Chapter 116: The Divine Tomb Outline Completed, Ambition Soars

In April, Huizhou had already begun to warm, the scent of renewal visible everywhere—grass, flowers, and trees by the roadside had all sprouted new buds.

Along the Xinanjiang, the weeping willows stretched before the eye in a sea of green, their meters-long branches swaying in the wind.

Just looking at them brought peace to the heart.

That evening.

Cao Sheng rode his bicycle home from school, gazing at the weeping willows swaying by the river, the green grass on the riverbank, the colorful wild flowers.

Although they had threatened Huang Dongxuan that if he didn't let them into the city, they wouldn't help fight when the Shu army arrived, could they truly stand idle if the Shu army actually came? What had brought them all the way here, then?

The moment Ming Er looked up, he saw Dao Mingfeng's enormous Palm seal descending from the heavens with boundless terror, forcing him to instantly channel his demonic energy once more into Demon God Eighth Rank.

So clearly, Carlyle hoped Arty and the Martial Saint would exploit every opening to pierce the Spur's defense into a sieve.

To be honest, before this war, Sun Xiang had treated him well—he had asked for little, and Sun Xiang had mostly granted it. He had been willing to repay her. But he never expected that once war began, Sun Xiang would become so obstinate, so heartless.

"Princess, I've confirmed it—all arrangements are set for a banquet right after tomorrow's morning court." A Huan replied.

There really wasn't any left—perhaps he could borrow grain from Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping; after all, given his relationship with them, wouldn't they at least owe him a little favor?

No matter what Lin Guo'er said, Bai Ze had already prepared his next retort—the Ferris wheel was definitely less fun than bumper cars; he wanted to tease her.

Amid the surging blood mist, the ancient, gnarled Lin Mu were consumed by crimson light, their green turned to vermilion as the Blood Mosquitoes of the Spirit devoured them—within an instant, the entire Ancient Forest became dust.

His battle blade swelled further, a thick wave of deathly aura accompanied by scarlet blade light slashing toward him; as Jun Fengming retreated, he was stunned to find the blade light advancing further the moment he moved backward.

Chen Daniu's eldest disciple, Lin Dong, had been given this nickname when Chen Daniu first picked him up—he had been blind then—and though he had since been cured, he remained Chen Daniu's most proud disciple.

"It's somewhat complicated—someone has already gone to confront Fang Bin on her parents' behalf. But honestly, Fang Bin's family background isn't as simple as it seems." Long Yihuan glanced uneasily at Yan Aonan, as if unwilling to say more.

Ye Xuan sensed the gravity of the situation—under what circumstances would Xia Xue not reply? He spread his spiritual power—buzzing vehicles, birdsong, human clamor, the faintly fresh air… At ten thousand meters above, Ye Xuan felt cold.

His cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul level; among those present, only Xiao Tu could perceive his movements, and Xiao Tu was now chatting merrily with Long Yiyi and Long Huan, so how could he notice Xiao Le's trickery?

Xi Nang froze, his body completely stiff—not because of the hairy thing's words, but because of the scene he saw.

At that moment, the Water Scale Captain stood calmly behind the Water Dragon Clan Chief, his long sword precisely piercing through the chief's heart.

"Oh, I forgot—you're the Princess of Loulan. In Loulan, buried beneath endless desert sands, they probably don't even have boats—how would you know what a jellyfish is?" Li Longfei chuckled.

The last time the Realm King's teleportation was pure bluff—the Nine Realms' gate stood right there, and the Yellow Spring Watcher, that giant, stood at the mountain's foot, his massive mountain-splitting axe resting on his shoulder; even from afar, Ye Xuan saw him.

Li Longfei had already decided—he wouldn't leave today unless he made Chen Meiren laugh and cheer up.

Xi Ye recounted the hairy monster's story in a calm tone, watching the others' expressions shift from initial disbelief to growing skepticism.