Chapter 700: Blood Stains the Mother River

White Horse Ferry was famous for White Horse Mountain, and the ferry crossing lay at the foot of the mountain.

Che Guangqian had his troops stationed at Huatai, not far southwest of White Horse Ferry. Since the Warring States period, this place had been the established garrison point for guarding White Horse Ferry, bar none.

Shi Siming's army on the other side of the river could only see that the Bianzhou army had set up a grand camp at Huatai, but could not tell how many troops were stationed inside, nor could they tell whose forces these were or who was commanding them.

Liyang Mountain was also called Dapi Mountain, and its fame far surpassed that of White Horse Mountain.

"I—" gazing at Bing Yueyan's beautiful face, Ji Zilong suddenly stammered. He wanted to voice an oath, but did not know how to begin.

Thinking of this, Ji Zilong began to observe carefully, only to see these energies in countless fine threads, coiling around his soul, some even piercing deep into the depths of his soul, binding it firmly.

Saying this, Shangguan Aojie drew his sword with a clang, then prepared to hand it to Ji Zilong.

Lin Luoyao walked to the door of Lou Yun's room and knocked. Though she did not have this habit, today was a special day.

At this moment, Luo Xingwu, who had likewise already drawn two daggers from his waist and was watching the distance warily, suddenly asked this question.

People were both angry and resentful, their hearts filled with unbearable jealousy, yet they were helpless and could only curse Ji Zilong inwardly for putting on such an act—little did they know that Ji Zilong genuinely did not know what this was.

Seeing Wu Yue and Lingying leaning close to Liang Lijun's side, seemingly reluctant to leave, he shook his head speechlessly and sent his divine sense probing toward the Chen family.

These sixteen clones—every killing motion they made was utterly natural. Amidst the dancing spiritual artifacts, killing intent spread. Each clone could cast Ji Zilong's spiritual arts; though not as powerful as Ji Zilong's own, they were still exceedingly formidable.

"This high?" Liang Wanyu and the other consorts heard this and looked at Hu Hao in astonishment, asking.

Yang Tian waved his hand with some impatience, thinking in his heart how to send away these ten thousand wolf demons. If these wolf demons were allowed to mix into the capital, whatever happened then would be impossible to predict.

A Jin smiled and said, "I'll handle inviting them—at most, I'll let them have a taste of 'Suofu,' and they'll surely come to help." His implication was one of great anticipation for the latent power of temptation that 'Suofu' held.

Jiu'er saw that he was completely immune to her tricks and glared at him several times in displeasure, puffing her cheeks as she stormed off in a huff.

Moreover, Huang Qi had long been prepared for this, usually giving him careful instruction and allowing him free use of the clan's resources, all with the aim of cultivating him into his successor.

The man took the phone, skillfully scrolled through the contacts, swiped directly to the call log page, suddenly stopped his finger, and dialed.

"A few friends are coming over for the New Year—need to arrange a place for them to stay!" I replied nonchalantly.

These various types of insectoids had a highest cultivation no greater than the equivalent of Nascent Soul, and most were only at the combat level equivalent to Golden Core or Innate. But their numbers were enormous—ants in sufficient numbers can bring down an elephant. Even though both A Jin and A Qing were at the Spirit Severing cultivation, over time they could not withstand the insects' relentless attacks.

"Girl, let me carry you out on my back." He was afraid that some unknown plant inside here might make this girl itchy—perhaps causing an allergic skin reaction or something of the sort.

Lin Yu had long since studied "Spirit Refining" countless times, but only had the cultivation method for the first layer. After much deliberation, he reached a conclusion: he must cultivate the first layer to Great Perfection before he could practice the second layer. Yet even this first layer's technique was already enough to make his heart race.

"We're at the entrance of People's Hospital," I said, looking at the situation outside the car window.

Lin Yu naturally understood who the "he" in the other party's words referred to, but did not point it out. His gaze likewise passed through the membrane toward the auction platform.

As is well known, life genes and soul consciousness belong to two separate cultivation systems. The former uses strength characteristics as the basis for judging aptitude, while the latter is measured by consciousness nodes.