Chapter 621: Alliance Leader

The approaching figures were precisely the Three Heroes of Moshan.

Moshan lies west of Dongting Lake and east of the Taoyuan Hills, somewhat remote, with few visitors on ordinary days. More than ten years ago, when Liu Xiaolou had just begun to grasp the basics of crafting array discs under Star De Jun’s guidance, he had gone there once, and rarely returned after that.

Moshan produces Xuan Stone and Spring Essence Jade; both are spiritual materials used as catalysts for crafting array discs, magic artifacts, and talismans, though not the only ones. Star De Jun favored these two materials, so he took Liu Xiaolou.

The Daoist turned around—his hair was entirely white, his mustache likewise pale, his face deeply aged, even more so than the old beggar.

At that moment, Zhou Qingmu’s vision cleared, and his spirit focused entirely on his grievously wounded body. From his third eye, golden light flowed steadily downward, transforming into golden fluid that instantly surged across his entire body.

He eagerly popped it into his mouth—the tofu, infused with the scent of pickled vegetables and washed by hot water, had an unimaginable texture that instantly ignited his taste buds.

Could it be because she stayed up late? No, Shao Yanxi never slept early when busy—he often worked through the night. Why would he lack such habits?

Most people yearn for happiness, desiring a stable, cherished life. Zhang Ziyi showed not a trace of such tender care; her face always bore the expression: “I must be vigilant, I must strive, I must fight—I will succeed.” Setting aside her work and character, such a “tough” persona simply had limited appeal.

After leaving the Zhao household, Qin Chuan headed straight to the county office and returned his mission token to Uncle Wang.

The servants and attendants, upon receiving orders from the Qin family, rushed toward the old woman to rescue Shen Xiyuan.

Shi Quan didn’t even turn his head—a surge of blood qi shot from his body, instantly causing the man to explode midair.

This time’s resources were twenty-three times greater than last time’s. Using the same configuration as before to split into avatars, he could produce roughly fifteen hundred.

At six a.m., Shao Yanxi woke up, returned from his morning exercise, ate breakfast, listened to financial news, and somehow picked up his phone—his fingers automatically opened Shen Xiyuan’s WeChat Moments.

Simultaneously using three colors revealed that Shangguan Cang’s realm had at least reached the Third Layer of the Color Domain—a level two tiers higher than Kang Qing, whom Gu Qing had encountered in Jubei City.

As soon as he finished speaking, over a hundred bodyguards surrounded him—their aura was formidable, clearly no ordinary bunch.

No one appeared inside; the door had opened by itself, revealing only a narrow slit just wide enough for one person to enter. Gu Qing peered inside—the room was unlit, swallowed by darkness.

But that place held no life or substance—only some primordial cause, perhaps even an incomprehensible concept like “forward motion” or “floating.”

Various wondrous sea creatures passed by Gu Qing, yet all ignored him completely.

Tao looked at Zhang Haoxuan; he met her gaze briefly, then looked away. Tao bit her lip, heart aching.

“Well, from the outcome, it’s indeed true,” Sarah still seemed dazed—after all, everything had come too suddenly.

Tao licked her lips. Strange—she’d just eaten a bowl of fish soup, yet she felt hungry again.

The Wondrous Gate of Myriad Realms, shimmering with arcane radiance, hung perpetually above the city. Even at night, the metropolis blazed with dazzling neon lights, and the streets remained as crowded as by day.

Many men at the scene stared at Li Feng. No wonder—three beautiful women accompanied him alone. Everyone else immediately imagined the rest, and no man present wasn’t envious.

Realizing Old Ghost Gong Zigui was present, he realized he’d spoken too crudely—it was inappropriate—so he fell silent and shot Zhang Tianci a furious glare.