Chapter 769: Departure

By this point, it was nearly time to part ways.

The Divine Mace Taibao finally asked: “Do you have any message you’d like me to carry to Xianyang—for Prince Gao or Empress Dowager Zhao?”

“Is it necessary?” Xiao Yu didn’t know what to say to two strangers.

The Divine Mace Taibao said solemnly: “I previously advised you—given your current status as a Kunlun Qi Refiner, associating with the Ying imperial clan brings more harm than benefit.

My offer to carry a message for you now is not

The raft glided past; each vessel turned its course and followed behind them, at a steady, distant pace.

Luo Jingtian’s dissatisfaction deepened; his face showed disbelief. Clearly, the opponent’s technique was directly passed down by his master—he himself hadn’t even learned it! Damn it.

The red-robed elder ignored the black bear’s attack entirely, merely flicking his sleeve. Instantly, the surrounding spiritual energy surged, forming a vast spiritual energy ribbon that slammed directly into the black bear’s outstretched palm.

At this moment, the various prefects’ minds churned with countless thoughts, reanalyzing the advantages and disadvantages.

Using the sword as a stake, the sword heart as the eye, the array formed: Seven Stars Trapping the Spirit. Sword qi surged through a sea of blood mist, tearing it open, allowing the morning sun’s light to pour in.

Manfeng’s Beiliang City bordered Linshi Prefecture; to reach Jinhanshan City, one must cross Linshi Prefecture—a journey of nearly one hundred thousand li. Two days later, their fourth-rank flying ship had returned to Jinhanshan City.

Ning Yixuan, expecting Mu Fan to angrily scold him, was stunned when Mu Fan not only didn’t rebuke him but actually apologized—this left Ning Yixuan deeply surprised, and upon hearing Mu Fan speak thus, a thread of guilt stirred within him.

Simultaneously, a pure stream of true qi welled up behind him, causing a faint tremor to ripple through the air.

Since Zixin’s incident, Yun Qihan absolutely forbade her from being alone in a room with Li Yan, hence the earlier scene.

Ji Song flung his hands, and the power at his fingertips transformed into ten threadlike strands, each landing at different points around Lu Feng.

But Captain Rong, you know—no matter how good something is, if left too long, unpredictable changes can occur. Food spoils, water turns foul, bones turn to dust, and so on.

“Lin Xia, you’re the first person to say such a thing to me—and you’ve made me feel that this world still holds kindness. Thank you!” Jiang Shuzhe smiled brightly, as if a long-tightened breath had finally been released.

His figure crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom, smashing a massive crater into the earth.

The number of martial artists on Canglang Isle grew ever larger, yet aside from a few who glanced curiously at the large ship, the rest paid no attention—even failing to lift their eyes for a second look.

Before Jia Xin left Xinjiang, Tian Liu took her to a street stall for grilled meat, as a farewell gesture. At the send-off meal, the two chatted and laughed, showing not a trace of sadness, like close friends exchanging idle talk.

It’s not a matter of who’s right or wrong—only that their environments differ, and thus their perceptions of surrounding things differ.

Yi Lixian jumped off the vehicle, clutching his pack, his face purpling as he gasped for breath. Pain throbbed violently at his temples—he, twenty-one years old, had never felt so breathless, so suffocated.

Guan Le sent him a message early that morning: Li Yan had investigated, and the men who trailed Huang Qingruo last night were truly ordinary.

Xu Nan originally had no intention of dealing with Feng Tian, the idiot—but she stubbornly forced herself into his path.

Neishi Teng frowned, his gaze scanning toward Feng Quji; seeing Feng Quji offer no response, he turned his head toward Feng En, the Left Prefect of the Ministry of Grain.

“If you’re afraid, you’re afraid—why bother with provocation?” Su Nanyan said coolly.