Chapter 150: Little Thief Enters the Palace

Eastern Victory Province, Fuyun Mountain.

The peaks rose towering into the clouds, steep and perilous; the rolling ranges of mountains flickered in and out of view beneath the swirling mists, like an ink-wash landscape scroll.

Mountain streams gurgled, clear to the bottom; along the banks grew all manner of rare flowers and exotic herbs, emanating rich spiritual light—every one a spiritual plant rarely seen in the outside world.

Ji Hongxiu climbed upward along the winding, twisting mountain path.

From the moment she stepped into the mountain, her bearing was utterly different from before.

Wherever he passed, the cloud bridges collapsed section by section, transforming into wisps and strands of purple mist that swirled around his body.

Just as Tuoda and his men had barely finished forming their spear wall, the enemy's army had already begun its charge, shields raised, surging like a tidal wave toward Tuoda's forces. In the blink of an eye, the enemy was only a thousand meters from Tuoda's troops—nine hundred, eight hundred, seven hundred…

But Lu Zheng did not move at all, no fear in his heart, letting the long saber fall—and the instant the saber descended, it completely dissolved, turning into nothingness.

"Oh right, are there any official members participating this time? It won't be that no one shows up again, right? I've heard the new recruits in the organization these days are of worse and worse quality with each batch?" Yang Yong suddenly spoke up to ask.

This monster, the Gold-Striped Serpent, Lin Huang had already seen detailed information about in the monster compendium—its combat power ranged from Black Gold realm to Gold realm. When slain, there was an extremely low probability of it dropping the primitive treasure, the Gold-Striped Sword. But among sword-type primitive treasures, the Gold-Striped Sword could only be considered entry-level; in Lin Huang's view, it wasn't worth taking.

He saw that person give a light push forward with one finger, and the lance in his hand began to crack from the tip, shattering inch by inch.

These three were well aware that, given the current strength of the four great academies, even if they sent their strongest disciples, it would be very difficult to stand out in the Hidden Dragon Battle.

The injured Water Hydra, seeing Zhuota and the others fleeing with Song Jinyu, flashed a cold, fierce glint in its eyes; amid a roar, it suddenly opened its massive jaws and sucked in violently.

Afterward, Ye Xingchen once again focused intently on his crafting. Some say a person absorbed in their work is the most attractive—whatever others might be like, Ye Xingchen was exactly that right now.

Wednesday was the battle for the top four of Lin Feng's group. Early in the morning, the trainees of Lin Feng's group began arriving one after another.

The room was dimly lit, and since no one wanted to be infected by the poison on Wu Mama's body, they all kept their distance from her. So the movements Li Shaofan made, no one saw.

Being refused again and again, no matter how thick-skinned Nangong Rui was, she would still feel embarrassed; but thinking of her own situation, she gritted her teeth and knelt before the four of them.

Over the years, her father's illness had seen no shortage of physicians; even the Imperial Physician summoned for the Prince, she had secretly bribed to take her father's pulse.

She felt that if things continued like this, it would greatly affect both their work and any future collaboration.

The old lady was a little guilty, yet didn't dare actually call in an expert for appraisal, so she could only flush red in the face and use her seniority to pressure people.

White Dove saw that thug, and what was there still not to understand? Her face went white in an instant, and despair welled up in her eyes.

But it was also fine—if this really were reality, then they would surely all still be alive. In "Xia Mengyou's" mind, those faces gradually surfaced. They must still be alive. Thinking of this, "Xia Mengyou" could not help but curl up the corners of her mouth slightly once more.

Why was this matter being investigated now? Or was it that the Qian King had long known, and today, because of the Qian Wang Fei's words and deeds, the development of this matter had merely been hastened?

A countenance like an immortal or a demon, a temperament like snow or wind, a clean voice, skin white as snow—Fu Wuzhan had to admit that Ye Jingyan truly had the capital to make people go mad for him.

This was also why, over these past twenty-plus years, even though the two Lu Yuchens knew of each other's existence, and even though they would use various medicines to control the other, they had never done anything to harm one another.