Chapter 127: The Splitting Sky Sword

Outside Luoyan Town lies the territory of the wild barbarians, who remain unenlightened and live a savage, primitive life.

The tribe worships ancestral spirits, which in truth is a legacy left behind by the Niepan Sect.

Chen Ye never imagined the Niepan Sect could be so cruel—these barbarians were virtually the Niepan Sect's "lay disciples," and they had turned the barbarian tribes into sacrificial offerings.

Chen Ye clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles sank deep into his palms, as if he could hear countless souls screaming as they died.

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Moreover, any wolf demon, regardless of rank, that drew near the golden bats was immediately bitten and its body instantly absorbed, collapsing inward, skin wrinkling as if shriveled.

"Who… who's helping you? I'm only here on Empress Wangmu's orders to check whether you have any connection with Zhao Ritian. I never expected you'd expose yourself—Tianpeng, you know what it means if your identity is revealed, don't you?" Chang'e sighed before speaking.

"Maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions yet—let's first go retrieve his body, then we'll know!" Zhu Qi said.

But Long Chen didn't care about any of that—he didn't need to know the weight of the Chi Jin Stone to take it from within this massive rock, did he?

Fortunately, Li Chuyi wasn't an ordinary person; though he hadn't learned much from the Daoist Priest, his acting skills had been honed to remarkable proficiency.

Mu Lingtian knew Baigui was immensely strong, but relying on his absolute internal force advantage, he wasn't afraid to clash head-on with Baigui and charged forward to attack.

Once the heart meridian formed, Changkong Xingyu suddenly heard a thunderous cosmic bell tone—"Weng!"—resonating endlessly; the newly formed heart meridian trembled violently at the sound, and a vast, mighty aura surged powerfully from his heart, far exceeding the strength of his original heart meridian by more than several times.

Ye Xun and Huang Hongyi, those old foxes, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but smile inwardly, guessing who had orchestrated such a brilliant, unexpected performance—and perhaps the one who could so effectively strike at Tang Family Fortress might be their ally.

Zhang Xun had held back many questions for Zhao Yu these past days, but the four servants sent by Sun Quan were always clinging tightly to his side. Today, finally, those servants had all collapsed from seasickness, vomiting uncontrollably and too weak to follow, giving him the chance to speak privately with Zhao Yu.

Hearing this, he suddenly understood—the musicians were like pop stars from his past life on Earth: some were famous, endlessly praised, but their songs incorporated "essence" spiritual techniques that could influence a cultivator's inner state.

"Is this the Blood Blade Fang Boar?" Zhang Xiao exclaimed in shock, never expecting the wild boar to look so ferocious.

Only someone like Li Gongfu understood that even if Xu Xuan truly didn't care, an invisible crack had formed between Xu Xuan and Xu Xian; if Xu Jiaorong failed to maintain proper boundaries, they too would grow distant from Xu Xuan, just as Xu Xian had.

At that moment, the twenty-odd hunters behind him arrived one after another; seeing the scene, they all sucked in their breaths in shock.

Junzi Jing heard this and instantly rose to his feet; the sound of shattering glass rang out as the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. He widened his phoenix-like eyes and roared: "What did you say?" Then he took the letter from the butler's hands.

Nicholas nearly blurted out calling her Res, but Res was the male pseudonym she had chosen for herself; now that she looked like this, Lei Ao was more appropriate.

Yue Lingshan at first blushed, then her face turned pale, her body began to tremble slightly, her eyes instantly reddened—as if recalling some heartbreaking memory—she burst into tears with a "Wah!" and ran toward her room. Mu Jianping saw something was wrong and immediately called out to her.

—Ning Shaoming might not truly feel he was worthless, but having been called a useless heir for years, his self-assessment was hardly high.

Chang Shenghua was led off the vehicle by Qin Shanqi; as they passed the enormous poster photo, Chang Shenghua glanced at it and gave a faint sneer.

"And you?" Luo Qianqian sighed, closed her eyes, sat down, and leaned back against the sofa, refusing to look at her brothers' expressions.

Was this act merely revenge for the Fifth Prince smashing her bracelet? To give her husband and mother-in-law a stern warning on their wedding day, is that it?

Jili was a mighty ruler; his grand vision and talent surpassed those of the previous several rulers of Dayuan.

No matter how hard Nan Hongxiang called out to Luo Haochen, he neither turned back nor slowed his pace; his demeanor and actions left no room for doubt—Nan Hongxiang could now directly inform Tan Nuoxuan that something had happened again with Luo Haochen.

"I know your speed—I've already activated my tracker. Use the communication device's location function to find me. Be here within five minutes!" With that, Wu Zi hung up the communicator.

Why? This was no empty city ruse by Li Xian—it was another clever stratagem from the Thirty-Six Stratagems: Flowers on a Tree.

He made Xiao Xiao let his blood fully blend with the water, then took a single drop from each bowl and placed them into her palm.

Lian Yicheng released Lian Siya; she gently rubbed her wrist, frowning sharply at him as if she wanted to devour him.

Luo Haochen lowered his gaze, watching Yun Mengxue's sullen mood, his fingers lightly caressing her smooth, delicate cheek, a faint, ambiguous smile curling at his lips.

The woman wore a lake-green long dress, a sheer cloak trailing on the ground, her face slightly pale; one hand held a paper umbrella, the other rested gently on her abdomen, gazing at him with calm, distant eyes.

All one could see was Leng Yu's face shifting through a flurry of expressions—stunned, bewildered, dazed, then smiling—before he finally nodded and left.

Speaking, he pulled out a wedding invitation as if from thin air, grinning in a thoroughly annoying way.

Only after Wang Hao and the others had walked far away did Chu Tianrong, now inside the training ground, turn to Su Muyu and ask.