Chapter 147: Northern Border Holy City

Feng Huaiyu's first half of life was that of a spirited, high-spirited youth.

After mastering the sword in his youth, he ventured into the Wu Lin; within a few years, he had established a fearsome reputation, nearly becoming a figure of such prestige as the Martial Alliance Leader.

Then, by a stroke of fate, he met a senior on the verge of passing away, received their legacy, and smoothly became a cultivator.

After that... there was no "after that."

From Awakening Spirit to Qi Sea, it took him nearly forty years.

Forty years without a single surprise.

While Lu Qingfeng was speaking, the Five Elements Space Map shot down like lightning, swiftly landing on the palace wall; from this position, one could clearly hear the contents of the meeting inside the palace.

"You... what do you want to do!" Director Chu Wei Guangsheng was both ashamed and frantic, but he could not break free.

The next day, after Sun Hao woke up, he glanced out the window and found the sunlight unusually scorching; at this time in the past, the sun's temper had been quite gentle. It seemed he would need to buy two popsicles to munch on during his walk to school, so breakfast could be skipped.

"I don't know." The demon man shook his head as well. Supposedly, when they were in the assassin organization before, he and Tong Xinyao had already belonged to the top tier, yet they had hardly seen the organization's leader even a few times, let alone known he had an apprentice.

Yingzi said nothing; when Zhang Yi handed it over, she opened her mouth and ate it, continuing until she was halfway through, at which point, after Zhang Yi brought it to her lips again, she shook her head to indicate she could eat no more.

Although the Skinny Monkey established an intelligence network in a very short time, it was still newly formed and crude, serving little practical purpose.

And the big-bearded man who had smashed the Alchemist Tower with a single punch finally vented his inner anger; in a turn of his figure, he vanished as a dazzling arc of light.

His first reaction was to think of the Ye Family, because upon just returning to the country, he had been targeted by their assassination; after he took out Jiang Hailong, the Ye Family's response quieted down.

Upon reaching this spot, Lu Qingfeng's steps suddenly halted, as if considering whether to truly take this step forward.

"How is she?" When I opened my eyes again, my body had already begun to feel slightly unwell; looking at Shihoko's still pale face, I felt not the slightest relief.

Cheng Yangxing was going to the Ministry of Rites to lodge a complaint; how was Tang Yan, who was not raised by fear, to be intimidated? The current situation was no longer just about Shen Ao; it not only involved the future of the Imperial Academy but also touched upon Tang Yan's dignity.

The one fighting her was a True God who looked quite young; although the sky had already turned dark, Chen Xi still clearly saw despair and fear in the young True God's eyes.

These few people were truly inexplicable; if they continued to harass further, Long Yang would truly become ruthless.

"If you attempt to use this matter to provoke me, then be prepared for this Young Master's retaliation." Looking at the night sky outside the window, Xiao Fan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Perhaps this was a survival habit of his, but in many situations, this habit could allow him to change a passive situation.

It was indeed Li Wufeng; one saw a black-robed figure descend from the sky, his entire body surging with black qi; on his back, a huge bone pierced out from within his body, and not only was there no blood flowing, but black qi was surging forth.

The eunuch Hong by Your Majesty's side was unfathomable; Uncle Wuzhu was not by his side, nor were Shadow and Begonia. Himself plus Wang Shisan Lang; the strength was not powerful enough. Moreover, he was far away in the province, unable to remotely control the movements in the capital. Most crucially... Fan Xian had to admit, even to this day, the Emperor had treated him quite well.

Thus, everyone sighed in unison, each striving to wipe away their old tears; a few, like Ma Yinglong, kept sobbing, nearly holding their breath until they fainted.

Examining the information in his mind, Solo felt somewhat puzzled; he discovered that the passive skill spawned by the max-level Undead Bone Spear seemed a bit useless. Releasing the Undead Bone Spear skill, Solo naturally intended to use it to attack enemies; as for keeping the Undead Bone Spear in his hand for a longer duration, that was something Solo found difficult to achieve.