Chapter 121

"What can we do? Your strength is the weakest among the six of us—if you don't go, are you expecting Qiu, our top-ranked vice-palace master, to step forward? That would be outright bullying." The Tianqiong Palace Master sneered.

"It would be nice to see some familiar animals." Li You thought to himself. Meat was still the most reliable way to replenish energy. Fruits were fine for now, but they didn't fill you up for long—and some fruits only made you hungrier.

At the foot of Ziwei Gate, hundreds of martial artists had gathered; no matter their stated reasons, their shared goal was the Tiger Roar Sword and the Qilin Brocade.

"Alright, let's go home." Chen Fei declared loudly, surely the most imposing he'd ever felt in his life.

"Young Master Lu Xuan, rest assured—this matter concerns Lord Mo Hua, so my Death Hall will never be negligent. As soon as the four great families make a decision, I will notify Young Master Lu Xuan immediately." Master Qiu said.

Although the high density of Nickel-Lan Gold made it difficult to raise the speed of ships forged from it, such a massive vessel still cost at least ten million Hunyuan—nearly equivalent to the entire fortune of an ordinary low-rank Marquis-level Immortal.

With the matters here mostly settled, he still felt uneasy about Su Han's condition, so he called again. This time, Su Han answered the phone herself.

Lu Xuan had no idea what "Staff Dao insight" meant—but after fully absorbing the information and reading the reflections left by the mighty master known as Demon Staff Chu Lang, he finally understood what "Staff Dao insight" truly was.

Amid the lightning-fast exchanges of blows, Jiang Cheng and Casimi locked eyes with each other, as if trying to read their opponent's thoughts through sheer gaze.

When the two stepped out of the underground passage, even Ye Leba's decades of underworld experience turned his face pale—everywhere around the villa were his men, frozen in grotesque, bizarre poses like ice sculptures.

"Then, Xuan brother, why do you want to marry Yan Yunshan? Don't you know how much that bothers me?" Yan Shuangfei pouted, showing no effort to hide her displeasure. She knew this attitude would make Liang Xuan feel she was more genuine.

In the end, Lin Wei couldn't bring herself to refuse Fu Jin, so she stalled for now—perhaps when Su Bei returned, she might even agree. After all, having a child couldn't be rushed—it didn't just happen because you wanted it.

Entering the chamber, ten burly, fearsome Xiongnu warriors stood on either side, while in the center sat a youth clad in woolen robes and a fur hat, radiating formidable authority. Beside him stood two others: Left Liwang Yerduo and Right Liwang Sangtu.

"The Shadow Palace? Is that what you've been busy with lately?" Yan Shuangfei pouted, curiously pressing further.

The next instant, she snapped her head up and saw a handsome man standing before her. She eagerly grabbed his arm, terrified he might vanish.

Moreover, Wang Zhan and his four sons had deliberately concealed the truth and never informed the scattered Wang family branches, so even now Wang Hu still didn't know whether it was true or false—he believed it was merely rumor.

Good. Finally, silence. Lin Wei squinted, then smiled faintly. The smile was so subtle it was nearly imperceptible—but those with sharp eyes still saw it.

The Dean respectfully accepted the check, nodding in agreement, yet a cold sweat suddenly trickled down his forehead.

A Young Master is a Young Master—never shows weakness under any circumstance. Always "swallows his broken teeth with blood"—dying for face, suffering for pride.

At this moment, Meng Po had arrived at the Naihe Bridge, still gazing at Zhang Jianhao, as if lost in thought.

Boom! Due to the sheer terror of their battle, the Linglong Cauldron's seal was shattered. At this moment, Ling Xin was exerting all her strength to deal with the monster and could not fully activate the Linglong Cauldron—it was finally broken free.

"Then, where does Miss Ye live?" Aunt Chi asked again, worried that even if Ye Ziling had suddenly fallen ill, Yin Zikang would surely go to her home to care for her.

After hanging up, he turned on his phone, greeted his teacher, and headed out to buy supplies—tomb-raiding tools were usually purchased locally.

Qi Qi was stunned into silence—the sudden pain in her neck made her dare not make a sound.

Li Hai had no need to give him further instructions; he'd only hoped to get inside the door. Though it was still difficult, he never expected the deputy director to do anything more.

Was it overconfidence in his own blade technique—or had he become so obsessed with swordplay that he'd descended into madness?

"Seriously, what are you dawdling for?" Lin Xiaotian's eyes flickered with annoyance. He snatched his wallet and quickly counted the cash inside.

As Feng Hongge stared at Huangyuan Yuyu, silently expressing his confusion over the man's meaning, he suddenly heard another familiar name.

The Devourer Lord spoke. Yu Di and the other two bowed and withdrew. The Ninth Lord smiled, walked over, poured fine wine for the two, then topped off the Devourer Lord's cup.

She was furious inside, but she didn't know why—she had a feeling that as long as Lin Xiaotian remained ahead of her, that disgusting robber could never harm her even a little.