Chapter 112: The Immortal

The Sun family's location was only half a day's journey from Beiyu City, so they weren't in much of a hurry, even deliberately slowing their flight speed.

Furiel, silently following behind the Death Knight, received the reward for being the first to submit, but as a normal human, she could not use the weapon saturated with negative energy without harm.

After a fraction of a second's thought, Han Xiao instinctively bent down to dodge the bullet, even though he knew how absurd it sounded.

The Bone-Shortening and Tendon-Realigning Art is one of the ancient martial arts; tied to bones and tendons, it is also a technique of the Medical School and one of the famed skills of the Zhang family of Yudu, so Chi Nong is an expert—he praised Cai Zixiao like this, proving Cai Zixiao was no ordinary man.

"I agreed?" Yue Qianxi said coldly, reaching out to rescue the cat from his hands and slowly stroking its fur. The normally furious white cat instantly grew calm, its amber eyes fixed on Liu Qianshang as if glaring at a villain.

The charred outer shell of his body might still hold for a while, but its effect seemed minimal; his round head stared at the Lord of the Strange Festival, who had done good with bad results.

Zeng Li had just stabilized his stance when Tang Yonghe shouted out—he immediately fell to the ground.

He was of course doing it on purpose; this shameless fellow was so unreliable—how could he let him run wild?

Of course, most importantly, her good temper and fine upbringing made it hard not to like her.

"Under these circumstances, whether we enter early or late won't make much difference, but if we delay our departure by a day, we might avoid them." Lin Yumeng pointed to the map left by Zhao Wufa, silently estimating the speed of Ye Xingfeng's group.

Before the sun had even risen, Meng Fan woke up, climbed out of the plastic greenhouse—and found someone had woken up even earlier than him.

Xiao Shangguan Yunfei knew the sniper was hiding on the slope ahead and had used tree trunks for cover; this group wouldn't be easily taken out with one shot, and the sniper was also carefully aiming at them—likely targeting both directions, though still holding fire.

Li 'Yu' Yao, practicing in the hall, saw Su Nan carrying Xiao Shangguan Yunfei downstairs and entering his room; she noticed the blood trickling from Xiao Shangguan Yunfei's lips, startled, and ran upstairs to open Li Xi's room.

After Ye San died, everyone said: "Ye San was truly stoic—he died to prove his resolve!" Others said that as a man, using death so easily was too feminine.

Xi Lin swiftly rolled down Li Tianqi's left sleeve, gripped the Qimen Dunjia mark on his wrist, and channeled magic power; Li Tianqi felt a heat surge in his left wrist—the mark was imprinted onto Xi Lin's right palm, then transferred to his own left wrist.

He was the number one on the Guoshu Rankings, known as the Old Nervous Man. He was a truly terrifying figure—even Hua Zhenggang dared not look him in the eye, only stealing glances.

"Politeness?" Lei Teng startled himself with this thought—when had he started caring about others' feelings?

The group departed, went to the fireworks shop, negotiated the price, promised delivery before dinner, then returned to the Lu residence.

"Yes!" Qian Cai and the others responded, rushing toward the Governor's Mansion; meanwhile, the guard rotations at the city gates were completed amid battle—except for the guqin, resistance was nearly nonexistent everywhere, and victory came overwhelmingly.

Only the fitted armor remained, but it hung loosely, offering no protection against the revealing view.

I ignored her rudeness, walked straight to the round table, pulled out a chair, and sat down naturally opposite her.

At the same time, large amounts of grime oozed from Ye Kai's skin surface, emitting a foul odor.

Yu Min nearly suffered a fatal shock—had Tong Lele really been pushed to such extreme trauma that she'd lost her mind?

The whistle of arrows whistled past the ears of the two Qinnan Princes, and several times they felt the wind of the arrows brushing past their ears, burning like fire.

Renau finally snapped out of it, took the cup of water, sat on the sofa, and got straight to the point.

"This battle still must be fought, regardless of whether it's him. Our prior arrangements can force them to divert large forces to respond, while we, like in the old days, strike straight for Jiang Shikun's Half-Moon Mountain."

Spiritual energy in the palm coalesces into a snake that enters the enemy's body, inflicting sustained high damage and causing irreversible damage to the victim's meridians.

And some people were buying, causing the vehicle to stall; at that moment, the Monk walked over and saw food stalls on both sides, even some playing cards.

The flow of celestial and terrestrial qi was affected by the subterranean rat general's cultivation, flowing into the earth, blending with the mixed celestial-terrestrial energy, and eventually seeping into the deeper nest of the subterranean rat general.

Cang Shaoyu scanned the crowd several times, finally fixing his gaze on Fang Yino. Their eyes met, laced with mockery—he clearly already knew Fang Yino's identity.

Along this journey, they endured too much suffering, escaped death many times, and still had to pay to pass through. Yet even so, casualties remained heavy.

Mingyue stared curiously at Fang Xing; in the past, when foreign ministers arrived, Zhu Zhanji would have them immediately dismissed.

"The road is hard" speaks of rugged terrain, but the route from Beiping to Tongzhou had been extensively rebuilt due to canal transport—wide and smooth.

Guanyin's face showed rare solemnity; she formed a Buddha seal, pointed one finger at the stupa, and a corner of its golden light extended toward the silver glow, finally connecting in midair.

An Zi had just begun to tidy the tea set when he saw the visitor and froze. So did the guard Wang Physician, who had risen from Yuan Shi to Three-Star Yuan Jiang—now seeing Fang Yino, he leapt to his feet.