Chapter 678: Grass on the Vast Plain

It was already late at night, yet Fang Chongyong still stood by the second-floor window of a small building near Penglai Gang in Dengzhou, gazing out at the sea vessels in the harbor.

These enormous sea vessels were like lurking giant beasts; the scattered dots of fishermen's lanterns were like the beasts' eyes.

Mysterious, bearing an indescribable wildness.

Fang Chongyong thought of the trajectory of maritime trade's development.

Maritime trade had enormous economic potential; during the Southern Song, it even sustained vast fiscal expenditures.

The loli evil dragon sensitive interjected upon hearing the quantifier "one," and at the same time she tried to strike a Wing Chun pose, but before she could finish setting it up, she was interrupted by the dark-faced Qi Ren.

If he truly wanted to learn from him, he should not have launched a counterattack just now—simply pushing them aside would have been enough, since they could not hurt him anyway.

After looking around and finding that Suyi and the others were all in class, he said a word to the Crystal Clan chieftain. He said he was going out to train for a period—half a year at the shortest, a year at the longest. For cultivators this time would pass in a flash, so the chieftain agreed without hesitation.

After some deliberation, Fairy Ningke happened to learn that Pingtu had emerged from seclusion, and considering that she still felt uneasy about it, she had originally planned to send Zhao Ziming to find Senior Shi.

From the look of it, when that monster fled just now, it had casually crushed the heads of several passengers with its claws.

"Yes! So you can run. For the sake of our past relationship, I'll let you have a ten-meter head start!" He Peng said coolly.

"Then how do we open the Yin-Yang Gate?" Qian Mengmeng asked again. That "corpse" had only mentioned the Underworld Road and said nothing else—she had no idea how to get in, nor did she know anything about a Yin-Yang Gate, let alone how to enter.

Hearing these words, Sheng Changning's suspended heart suddenly relaxed. The voices downstairs were still muttering, and she replied irritably.

Rao Xuekong felt a trace of awkwardness hearing this—what exactly did Ji Cairan mean by telling her all this?

From the corner of her eye, Xia Xinwen suddenly caught sight of a black shadow shooting like lightning toward Xiao Chunan's back. Her heart clenched, she gave a loud shout, and then released a ray of purifying light.

Though she said so, Hua Ming and the others were still beside themselves with excitement, and Rao Xuekong also carefully taught them how to use hand grenades.

Got up. Seeing those three still sleeping like pigs, there was no choice—left a note: I'm heading to the jianghu first. Once you're online, message me. I'm called Feng Xiaoxiao.

"Thank you." Mu Zifeng smiled reluctantly and walked toward the car, clearly very worried about her grandfather.

After Fu Qiuning said this, Jin Fengju's complexion finally shifted from coal to the bottom of a pot—still dark, but not quite so severe. How could Jin Zhenyi not know he had escaped a calamity? At this moment, he could not be more grateful to Fu Qiuning; he wished he could rush up, grab her thigh, and call her "Mother."

Under the protection of the green barrier, he hurriedly prepared the King of Indulgence, wanting to see whether these particle halos could withstand the psychic shockwave.

The most profound mysteries are often hidden within the simplest appearances. Just like these seemingly unremarkable dilapidated buildings. If not for someone guiding the way and repeatedly explaining, surely no one would ever dream that right here, there was a concealed passage leading hundreds of kilometers to the north.

With Nilak personally inviting, Gelaite naturally could not well refuse, and had no choice but to socialize at length with the assembled dignitaries of the city lord's mansion, accompanied by Nicole and the others, before setting off at high speed toward the imperial capital with a faint buzz of wine.

"It is all the arrangement of Heaven!" Mafei, too embarrassed to decline further, had no choice but to attribute the credit to "Heaven."

Just as expected! When Allen and Marcus stood at the summit of the high mountain, their keen eyesight made out, across peaks several thousand meters away, that many, many caves had been carved out. Clearly, these were dwellings provided for human habitation.