Chapter 598: The One-Month Agreement

Jing Zhao came under cover of night, and what he wanted Liu Xiaolou to do was precisely this: create a diversion.

“I’ve always heard our faces resemble each other—you’ve heard that before, right?”

“Ah… this…”

“It’s nothing—it only proves we’re fated to meet.”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

“So I need your help with something—visit a few places. First, the Eastern and Western Islands, October 20th, which is seven days from now, then…”

“Princess, please sit.” The king had rehearsed his lines many times with the queen; well-prepared, he felt no nervousness facing Liu Ye.

“It’s simple—let them clear a path, give me two horses, and let me pass. Then I guarantee your safety!” Lin Sheng said calmly.

A comment scrolled slowly across the screen, like a sudden flash of insight in a crime drama—*click*—lifting the fog.

“Big bro, even though you’re an alien, you’re still human, and the strongest human I’ve ever met in this realm, so I can tell you something.” Bai Tianfan finished his egg noodles, wiped his mouth, and prepared to share his views on this world.

“Hah! Heretics of the Immortal Realm, you cannot escape—you’re doomed to destruction!” Tai Yao laughed arrogantly, his gaze at Wang Xian’s group filled with mockery, like a cat playing with mice.

Jiang Wujiu, heir of the Great Jiang Clan of the Star Heaven, a prince bearing the Heavenly Palace’s imperial decree, had barely arrived in Xiongzhou when he was repeatedly humiliated.

The old white-haired gentleman grew more and more agitated, his voice trembling with emotion. Bai Fuling felt a creeping unease—she had just met this man; why was he revealing his private affairs to her with such detail? Wasn’t that strange?

The three of them bought breakfast, ate it, then went to the classroom. As the two had said, since they were awake, they might as well accompany Lin Feng to wander the classroom. But they couldn’t understand why Lin Feng was suddenly so eager to attend class—it wasn’t even Ouyang’s lesson.

The next day, Shang Yi returned with the villagers of Jinshanping and all their supplies. Passing through Qiliu Town, they joined forces with the town’s militia and returned together to Qingshui Village.

As the great blade drew closer, Zhou Zhou glanced at it briefly, a hint of admiration in his eyes, then extended his right hand and pinched the air—shattering the blade’s malevolent energy, firmly gripping the furious slash.

Chen Hua was moved by this spirit of keeping one’s word; he didn’t seem like a corrupt or unprincipled man. If he ever got the chance to guide him, it wouldn’t be difficult.

Zhou Qingqing lay on the bed; though she looked weary, she still radiated an indescribable aura.

With a soft *tap*, the golden light receded from her body, and to the naked eye, she looked no different from an ordinary person.

Lin Fan raised his hand to signal Nan Gong Qianying to step aside, steadied his mind, and scanned the faces of the twenty-five severely injured men just recovered, then glanced behind him at the Demon Cult’s leader Miao Qianqiu, the Wudang Patriarch Tai De Shangren, the Shaolin Patriarch Hui Kong, and the veteran Wu Qi, who had survived the Dark Age.

Thus, they pressed forward, spending three days until finally, they emerged from the Wind and Thunder Valley.

That scene stunned everyone present; for over ten seconds, until Jia Cangdao collapsed, none could recover their wits.

The gloomy mist gradually dispersed; sunlight streamed through the window cracks, and the dim, cobwebbed room slowly grew clean and bright.

In this era, many men wore beards, but at Batu’s age, such a long beard was rare—especially among Westerners.

Upon hearing this, the fifty experts froze, but the five master-level cultivators immediately wore expressions of utter disdain.

“Of course it will—didn’t you just fail?” Hong Yu said, grabbing Yun Zhonghe’s arm; under cover of night, they slipped quietly into the back courtyard of Anning Palace.