Chapter 207: Song Boss Comes to Offer Congratulations—Fang Guisheng

The commotion at the nursery gate quickly drew murmurs from nearby villagers and passersby.

“What’s going on here? Whose family is getting married?”

“Married? No, Old Fang’s nursery is starting a company—these people are all here to celebrate.”

Someone scoffed: “That shabby garden of Fang Guisheng’s? Call that a company?”

“You don’t understand—look at how many came to offer congratulations! Oh my… the ones talking to Fang Guisheng…”

Without a tower, he wouldn’t dare show himself before me—he’d huddle behind the second tower, only farming minion lines, which severely limited his mobility.

If that old snake breeder could command a true dragon, doesn’t that mean he’s at least an ancient god, his power comparable to Chiyou or Houyi?

Sensing his blood qi was nearly depleted, Yang Tian cast a weary glance, then pulled out a brand-new supreme blood stone and fully restored his blood qi.

Haha… beautiful as a celestial fairy? My true face isn’t ugly, but it certainly doesn’t qualify as “beautiful as a celestial fairy.”

The three sighed deeply; the two elders beside them couldn’t help twitching their lips. At that moment, the terrifying young man’s face lit up with joy.

“Officer?” Jing Jian felt a strange mix of amusement and disbelief. In his past life, he’d always dreamed of entering military academy and becoming an officer—now, somehow, people were practically fighting to make him one?

His right hand still patted Chen Feng’s back gently, murmuring, “It’s alright, you’re back now,” like soothing a child.

If his grandson said this, there must be a reason. The old man trusted him utterly—just as he had always trusted, and been willing to shed blood and sacrifice his entire life for, the imperial house.

“Pop…” The sealing clay emitted a dull sound, then a fragrant aroma of wine spread through the hall, tantalizing the palate like perfume, making people involuntarily flare their nostrils, eager to taste it.

“Who is it?!” Wang Meng’s face changed at the sight of the newcomer. Though the voice sounded familiar, he couldn’t place it right away.

Like the midday sun shining on ice, radiating multicolored light—beautiful, utterly beautiful.

These two sects were arranged in advance by Xiao Jin, as he’d instructed—otherwise, they’d have had to wait like other sects and clans to prepare.

Lü Xuan shook his head slightly, picked up the Broken Goose Sword, examined it closely, his thoughts drifting far away.

Luo Jia said: “You don’t need to worry—we’re not just rescuing them, we’re also destroying your snake den. Since reaching Divine King Ninth Layer, I haven’t fought anyone yet, younger brother, stay back—this old snake is mine to capture.”

His soul consciousness vanished, but Li Jiang had promised him—he wouldn’t forget. If the chance arose, he would surely slay the realm-devourer named ‘Lu.’

He had absolute certainty—just now’s punch was beyond Ge De’s capacity to endure; even if he didn’t die, he’d be gravely wounded, utterly losing his ability to fight.

The newly arrived Luo Chang whispered softly, then without a word, drew her spear and plunged straight down from midair toward Jian Wuqing with fierce momentum.

Yang Yunhan, at the critical moment, unleashed the “Tiger Wing Form” of the Long Family Divine Art—a technique of overwhelming force crushing ten thousand subtleties.

Gui Tianyi also trembled slightly—he knew Long Luo hadn’t fallen behind these years, but he never imagined he’d grown this strong. No one understood the power of his Immortal Slash better than he did; as a swordsman, this technique far surpassed others of the same realm.

After Fan Yongdou was crushed to death, the entire Fan family fell into chaos—no one even thought of raising money to resist the rebel army outside the city.