Chapter 593: Inside and Outside the Courtyard

He didn’t call this meeting just to conclude that the convergence of the Nine Realms is no big deal—he must argue his case firmly.

My breathing turned chaotic in an instant; his meaning was blunt—he brought up the most reasonable topic between legal spouses. I, who came to negotiate a deal, suddenly became meat on the chopping block.

“Mr. Chen, I really don’t need it—I’ll manage to survive. You truly don’t need to worry about me…” Tang Ya sensed his tenderness and choked up, but she told herself she must not sink deeper into his gentleness, for only she would be hurt.

Or perhaps Niu Lang had some extraordinary background that enabled him to help the Golden Ox Star Lord? To make a Star Lord among the Twenty-Eight Mansions owe a debt of gratitude—few could accomplish that.

Yet despite his doubts, the Dong family and Qingyun were destined for annihilation. With no concealment or pretense, Qingyun instantly teleported to the Dong family city and began a furious massacre. When the Feng family city saw Qingyun was a Saint Sovereign, their impulse to intervene vanished instantly; they instead held their ground behind the great array.

After Olivia shouted those words, a dark, hazy mist drifted out of her pocket, hovering in midair and coalescing at visible speed into the shape of a human figure shrouded in gray fog.

At this moment, Qingyun sat leisurely in the main house of the back courtyard, savoring his fragrant tea with comfort and ease, unwilling to leave. This rare tranquility and comfort had relaxed him completely. But good fortune was short-lived—the main house of the back courtyard suddenly burst open as an unwelcome guest stormed in.

“No, I’m just afraid I can’t handle it.” I answered honestly, unable to help recalling that scene in the underground parking lot.

He finally gained the upper hand by harnessing the power of the formation. The Daoist of the Leading Path, seeing Tongtian Jiaozhu’s madness, began to consider retreating. He leapt upward to escape, but was struck on the shoulder by Zhao Gongming’s Twenty-Four Pearl of the Sea, which didn’t wound him but halted his movement.

Upon hearing this, Qingyun’s heart leapt with joy. “Of course there’s no problem. Thank you, Elder Chu.” Qingyun immediately retrieved two Ultra-Sacred Treasures from the third layer of the Ji Kong Realm and handed them to Chu Kuo-yang.

“Hey, stop touching—my hair will get messy.” Mo Mo slapped away Ye Xuantian’s hand from her head.

Places with high human traffic are usually disliked by demons—so why would this fox’s physical form be in such a tall building? Is it a temporary possession, or does it have a long-term nest?

Qingyunzi was inwardly smug when suddenly a jade talisman descended from the heavens and slapped against his forehead.

“So what are you planning to do now?” Gao Lingyun asked after a long silence. In his heart, he now firmly believed Ye Kaicheng was no easy target, so he no longer wished to oppose him. Amid this uncertain situation, Gao Lingyun had decided to cooperate with Ye Kaicheng.

Xu Guang wanted to say more, but Mo Mo stopped him. You're saying I don't have the qualification to join that so-called Team 3?

Song Li landed beside Ning Qianxue, still unsteady on his feet, when Long Ziyan hurried over.

Three companies of guards charged in, armed with semi-automatic rifles; behind them came the weak army, driving the mercenaries’ fleeing troops into wailing chaos.

“M-maybe.” Unsure of what Ye Kaicheng meant, Xu Zuoyan gave a vague reply.

Behind the Marine Corps, the Twenty-Second Division, led by Wang Dongjian, had successfully landed and begun encircling from both east and west.

After the allied forces killed the Steelback Poison Scorpion, they took its shell to have it forged into armor—a process that took considerable time. The allied members only received the finished armor after returning from one expedition into the Wangyou Forest.

The words “fucking” coming from Liu Qingtian, who was always so old-fashioned, revealed just how furious the old man had become.

At around eleven, Situ Xiao sent a driver to pick them up. Meng Zhu brought Qinglian, and Siying brought Yulian. Meng Zhu asked, “Where are we eating?” The driver smiled. “You’ll know when you get there.” There was a certain air of mystery.

As they entered the house, she ordered Qi Mo to brew a fine pot of tea, and ordered Jin Yun’s nurse to bring two pairs of golden ruyi scepters, two bolts of Suzhou silk, and two jade hairpins, sealed in red paper, as wedding gifts for them.

Yet at this moment, as he held her tightly in his arms, she did not dislike the feeling.

Neither of these matters could be rushed. Sam could wait patiently—he and his family now had a place to stay, and even without official papers, it wasn’t a big deal. But Wu Shi’s situation was different; Sam still remembered Li Yan’s original promise.

Long before, the demon hunters in the hall had noticed Lin Xian’er, who looked like a celestial immortal. This inn, where couples stayed together, was expensive—its daily fee reached a staggering one hundred Tianlian coins.

“He’s still here—didn’t catch Zheng Jiqing, has been scowling all these days, just flew into another rage, swearing he’ll find who leaked the information. You think—who among the high-ranking military officials could have leaked it?” Ruan Jingyuan whispered.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Haitong slapped him. Everyone expected Ye Chengxuan to dodge—but he stood there and took the slap without moving.

“Just a drunkard—don’t take it personally!” Song Wuduan deliberately picked up a piece of food for Xiang Yu and smiled reassuringly.

Ten years passed in a flash. Xuantian slowly opened his weary eyes and, seeing the once again thickly dense Chaos Tower, smiled with relief.