Chapter 862: Two Hundred and Nine, Target Rebellion

Two hundred and nine, Target Rebellion

Ouyang Rong listened silently to Sha Ergou’s words, surprised that a man who couldn’t read had even used the literary idiom “repeating past mistakes,” albeit poorly.

But he didn’t know who had taught him—it certainly wasn’t Ouyang Rong, who had always strived to play the role of a dull-witted man.

After a moment, Ouyang Rong could only nod and say:

“That’s true. Sha Ergou is right.”

At that moment, Song Zhian spoke softly, offering a compliment.

When the evening bell rang, most of the officials had already left.

Rong Zhen slowly withdrew his gaze.

She looked down at the sparse figures before Yingtian Gate, then turned and descended the tower, ignoring the surprised stares of the palace attendants behind her.

The cold, icy girl in her palace robes passed silently through Yingtian Gate after descending.

The Yinglong Guard soldiers stationed at Yingtian Gate saw her and made no move to stop her—they simply stood aside and let her pass.

As a Colorful Robe Female Historian, True

PS: Why had Mu Qiu reached the late Foundation Establishment stage in just a few years? The higher one’s cultivation, the harder it becomes to advance. Mu Qiu achieved this in so short a time because she had a sudden enlightenment, saving her decades of effort.

Before she could finish saying “still,” the exposed upper end of the golden cudgel suddenly bent westward, elongating—THUD!—it struck Zhang Yishan on the forehead, then contracted and straightened back to its original form.

But when she saw these people pushing her straight into an elevator and taking her to a place resembling an underground parking lot, she could no longer continue pretending to be weak.

Tianxiang said nothing—no one knew if she hadn’t understood the vulgar joke, or if she simply didn’t care to respond to Xia Yuan.

Several more days passed, and Leng Yan and the others gradually awoke from their cultivation. Each performed a Cleansing Spell to clean themselves, then stood up—only Mu Yixi remained in cultivation. Mu Qiu and the others had wanted to enter the space to bathe, but with Ling Ximò present, they dared not expose it and gave up.

Sweat the size of soybeans broke out on the disciple’s forehead; under Lu Zhao’s gaze, his heart trembled with panic.

Five days left, four days left, three days left, two days left, one day left.

“I understand,” Jiang Dongyu nodded. The more he resisted becoming an executioner, the more likely he was to become one. He couldn’t change his nature, but he would no longer doubt himself—he would face his inner darkness, for it too was part of him.

Hearing this, Jiang Dongyu fell silent. He had glimpsed the ancient sword, a blow that overturned the definition of strength—too terrifying. The Abyss held great secrets; that one fleeting glimpse was already a miracle. What manner of being dwelled within the Abyss, Jiang Dongyu could not fathom—and it was beyond anything he could imagine now.

Both Heiqiuer and Liuli were several body lengths away; everyone silently refrained from disturbing Ye Ge’s thoughts.

But none of them had been inside at the time, so they didn’t know the exact situation within.

“So you mean if I have 180,000, you’ll stop fussing and let me do it?” Chen Fan pinched Zhou Ling hard.

The black market wasn’t open yet, and technically entry wasn’t allowed—but once we showed our credentials, the guards had no choice but to let us in.

Standing for a long while, at dusk, the thousands of soldiers who had taken part in the trial returned into view.

Zhang Li turned his gaze to Zhang Lingling in the arena. Though her expression appeared cold and haughty, Zhang Li wasn’t worried at all—he knew perfectly well that Zhang Lingling was merely intimidating him; he didn’t believe she’d actually harm him.

Their demands were truly minimal—they were already more than satisfied with the current situation.

Xia An’an froze. No wonder she’d never seen Aunt Nan… No wonder Nan Jinnian hated her so much… No wonder… she had caused him to lose his father and driven his mother mad… If she were in his place, she’d probably want to kill herself.

He could think of a way for internal cultivation, but the subsequent cultivation methods for Immortal Arts left him deeply troubled.

The atmosphere was completely off—I even thought my sense of humor was too low, because the first thing I did wasn’t check his condition, but burst out laughing—only then did I realize he’d woken up.