Chapter 194: The Greatest Risk

Northern suburb of Chang’an.

After settling the garrison troops in Qizhou, Li Shuang led the army back to Chang’an.

On the ruins of Chang’an city, the population remains dense; new homes and markets have gradually been built, and merchants from within and beyond Guanzhong bring their goods to trade here, while supply boats from all over Guanzhong converge in its warehouses.

Though the city south of the Wei River was burned down, demand still persists, compounded by its convenient water transport.

I covered my mouth with my sleeve and smiled softly: “Sister, it’s been a long time since you came.” Since giving birth to “Jade,” Consort Fei and I have grown distant; I can’t fathom why she came today—could it be about the imperial selection?

“What’s the rush?” Bai Li Cangming glanced at the steward with mild displeasure.

Zhang Yang didn’t know whether this explosive surge in his spiritual sense was good or bad, and it left him deeply frustrated.

But the budget for this film is around forty million, equivalent to draining the entire company.

For the past few days, besides teaching Lin Ziyou songs and processing the recorded audio, he’s mostly been out scouting for artists.

After walking further through the forest, the sky gradually darkened; as the sun neared the horizon, Lin Feng finally spotted the ancient tomb.

Thinking of the conspiracy, Huang Xuanling wiped sweat from his forehead—Long Shuo had schemed for ten thousand years, luring young warriors into the tomb to select suitable vessels for possession.

Huang Xuanling also held a firm devotion to the art of forging; when forging, he was as meticulous as any other forger, intolerant of outsiders giving unsolicited advice.

“I don’t know for sure, but I suspect they truly aren’t afraid. When I fought alongside the Shock Troops at Hulao Pass, they said one can die—but never fear!” The captain paused before answering; the words had left a deep impression on him.

I truly hope Yun Ji’s fate won’t mirror Xu Xian’er’s! Back then, Xu Xian’er was simply thrown into the military camp by the Prince; when Qin Susu heard the news, she was utterly stunned, unable to fathom why Bai Li Cangming would do such a thing.

Xiang Yang could no longer bear it; beads of sweat broke out on his face, his body flushed red, so he stripped off his top and sat cross-legged on the spot.

When the two reached the depths of the Boundary Sea, dark forces erupted with terrifying might, like an ocean surging backward, sweeping toward them.

Zhuo Qiuyan, who had been lying on his lap, suddenly opened her eyes, sat bolt upright with a thud, and stared straight at Fu Sanshan.

After walking all morning, the three reached halfway up Shu Mountain. Compared to the base, this area was relatively open; beside the end of the stone steps stood a stele inscribed with four large red characters: Shu Mountain Sword Sect. The structures ahead were extraordinarily grand—truly befitting a renowned sect.

If a few words could drive Qiao Lu away, it would be perfect for Tai Kais.

“Enough. Let’s go.” Xiang Yang spoke in a low tone, drew Han Ling Sword, and slashed at Li Chen. Li Chen, at his level, offered no resistance—he was decapitated in a single stroke.

In the following days, Qin Tian stayed busy, not only with evaluations but also by interacting with members of Yanhuang.

As for Yi Wanying, she had only just met Xuan Chen and had no reason to regret his departure.

The next instant, deafening roars echoed all around; as the sound surged, crimson mist exploded upward, and as the mist churned, the entire Pure Lotus Demon Fire dimension finally collapsed, shattering completely.

Outside the city, the encampment stretched endlessly; as far as the eye could see, it was almost entirely composed of mercenaries’ tents.

“A Bin was beaten too? A Bin’s a favorite of Fourth Master—he must have offended him!” The man couldn’t believe what he’d heard.