Chapter 123

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the northern expedition troops returned to the capital, bringing back over a thousand Jue tribe captives along with seized warhorses and other supplies.

As for Su Su, since the incident with Deputy Envoy Sheng—when she had no recourse but to come to me—she has clearly become far more attentive to matters of administrative authority, and naturally welcomes taking charge of household affairs.

“Ding! Ding!” Two sharp clangs rang out as Chu Hao deflected the two lethal cleavers aside.

But this capitalist indulgence and decadence is equally irresistible, intensely stimulating—a feeling utterly unlike socialism.

Of course, she would never say this to Hong Xuan; after all, such words would always sound calculating.

The foreign monks were housed in the capital and had little to do; when Lü Zhen arrived, they prepared a vegetarian feast for him.

After fighting the Great Sage—climbing to heaven and diving into earth—Sun Wukong was hungry. Lu Li didn’t say it, but he could only survive on fruit; when the Great Sage went to buy roasted chicken, he couldn’t help himself.

She rose late today, and the courtyard offered nothing worth strolling through; moreover, she would be going out soon, so she skipped her usual walk.

The gunfire ceased. Ba Qianliu stomped hard, lunging toward Liu Zheng with a slash at his throat—just as the blade neared its target, his pupils contracted sharply: he saw Liu Zheng, eyes blinded by sand, holding a grenade with its pin pulled.

Initially, they truly believed the journey to the Western Heavens was merely about retrieving scriptures—to obtain the true sutras and liberate all beings. But now it’s clear this pilgrimage is far more complex than it appears.

Turning toward the voice, Louisca saw the man calling him—Dylan, who had come with him to Prexidian—alongside Eli and Ed. Seeing the three, Louisca was pleased and walked toward them.

In response, her slender arm unconsciously draped loosely around his waist, the touch through a single layer of fabric making Wu Yan’s body stiffen; his handsome brows slowly furrowed as he looked down helplessly at the drowsy Feng Guqiao, then let his raised hand fall in resignation.

Perhaps unable to bear their behavior any longer, Wu Fuyuan—who always upheld silence as golden—turned his head and coughed, cheeks flushed as if drunk.

As for why they acted instantly in that moment, the real reason had little to do with either of them.

Shao Yixuan felt a vast gale strike him; before he could steady himself, the force hurled him backward, slamming him into the ancient creature’s floating skeletal remains, shattering them.

Su Nianjin smiled without speaking; she didn’t believe the Emperor truly liked her, or else in the palace he wouldn’t have granted her only a hollow title—a county lady with no stipend, something everyone in the realm understood: useful only to frighten defenseless country folk.

She didn’t play, and even if Wu Fuyuan did, she wouldn’t understand; given his daily diligent, old-school scholar’s demeanor, he likely wouldn’t waste time on such things.

He took a deep breath, carefully adjusting his cultivation and strength into a state of upheaval, retrieving his treasures to refine them one by one, ensuring his power and spirit remained at peak readiness for the Dynasty Grand Gathering.

It’s likely the dragon was truly slain—not merely a single scale found.

Above the Divine Temple’s mansion, auroras spread like mist; light streaked across the heavens, still magnificent and wondrous despite years of abandonment.

Even the creature itself had been frozen into an ice statue by the tornado’s cold current—its grotesque face, sharp fangs, blood-red eyes, and raised claws rendered with eerie precision, the whole scene exuding menace yet subtly harmonious.

Ye Baihua squinted—sure enough, Da Bao was hanging from Chen Ling like a cute koala.

If this counts as terrifying, what would he do if he learned from Xiao Tie that true light speed reaches roughly 300,000 kilometers per second? Would he be stunned speechless?

Bringing Helena Taylor was necessary—she knew many things about the FBI; when clashes with them became inevitable, she was the best choice.

He couldn’t bear to see her like this; he bent to lift her, but she struggled desperately.

“This…” Yang Fan truly didn’t know how to put it; if calculated by probability, any one of them was a chance of one in a million or even a billion.

Only Sun Yan himself could sustain such a massive enlightenment technique, constantly consuming internal energy; if he couldn’t autonomously draw energy, he couldn’t maintain it for long—the Ice Domain would lose its purpose.

“Probably. But the episodes only last a moment—maybe they really started fighting inside.” Su Ling glanced down at her camera, speaking indifferently.

Gu Fan’s body refinement had reached the level of a top-tier cultivator; he longed to test just how far it had progressed.

“There’s certainly that possibility, but we must consider the worst-case scenario!” Lawrence said.

Before the mercury-like water gate stood Xu Yiming and his three companions; none showed the slightest slackness—not even Freeman. In the Mirror Realm, no matter how strong your power or experienced you are.

A hostel attendant carried a tray to serve tea to guests; crowded with villagers, he stumbled and spilled the hot tea directly onto Gong Juxie’s head.

Before Wang Mazi finished speaking, Beiming cut in immediately with a sharp rebuke: these two had grown too rich and were starting to get arrogant.