Chapter 622: Challenging the Enemy

Mo Mountain still looked like a faintly purple hill in the distance, its subtle details carrying a unique charm.

After passing several treacherous passes, they arrived before the Ink Pool deep in the mountains; the waterfall remained unchanged, its spring water splashing with a tinkling sound.

Compared to when he first came over a decade ago, this place now had a cluster of pavilions, terraces, and towers—clearly, the Three Heroes of Mo Mountain had invested great effort into developing their sect; even just these buildings, if built in the countryside, would cost at least hundreds of taels of silver.

Sarha saw the Ming troops charging out of the camp, his heart sank, but he quickly recovered and shouted: “Soldiers! Defeat the Ming troops before you, and you can return to camp! Kill!” He spurred his horse forward, drawing his steel saber to clash with the Ming soldiers.

“What are you doing! I am the Prefect of Suzhou! Do you dare treat an official like this, unafraid of imperial law!” Zhao Yan cried out immediately.

Maintaining this state required immense chakra at every moment—he could not sustain it for long.

“No need, brother doesn’t need an umbrella; you keep this one for yourself, Qiongqiong,” Tang Feng smiled.

First, among these sixteen factions, none possessed the authority to command them all.

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow; the place seemed strangely familiar. He thought harder—hadn’t his Star Core Stone been found right here? He remembered the owner of Ruyu Pavilion was surnamed Wang, named Wang Tong.

Lin Yi gave a guileless smile, and his words made Wang Tong’s mouth twitch. Lin Yi was right—he had indeed been feeling kidney-deficient lately, and had just bought some tonic herbs, though he hadn’t used them yet. But hearing it spoken aloud like this made him feel distinctly uneasy.

Hyuga Hiashi was destined to become clan head and rule the entire Hyuga Clan. Hyuga Taro’s own power within the clan had already reached its peak and could not grow further; due to his age, he would inevitably step down soon, so he was paving the way for his son.

The flames, previously crushed under the combined pressure of the two, suddenly broke free and surged toward them like a cannonball roaring through the air.

On this day, Sarutobi Hiruzen announced a new appointment: Li Tong was named Assistant Advisor to the Konoha Jonin Class.

Xiao Xia said nothing; she only hoped Lei Ming would not come to rescue her—she did not want him to fall into Liu Xinger’s trap as well.

Other officials looked ready to storm the mansion, lining up daily at the gate; Han Lin, growing weary, summoned an elderly steward from the Han household to handle receptions alone.

The kidnappers targeting the Shen family wasn’t necessarily foolish, but the ransom demand was truly unreasonable.

More than ten days passed, and Luo Jun could no longer hold back—he flew straight up from the bottom of Peach Miasma and headed for Rotten Peach Mountain. Less than an hour later, he stood atop its peak.

Seeing the time was still early, Xiao Xia returned to the bathroom for a shower before heading to work. At the company entrance, she was still lost in the joy of meeting Lei Ming—she had no idea a storm was waiting for her.

The Fed’s own security was already extreme; if a powerful gang launched a major assault, tens of thousands of LAPD and LASD officers would swarm in and surround the place completely.

I’d wanted to follow Luke to see some big action, but then I ran into the two suspects splitting up—what a nuisance.

“No!” Zheng Bagu did not hesitate a moment, replying bluntly: “Brother Luo’s view is: when the cart reaches the mountain, a path will appear; when water reaches the bridge, it will flow naturally. This mortal realm has endured countless ages and remains as it is. Now that the great calamity has come, delaying out of fear serves no purpose.”

Yes, Chen Lina’s words steadied my spirit—no matter the current situation, I must reveal no trace of strangeness.