Chapter 77

I closed my eyes, thought for a moment, then opened them again. I looked at Wu Ershan and the other two, my heart brimming with battle lust—no matter how the other had laid his trap, I would focus on the present. First, I’d rescue these three.

Hearing Xiao Chen’s words, I actually paid close attention to the news—and indeed, according to real-time reports, no hostages had been harmed on the hijacked plane.

In this great war, apart from the places protected by Zhou Yuan and the Celestial Saints, every other region had been dragged into the Witch-Beast War to some degree; even some primordial beings, due to the locations of their cultivation dens, were directly engulfed by the Witch-Beast War and ultimately perished, their Dao extinguished.

“What are you trying to say? That Chen Fei came to cause trouble? I remember you two used to get along pretty well,” Xiao Qian asked coolly from her office chair.

Previously, when Zhou Yuan entered seclusion for a thousand years, he not only fully integrated all his cultivation, but also gained deeper insights into the Dao of Humanity.

Hu Xie knelt on one knee on the ground of the central command tent, while Hu Tae’er, seated on the main dais, had been dead for a long time—his lips blackened, poisoned to death.

I never expected Lin Yayue to come directly to the Mundane World to find me. According to my original plan, she was supposed to remain in the Fēngqíng World; her sudden appearance here meant something urgent had occurred in the Fēngqíng World, forcing her to return.

But now, merely assuming human form, Ao Rui was more than enough to suppress Duanmu Chen—there was no chance at all.

As for Bao Weng, his demeanor turned instantly icy; his gaze was piercingly cold as he fixed it on me. He looked like he was ready to swallow us whole at any moment.

Hearing the three judges on TV praise their son, Yang Tian and Jiang Yi couldn’t help but beam with joy.

Zun Mojun thought to himself, yet his body drew closer to Gu Muxing, a mysterious smile on his face that sent a chill down one’s spine.

Near the entrance of the midway camp, Ye Xing halted his horse, switched to a warhorse brought from the stables, then set off again, riding with two knights toward the location of Wei Fu’zhang and the others.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes and instinctively reached out—his hand met only emptiness; the bedding still held a faint chill.

Zun Mojun raised an eyebrow, scooped up another large bowl of greens, wrapped them in beef from the spicy pot, and shoved it all into his mouth.

“The only problem is our manpower keeps dwindling—if we can’t recruit new bandits, the village won’t hold out,” Gu Xun mused, then voiced the issue he’d discovered.

“Minister Wang Xuan pays homage to Your Majesty, and offers heartfelt congratulations on Your Majesty’s ascension to the throne. May the Great Tang, under Your Majesty’s leadership, subdue the Four Barbarians and usher in a glorious new era,” Wang Xuan said, bowing respectfully before Li Shimin, who sat regally upon the throne, radiating vigor.

At this late hour, a guest screaming loudly in a guest room must have been fighting or quarreling—many had never encountered such a situation before, so naturally they were startled and confused.

Ye Liangyi reclined lazily on the plush couch at the top, propping her chin with one hand, exuding an air of captivating charm.

She walked beside eunuch Li, head bowed, and said, “Eunuch Li, I know the palace has its advantages, but everyone’s fate is different—who knows what the future holds?” With that, she sighed.

Just then, Su Xin and the others had prepared some vegetarian dishes, and Zhao Jia arrived carrying a large tray of dried feed pellets; everyone hurried over with smiles.

“I say I can, and I can—I’ll decide whether I actually acquire your Lándǎo Building later; you don’t need to worry about it. Even if it’s a dream, it’s my dream, and you’ve got no say in it!” Li Tian said, each word deliberate, staring at the furious Zhang Chunxiao.

Both of them pulled out their Life Boards, exchanged a glance, confirmed their earlier suspicion, and immediately looked down at the boards.

Although the Southern Ming Fire is typically the exclusive domain of the Phoenix Clan, this fire dragon’s uniqueness lies precisely in that: Southern Ming Fire is the Fire of Life—the Phoenix’s ability to be reborn from flames depends entirely on this Southern Ming Fire.

They say gold coins are scarce in Creation, with many unable to afford even fifty gold coins as an entrance fee—but here, gold coins were being tossed out like scrap paper, piled in heaps.

Ye Tian paused slightly. The assassin ranked number one on the hit list? Wasn’t he said to have vanished a long time ago? Why bring him up?

And now, I—who could once be easily overthrown—endure endless torment. The one tormenting me is A Ban, weeping. A Ban is conscious, yet she is controlled, forced to slice my flesh blade after blade. Each cut draws a tear from her.

The Grand Priest sighed. Ni Mu, a Saint at level 151, though lacking in talent, had reached the Saint Realm for over three hundred years. Had she taken her opponent seriously, even just tested the waters, she wouldn’t have been instantly slain.

Though young, Xiao Nan was already a striking beauty-in-the-making; Wang Tian could already envision the radiant, luminous woman Xiao Nan would become.

I truly can’t fathom how Qianren Yilang dared to act so recklessly against this person—he died without an ounce of injustice.

Thinking of this, Tong Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps he should have destroyed Jiang Liang utterly from the start—then he wouldn’t have had so many troubles.

Although I didn’t really want to choose either of these two, I knew I had to pick one—and compared to wetting myself, I’d rather have Zhang Yingying help me. It’s more dignified.

“Look at the stone wall behind the Three Lives Divine Tree—underneath that stone, something’s buried. Dig it up,” Heitian instructed Dian Feng, who followed the order.

Her red lips pressed together; Xiao Han grew quietly alert. From her time in the Ghost King’s Secret Realm, she knew such a massive disturbance would inevitably draw the attention of many Soul Warriors.

After giving Lin Miaomiao time to think, Jianjian pulled me out. I asked Jianjian: What exactly did Lin Ling say to Lin Miaomiao to make her look so disturbed?

A chorus of affirmations rang out, and I, Liusha, Gao Jin, Mo Ying, Jin She, Huoyan, Lao Kai, and the rest of us boarded the vehicles.

However, there was one astonishing change between the Immortal Realm and the Source Realm: both the void and matter seemed to have grown far more stable.

Outside stood a cargo van—likely heading to the city, a long journey that wouldn’t arrive until dawn. Before any incidents, I’d taken this route once, during the time I went for the paternity test.

“This is Tie Clan property. In Xiangxi City, the Tie Clan and the Ghost Palace jointly hold power—both factions boast experts of the Dao Extreme Realm, their cultivation unfathomably deep; some are even far stronger than I am now!” Xiang Gangtian spoke softly, as if recounting a tale.