Chapter 721: Leftward Sun King

If Lu Lingzi didn't call him "the reincarnation of Bianque," but used the folk name for Qin Yueren—"Bianque."

Xiao Yu immediately realized the divine physician this old Daoist brother was about to introduce to her was no ordinary figure.

Many things from her past life were hazy, but she at least remembered the story of "Bianque meeting Duke Huan of Cai."

Yet in the Pangu World, the divine physician "Bianque" was real.

Lu Lingzi could only refer to Qin Yueren as "the reincarnation of Bianque."

Cui Bin said nothing, glancing at the Mack tribe members who had prostrated themselves; with Susu present, they had lost all will to resist, and distant familiar energies were detectable—even Mack could sense them.

"Your Qiu Sheng's skills may be great, but if you travel entirely on foot, it will take at least a year and a half to reach our Dantai family. That's why I'm urging Qiu Sheng to set out sooner." Dantai Mieming repeated his earlier words, omitting the parts about trials and hardships.

He glanced at the hundred-plus soldiers behind him; though their faces were pale, their crocodile-skin armor gave them some courage—they hadn't soiled themselves. The forest was the wolves' domain; if Xiao Mo and his men clashed with wolves there, even if they won, they'd suffer heavy casualties.

A scream rang out, and instantly, the harmonious scene turned upside down—the inn slammed its doors, merchants fled in panic, their expressions as if they'd seen the Plague God himself.

Chu Ge felt a pang of emotion at the wild boar's desperate, last-ditch effort to drag him down with it.

Four strong young men unloaded the coffin from the cart and struggled to carry it into the mortuary.

He then stared at Death God Thor, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes fixed on the Death God as if gazing at a dead man.

The moment Dantai Zhongyuan's words reached his ears, his face was flooded with terror.

In front of everyone, Nalan Henzhu dared not mention Nalan Yan; she only insisted on seeing the family head.

Though they escaped unharmed, Jiang Ran and Bo Shiyuan were both deeply shaken, and the earlier tension between them vanished.

When he saw the giant, bear-like Dake slowly pull a broadsword from the carriage, his face changed—he walked straight past them without even turning his head, sprinting away as fast as he could.

"Darsi, return to the territory!" The Spirit King, eyes bloodshot, shouted toward Darsi in the distance; the moment he spoke, the combatants vanished before Li Weidong and Darsi's eyes.

Compared to this disruption, two more fresh forces had joined—Er Xu and Dake; even without Dake lifting a finger, just his massive frame alone made most people pause and reconsider.

"Qi Tianyang!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but before I finished, I was kicked hard—pain made breathing difficult, let alone calling for help.

Don't think I didn't hear you laughing over there! I clenched my teeth inwardly, filled with bitter resentment.

"That's all?" The steward, who had served Yang Yunjiang for years, was unmatched in reading people; seeing their guilty expressions, he naturally didn't believe them.

"How do you know the room is safe?" Yang Ruojie looked over, his tone gentle, yet his deep eyes held a piercing scrutiny—as if he could see straight through the soul.

His prescription wasn't a cure—it merely delayed the patient's death.

The deep forest returned to its former silence; the evening wind curled fallen leaves, twirling them in reluctant, lingering spirals before they slowly drifted to the ground.

She thought for a moment and said, "Here, give me three thousand gold. The rest is just for making a friend." The boy beamed, bowed deeply to her, and pulled out a stack of silver notes. He counted forty, and handed them to Yang Lan.

She simply crouched down, opened the few bamboo slips one by one, searching for what appealed to her.