Chapter 770: The Three-Eyed Horse King

Knowing the Xiongnu’s new strategy, the Meng family army ceased chasing the Donghu remnants beyond the steppe the next day.

In truth, after two days of pursuit, further chasing was impossible.

To pursue further would mean venturing deep into the steppe.

Meng Yi had indeed formulated a “Northern Expedition Plan.”

After the snow melted, he would lead twenty thousand cavalry to sweep through Zu Guili’s “Beishanggu Commandery.”

Xiao Yu had forewarned them, but now that the war was over, she was about to leave.

The courtesans were brought to the Wang Mansion to perform; Ling Yueyan was not restrained—he took the Ninth Princess to the pavilion, and Wei Yu signaled a guard to summon someone. This Ninth Princess was no gentle soul; she had come to the mansion to marry the Prince, and the Princess Consort must not be slighted.

“Satanias, let us perish together! Hahaha!” The purple-striped black bear wildly attacked the magic array above the cave.

Although Master Jingyan had left, the evening chanting still continued; this time, Wang Chen led her in recitation.

Zhao Jue had just finished a meeting with the strongest few adepts in the base and had barely sat down when he encountered Cen Qing and others.

Only the truly top streamers would spend money to host such banquets; under normal circumstances, such people were never numerous.

She knew exactly how hard she had bitten Mu Yunyi, and the original novel had been crystal clear: Mu Yunyi disliked Xiao Yihan—hated her, even.

“So it’s settled? Who’s my partner for this?” Xiao Yihan asked Sister Ai.

Watching the old man who stubbornly guarded the gate and refused to leave, then glancing at his sister-in-law cooking, and his elder brother—who had been driven inside by his sister-in-law with his child—they seemed to have completely ignored the three of them, going about their business as if nothing had happened.

He occasionally struck down the beasts foolish enough to attack him, refined their core pearls with heavenly fire, and absorbed the pure energy into his dantian to fuel the development of the dark star within.

Suddenly, Wei Ning felt as if a thousand lightning bolts had struck her—charred outside, tender inside, a thousand wild horses galloping through her mind.

Hearing applause that wasn’t meant for him, Da Lizi grew anxious, especially as the score gap widened; he quickly signaled his lackeys again.

Countless others stared at the ruin, their gazes burning hot; now they understood—this ruin was the true body, while the distant one held not the slightest value.

“I never boast, because I once fought Lei Gong, studied his thunder, and his casting methods—that was years ago, before either of us was famous. Lei Gong had some knowledge of the Eight Trigrams, so to break his thunder, you must understand the Eight Trigrams,” Yi Tian explained.

The young light figure waved his hand and began demonstrating the mysteries of the Youquan Thunder-Slaying Sword Array.

“My map only charts my path, An Gule, and part of Audele’s route; we did not map the unknown regions—that’s the unpredictable factor, and the greatest latent danger,” An Gule continued.

Li Yun looked down in shock at the ground beneath his feet—the distance of dozens of meters made his eyes contract sharply.

All present were overjoyed and naturally agreed; Tai Xuan immediately began healing the sick and wounded, then caused pear trees to bear fruit, letting everyone eat their fill before teaching them survival techniques.

Though Tai Xuan did not understand why the two resisted leaving this realm, he had no time to ponder—he immediately sensed the spatial fluctuations of this world, swung his sword, and sent eight-colored true qi swirling along its blade, thrusting it into the massive spatial rift that had swallowed Song Que.

Tai Xuan carried this hope—the very aspiration of all cultivators in the “Covering Heaven World” for countless ages—the path to immortality, step by step ascending toward the void, until he stood beneath the celestial constellations.

The heavenly-grade martial techniques and treasures had already been divided; staying here any longer would be a waste of time.

The surname is the family name, the given name reflects generational order, and the courtesy name is bestowed by parents; thus, the surname remains unchanged from the start, the given name follows generational ranking, and the courtesy name is chosen by the parents.

Yu smiled and nodded; though the crane’s beak stung his palm, he loved the feeling—he pulled out a handful of shrimp balls and offered them. The white crane eagerly ate them this time, unaware that it had grown closer to Yu, one human and one crane.

“Chairman, your accent suggests you’re not from Yangcheng, right?” Huang Qianrou asked with a smile in the car.

Mu Kong nodded. “Looking” into the man’s heart, he confirmed the giant wasn’t lying—he seemed to be a man of honor, not ungrateful.

But just as Feng Yeling silently assured himself that Saber would surely throw herself into his arms.

He was truly astonished, so he directly offered a thousand taels of gold to purchase Li Zhiyan’s virginity.

Cybertron’s body shattered into pieces, each fragment crashing heavily to the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

Her company already had too few people; if things continued like this, she’d soon be a general with no troops left—sigh.

The numbing effect gradually faded; some could no longer bear the pain and screamed, their heart-wrenching cries making the dragon fish suspended in the air feel a chill run down their spine.

Though Su Nianyi’s comfort brought the Princess Guolun a slight sense of calm, she still felt deep regret over their relationship—after all, in her heart, they were the perfect pair.

The old man laughed wildly as he shuffled forward; the two men holding knives beside him exchanged glances, then raised their blades and slashed at him.

The two elders spoke in turn, and then the disciples of the Buddhist and Daoist palaces all cried out together—they had spontaneously gathered to plead for the monks and Daoists.

Feeling the gathered spiritual energy had been mostly spent, Xu Dashan repositioned the final spirit stone.

Amid the encircling camps outside the city, a main camp far larger than the others stood within, its soldiers clad in bright armor, physically robust, and far more imposing than the troops in other tents.

As for the Mingyuan and Juqi cultivators of the Chi Tan Sect, they had no qualification to be registered in the Demon Registry.

Therefore, when Tian Ming entered the first Hell Court, King Qin Guang had already ceased handling earthly affairs of the Netherworld.

So even if Lin Yun now declared to Long Duanhai that he had no ambition for the clan chief position, given Long Duanhai’s nature, he would never spare Lin Yun—after all, in Long Duanhai’s mind, a dead man was far safer.