can withstand any rumor, any slander.

The stableman who accompanied Xu Fengnian on his first journey into the vast martial world, before dying, proclaimed to the world with a sword technique named “Six Thousand Li”: “The sword still lives in Western Shu.”

At the same time, what puzzled Ni Suanqiu was that, according to his spiritual sense, the movement speeds of the two black mountain giants were nearly identical—if a cultivator were flying within this Sword Shadow Mountain, they would still fail to notice the strange change in the stone walls on either side.