Chapter 172

“Big brother, you and Cang Jianlong secretly follow Elder Chief; I’ll join you shortly.” Xiong Lie sighed as he watched the vast horde of wild beasts besieging Cuiyun Clan, then followed Cang Jianlong’s Yunlong Team, riding the wind behind Xiong Shiyu. All wore invisibility talismans, merely shadowing to protect.

They trudged for an unknown length of time along the uneven mountain path; the wooden torch nearly burned out, yet even the flickering light revealed no summit.

Third place: Li Wanzhang, the Divine King, possessed the Ultimate Divine Dragon Vein and attained Divine King status within five hundred years; reward: four Holy King Pills, ten thousand Hunyuan Qi-accumulation Pills, and five Holy Weapons. In the third year of Renhua, Jiang Miaofeng killed him at Miaoyun Peak in the Eastern Region.

Qu Ping said nothing and immediately agreed; before her departure, he would personally lead the Prince and all Cave Lords to see her off.

“You’re asking for moral condemnation! Everyone will despise this behavior—calling you a scumbag is absolutely accurate!” the veteran journalist glared at Xiao Peng.

“Xuan Zhantian must have left clues—or some kind of opportunity—for his descendants. Xuan Ming is the sole bloodline; since Xuan Ming entered, no one else matters. Even if there were others, we’ve sealed the perimeter—they’ll have to stay. The Five Elements Garden is the gateway to this secret realm,” Cang Jianli explained.

Luo Yutian sighed in relief: “Alright, when the boat reaches the bridge, the way will reveal itself.” Then he turned to Luo Bing, waved his hand, and a brilliant energy sphere flashed into view, landing in his palm.

More than an hour later, the two officials arrived at the imperial bedchamber and found the King staring blankly at the package on the table. Dongfang Le walked over, opened it, and was stunned; Lord Ximen leaned in and was utterly astonished.

The Snow Mountain Dao Master nodded and continued sipping tea. Ouyang Yi Yi naturally smiled. Just as he was delighted, Ouyang Lu hurried in to report.

Chu Ming swung his black great axe and swiftly dodged aside, evading a sharp sword qi from behind.

Seeing this, Liu Lu’s pupils shrank sharply; he wasted no time, immediately summoning and shattering a Silver-Rank random teleport scroll. The moment he reappeared, he hurled two more Silver-Rank and one Bronze-Rank scroll—three rarer directional teleport scrolls—then fled without a moment’s hesitation.

The edge of the Hundred Poisons Green Date Grove lay four hundred and eighty li across the river—meaning Chu Yunxi could just barely reach it. Whether he could break through the poison grove and enter it? He’d have to wait until he arrived to assess the situation.

“Of course! It’s gotta be a top-tier steed—no good, no money!” Niu Dayan patted his chest confidently.

The Alliance of Justice replied to the Alliance of Evil: they would meet once on another desert planet beyond the Realm of Light.

“I dare not claim credit—it’s all thanks to Chen Shao’s thoughtful guidance earlier,” replied the man with gold-rimmed glasses, who called himself ‘Er Si,’ bowing his head.

The next morning, a delegation composed of a Royal Mage Legion and a Royal Knight Order from the Light Empire escorted over a thousand demonic beings toward Miracle City.

Watching this, Qin Yi snorted inwardly: why were all his friends so strange?

After dinner, the whole family went to see the New Year’s Eve performance at school. Sun Qin was busy; Tao Yaling had already handed over nearly all student union duties to the next batch of student leaders, and now she enjoyed a rare ease.

Chu Yunxi turned to Meng Huaxu and the other two: “Meng Shixiong, Li Shizhi, Luo Shizhi. I have other urgent matters with Mingxuan—you go back to the sect first.”

Suddenly, he heard someone shouting below—and the voice sounded familiar—so he stopped walking.

He hadn’t expected such a bizarre leg technique; he stumbled backward, but Xu Fei had already lunged forward.

“What if you run into trouble and still don’t win the championship?” An Shuo told me rationally.

“And the cat bed—do you plan to make Kaka sleep on your bed forever?” An Can picked up a top-tier cat bed and placed it in the self-propelled cart.

“Baiyuan, hold on—I’m coming!” Ouyang Zhennan’s voice suddenly rang out, followed by a spiritual light piercing through Elder Huo’s arm.

“We don’t know this guy’s origins, and we can’t beat him! Sigh…” Gu Hao sighed helplessly.

“Sss~” Though twisted, Yan Yi didn’t care—he knew he’d provoked it too far.

For some reason, he now constantly wanted to hold her in his arms and declare to the whole world that Ji Nuan was his.

“Mr. Du, I’m going to the next room for a meeting. After you finish applying the ointment, please close the door for me—I’m leaving now.”

From the release of college entrance exam scores to the end of university applications, five full days left countless parents and students utterly frazzled.

Instantly, boundless sword qi slashed through the sky, waves of sword qi rolling endlessly, expanding further, sealing the heavens and obscuring the earth.

“Yes!” The disciple, as if having walked through the Underworld, immediately kowtowed in thanks and fled out.

Leaving Ouyang Mo aside, the two walked into the outer chamber. Bing Lan rubbed her temples and sighed: “This Ouyang Mo—what’s gotten into him?” Ouyang Mo now seemed devoid of thought, devoid of desire. Without desire, one is unyielding—such a person was far harder to deal with.

“Heh.” Tang Yan chuckled, earning another glare from Shi Shuiyue. Knowing he still had a bed to sleep in tonight, Tang Yan wisely chose silence.

After a long while, the silver basin on the table, previously holding the magical flame, suddenly glowed—and a thin sheet of paper leapt out from within.

“Wait.” Lu Fan had no intention of staying on the arena; he stepped down and called out to Lou Bingliang.