Chapter 200: Heyin Is a Fine Place Indeed

The nobles of Luoyangcheng rode in carriages, departing the city in large groups toward Heyin. The people of Luoyangcheng had not seen such a scene in a long time.

In the palace of Luoyangcheng, Hu Hou stood alone in the empty hall, momentarily lost in thought.

Hu Xuanhui entered and asked:

“Sister, are you still clinging to it?”

Hu Hou turned around and looked at her younger sister, saying:

“What is there left to cling to!”

Qin Yuan forced a smile, beautiful as a blooming flower, her voice clear as a spring’s chime, speaking to Dong Dazhi—but her tone betrayed unmistakable panic.

Qin Hao sadly realized that his reason for refusing Pei Xingjian was nearly identical to his reason for refusing Li Xiaogong.

The tiles laid on the table were made of ivory with jade inlays; since Qin Hao gifted Li Yuan that first set of the “Number One Mahjong,” such materials had become standard among Tang nobility.

At his realm, the power of the Fivefold Force had grown vastly—compared to before, it was as if heaven and earth had switched places.

“Alright!” Lu Yiping and Pang Chong knew nothing of Iran’s terrain or people, and to find Xilim, they needed Wei Kuan’s help; so Lu Yiping said nothing more and followed him directly.

He and Zhou Yunhan were both third-year students, in the same department and same class—wouldn’t you call that coincidence?

Blood flowed as the battle continued; they pressed forward, forward, ever forward—until a vast, looming shadow ahead caught their attention. When they saw its form, they all drew a sharp breath.

The “Heavenly Eye” activated; the masked man’s face instantly appeared clearly in Wang Bing’s vision—and Wang Bing was startled nearly out of his wits.

Yuchi Gong and Cheng Yaojin exchanged glances, both seeing astonishment in each other’s eyes. They kept moving, neither heading for the exit, but instead wandered inside.

As for Ning Dafeng and the others, they had been sent to the Supervision Bureau for reflection; Ning Chemical likely would not dare consider building a factory in Dongjiacun anymore.

Fu Yanxi felt a surge of air rush to his throat, nearly spilling out a rebuttal—but a sliver of reason held him back.

“No, it’s far more than that. Did you see clearly? His realm isn’t newly formed, nor is it merely perfected—it already bears the embryonic forms of various laws. That’s a trait only achieved upon ascending to Martial Emperor! How is this possible!” The man holding his sword could hardly believe it.

While the other cultivators remained stunned, Cui Dongshan swept his sleeves, gathering the ten scattered flying swords.

Without concrete evidence of guilt, mere suspicion could not move him an inch—this was the very foundation of Huang Jizhong’s confidence, as Grand General commanding heavy troops.

Unconsciously, it was deep night; Uzumaki Naruto flipped through an entire manga volume, his expression dazed.

“That Ode to Joy was played beautifully, but I’m sure our listeners haven’t had enough—how about we ask Mr. Chen Yunxi to play another piece?!” Fu Liangsheng pressed Chen Yunxi further.

At the party, Du Juan spent the entire evening chatting merrily with her godfather Shen Wansan, several senior organizers of the film festival, and a few school officials; her boyfriend Ji Feng stood by her side.

Qu Fu rushed forward first and dragged Xiang Chang out. The other soldiers surged in, some extinguishing flames, others smothering embers.

“The Tongqi Lianzhi Array—it’s a formation that collectively enhances insight and shares realizations. We’ve gained much from it, heh, especially in understanding the Five Elements’ principles!” Hua Jie smiled.