Chapter 819: Dragon Palace Gathering

The lord of Xiao You Dongtian stood one meter seventy tall, clad in a flowing brocade robe of cloud-silk, its hem trailing like spilled moonlight; at his waist hung a crimson jade disc that chimed with a clear, phoenix-like tone as he moved.

His thick black hair was coiled into a Nine True Bun, adorned with a long golden hairpin of azure sky, and a dark frost-flower ornament graced his forehead.

Though his face appeared no older than eighteen or nineteen, his bearing was noble, his phoenix eyes brimming with authority, evoking a faint resemblance to the Queen Mother of the West.

Xiao Yu had never seen the Queen Mother of the West, but upon seeing this “Immortal Mother,”

Jiang Shan turned to glance at Gong Yeyou; Gong Yeyou already guessed her intent—she had always been the kind to break rather than bend—and he shook his head repeatedly, trying to stop her.

In fact, if this force were allowed to settle further, low-level cultivators would dare not step outside.

Moreover, for those who already stood atop the cultivation world, the distance was no different from three meters.

Yet what they hated most was not bitter melon, but Shaolin—just as Shi He hated Wudang, and Gao Tao hated Phoenix Tail Sect.

Unfortunately, this prosperity did not last long, for aside from the wealthy Sha family, those who could find gold were exceedingly rare.

Six years ago, during a season of heavy snow and biting wind, disaster struck the Ji family: Ji Changfeng’s wife, Lady Jiang, died of illness; the entire Ji household donned white mourning garments, and the gates, which should soon have been adorned with fresh red spring couplets, quietly switched to white paper, the Ji family’s sparse population rendering their grief almost imperceptible in the cold wind.

Chen Dao said no more—he understood the meaning behind Huang Zhong’s words—but he would still remember the debt of kindness.

At this moment, few cultivators remained here, only a handful still lingered.

Chen Jingzhi glared coldly at Feng Xie; his piercing sword aura forced Feng Xie to step back two paces, unwilling to advance.

All talisman-array masters of two-star rank or higher in the city were gathered to jointly deduce the method to break the “Heavenly Net Illusion Array.”

Leaving behind a solitary, proud silhouette, Su Yang’s rat retreated from the high ground into the jungle; his brow furrowed as he searched desperately for a glimmer of hope.

Ribery drew the ball outward, effortlessly sliding past Piszczek, who had closed in too tightly, then sprinted down the sideline.

Garqin Ling came as a Tibetan envoy to meet the Western Turkic Khagan, whose name was Ashina Helu, known as the Shabolu Khagan; over the past decade, the Western Turkic Khagans had changed frequently, and Ashina Helu was undoubtedly the most outstanding and ambitious among them.

In the corner of her eye, she saw her teacher and others wearing relaxed smiles, utterly unconcerned about what monster might burst forth.

Mang Chao had no wish to use this cruel array, but after one exchange with Chiyou, he realized he was no match for him.

After the strike, the Four Dragon Kings retreated instantly into the Eastern Dragon Palace, resolved to hide behind its defenses; meanwhile, Duobao spat blood and was flung backward, which jolted Shennong awake—after all, master and disciple shared deep bonds—and he hurried after Duobao.

With the matter put so plainly, Zhang Ruo could no longer refuse; he understood Zhang You was burdened with affairs, and so he nodded in agreement.

“Lord Kaisen, you once fought Buu—what do you think of his power?” Bei Ming Lei probed.

This was an intriguing development; Su Yang instantly grew serious, and Ye Qingling also noticed it clearly—the in-game Su Yang had suddenly become more aggressive.

As they entered the inner courtyard’s main hall, Da Cheng Biji dropped his smile, raised his voice slightly to call out to the inner chamber, and led Zhang You inside.

“No, a person who controls fate has no worries,” Liu Tianqing tried to open a third bottle, but as he stood, he swayed; his legs were impaired, so he sank back onto the sofa.