Chapter 813: One Hundred and Fifty-Nine: Master Sun, the Benevolent

One Hundred and Fifty-Nine: Master Sun, the Benevolent

Inside the water dungeon.

Just as Old Sun the Daoist and the fat monk believed Ouyang Rong was about to slip away.

Ouyang Rong suddenly picked up Old Sun’s food box and walked toward the adjacent Bing-character-sized cell.

At the water-curtain door of Cell Bing, a food box had been pushed out, waiting to be collected.

The vegetarian meal meant for the pale youth had already been eaten.

After removing this food box, Ouyang Rong did not leave as usual; his behavior grew strange.

Inside the water dungeon.

Just as Old Sun the Daoist and the fat monk believed Ouyang Rong was about to slip away.

Ouyang Rong suddenly picked up Old Sun’s food box and walked toward the adjacent Bing-character-sized cell.

At the water-curtain door of Cell Bing, a food box had been pushed out, waiting to be collected.

The vegetarian meal meant for the pale youth had already been eaten.

After removing this food box, Ouyang Rong did not leave as usual; his behavior grew strange.

“Hey,” Yang Tian crouched by the threshold, holding a jade token—the previous one had shattered during the battle with the Yin Yu Die; this one was newly issued by the academy.

This blunt mockery instantly drew scorn from the wealthy present, their gazes sharp as blades scraping over the three faces; even Ruan Yu felt embarrassed, and had Jiang Kun not been gripping her, she would have run off long ago.

Located at the lower abdomen of Europe, directly blocking the throat of the Black Sea and the Mediterranean, its strategic position is naturally vital; moreover, the region is home to numerous highly complex ethnic groups and diverse religions; since the fourteenth century, it has been Europe’s powder keg, always ready to ignite a great war.

“But my great vengeance remains unavenged—I cannot accept it,” the evening clouds faded, stretching the girl’s figure long and thin; Yin Shuang pressed her lips tightly, her slender frame appearing so fragile.

Under the combined strike of Xiao Rang and the Emperor, the arrow was deflected, and both Xiao Rang and the Emperor were blasted backward dozens of zhang; each held their breath, their chest qi churning like a stormy sea, barely suppressing the urge to spit blood.

“Clatter!” Jiang’s mother, busy in the kitchen, dropped her spatula in panic upon hearing Li Ningyu’s reply; she hurried to clean up, but just then the outer door burst open, and a youth appeared before Li Ningyu.

“Why do you keep checking the time?” During Er Ya’s recounting, I noticed her glancing at her watch multiple times; I couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Whoosh!” A piercing sound cut through the air; Yang Tian spun around to see a dark speck hurtling toward him. At first he frowned, but soon his expression turned to shock—the figure was Mu Yue’s.

Yu Fei’s face remained utterly calm as he silently channeled his internal energy to stabilize Shen Jiaojiao’s injuries.

The grand contest alternates between the two sects; this year it falls to Lingxiao Palace. Three years hence, the next grand contest will be held on the square of Qingshui Peak, making this year the most hectic for Lingxiao Palace.

Seeing they could not board the vessel, both teams unhesitatingly leveled their crossbows at Wu Jin, still clinging to the wall; but Wei Shi never released his bowstring, firing arrows in rapid succession to grant Wu Jin a safe, buffered descent.

As Qin Moshang was lost in thought, the door opened and he entered, finding Lin Cha staring blankly at the ceiling, her face flushed.

Song Sisi told her that after she left, the Mo family’s birthday banquet proceeded as usual, yet the entire evening carried an eerie, oppressive silence; that night, Ji Shu summoned the family physician and barred Mo Lianghong from entering.

Then, a flash of mottled radiance, and it flew back to the shoulder of the tea-drinking youth, closed its eyes, and remained utterly still.

Jack looked at Brother Xiao and suddenly realized he had truly loved Li for all these years—his greatest rival must be him, after all, he was the only one who had seen Li eating without being terrified away; someone like him, even if an invisible billionaire earning vast sums, could never afford to keep her.

Seeing her like this, Qin Moshang sighed, lips curling slightly, and directly placed a chicken leg on her plate.

They’re all beautiful; Yi Guzhe and Yi Luoyan are no less striking—going out brings advantages and convenience.

Especially under public scrutiny, there’s no hiding it—everyone saw it; this is too humiliating—how can their sect face the world?