Chapter 681: Raise an Army for a Thousand Days, Use It for a Single Hour

In Dengzhou, at Penglai Gang, the scenery here was uniquely fine.

Sea vessels were moored in the harbor, row upon row in close order. Their sails leaned against one another, blotting out the sky and sun.

Seabirds danced in the sea breeze—a scene of perfect tranquility.

On the harbor's pier, squad after squad of Tax Guard Regiment soldiers boarded the sea vessels.

Their military orders for this campaign were to go to the State of Bohai and demand tax payments from certain tax-evading maritime merchants!

As for how the political situation within the State of Bohai stood, their true objective in going there—

Especially the fruit grown at Wuzhuang Temple, under the influence of these Ginseng Fruits, was naturally sweet and delicious.

In that instant, the tiger demon's claw blade, trailing a bone-chilling cold, lifted away from Tang Chan's seemingly fragile skin on her neck.

"Sister, I never meant it that way at all—you're the one reading too much into it." Hearing these words, Yi Yao's pretty face flushed with a touching crimson, and she spoke shyly.

It was like sitting for an exam one had prepared for in earnest for a long time, one that determined the future. So no matter how many times one had reviewed beforehand, right up until the moment the exam paper was handed out, one's heart still raced with nervousness.

After saying this, Wan Tianxeng's feet barely seemed to touch the ground; not daring to delay any longer, he turned and strode briskly away.

Sometimes Haitang would even fall into a daze, her gaze drifting into the distance, lost in who-knows-what thoughts. And it went far beyond even that—Haitang would purse the corners of her lips from time to time, stealing faint little smiles, her delicate cheeks flushing with patches of pink.

Since Luo Xi came here often, with her leading the way, the gate guard did not say much and directly led Liu Zixuan and the others inside.

Liu Zixuan took another careful look at the Nameless Sword; that strange sensation still lingered, but for now he could not articulate it, nor could he investigate further. He put the Nameless Sword away, tucked it back into his pocket, and headed out as well.

Ou Weibin held his head high and looked at Sun Li with smug satisfaction, asking a question he believed Sun Li could not possibly answer.

After booking the room, Xiao Yifei returned to it, washed up briefly, changed into a thicker set of clothes, then grabbed his wallet and such, preparing to head out for a meal. Having gone hungry all day, he had to eat something decent for dinner. Of course, Xiao Yifei had been carrying the Blue-Eyed Silver-Tail Needle on his person all along.

The people of the other three great families also sat on the mountain watching the tigers fight, without the slightest intention of intervening.

"The elders of your sect are truly despicable. They knew perfectly well about your feelings for Brother Yuxuan, yet they sealed your memories and arranged a marriage alliance between you and the Jiang family—that's simply too shameless," Mei Yuyao said indignantly.

Though both could read people's hearts, the Yeshi people still had to rely on demeanor and expression to guess what lay within, whereas Kristi could see at a glance the secrets hidden in your heart.

After all, sagging breasts had troubled her for a long time; even going to the hospital had yielded no solution, and it was worrying her to death.

For a moment, Zi Han spoke up and recalled the one who had once fought at his side—but ever since his defeat at Lou Ying's hands in the final battle at the Spirit God Battlefield, he had returned to the Heaven Soul Dynasty.

That car also flew upward, tracing an arc, shooting straight off the highway; after landing, it rolled several times, smashing until the entire vehicle was deformed.

And He Liuyun was already charging forward like a locomotive with a rumbling roar, using his palm as a blade to unleash the "Heaven-Splitting Single Slash" once more.

Although Fengjian Hanyue dodged that palm lightning, its momentum remained undiminished, striking a large tree not far away.

Seeing this, Fang Yi's expression changed drastically. Without the slightest further hesitation, the twelve bronze figures surrounding the Imperial Seal suddenly blazed with light, and wave upon wave of vast divine sense surged forth like a torrential flood.

At the same time, the sky above the entire arena was instantly covered by invisible, transparent glaze, as though a mighty being had waved a sleeve to envelop the whole arena, preventing any power from spilling out of it.