Chapter 80

“After Zhuang Ning is executed, we set out. I will speak to Ye Shangfang about this matter in the coming days.” The Crown Prince replied calmly.

At this moment, he felt that the events he had endured over the past two months were simply too many.

Wen Yi knew she had likely encountered someone she did not wish to meet, so she asked no further and hurried toward the exit.

She did not know that Zhong Yi and the others were accustomed to such things; who among them didn’t carry a few air fresheners when sneaking around, spraying even the tiniest crack, and if there was the slightest hint of mischief, Zhong Yi would admit defeat.

The new target was a steel pole stage; reportedly the male lead. Jiang Sui bought a ticket and watched the ballet. She didn’t grasp much else, but she did grasp one thing.

Mu Jingchen sneered inwardly—Mu Chongyang was indeed an old fox, obvious as day. Too bad he had realized it too late.

“What’s the hurry? Go get Master Zhang and get another one.” Ye Lu Qitian dismissed it with a wave, then snapped.

With Xi Zhouli’s help, Angela defeated her challenger—whose physique dwarfed hers by several times—with barely any effort, even scaring Rafael into not daring to move.

A child is a mother’s bottom line; no mother would treat her own child so cruelly. Either she has gone utterly mad, or the child is not her own flesh and blood.

While eating the fruit platter freshly sliced by Zhou Jingmu, Jiang Sui began reporting her duties to Guan Ling.

Though the visuals were few, the revelations were immense, striking both of them deeply: who knew that beyond the Primordial World, chaos held other worlds? This was vital news—at least it broadened Ming He’s horizons beyond the Primordial World alone.

But reincarnation and re-cultivation were no trivial matter; even a late-stage Pretender Saint like Xuan Gui could easily perish midway. Since Ming He was willing to take him as a disciple, he was naturally delighted—under Ming He’s protection, he could at least reclaim his current realm upon rebirth.

“Good.” Su Shan lowered her head, a faint blush rising on her face; her voice was so soft it was barely audible.

The coverage of the three cities spanned nearly ten thousand li in diameter. Ye Zhengfeng spent several hours just to lay down a massive array capable of suppressing all fluctuations within, unless the power unleashed reached late-stage Dao Emperor levels.

Where the golden beam passed, space was instantly pierced; the black mist rapidly dispersed.

Duan Ke tilted his head down, his feet slamming hard onto Lu Jia’s now-broken defenses, using the force to launch himself hundreds of meters away.

After waking, he touched his face—the pain was gone. His skin felt soft and tender, like a baby’s.

“The person I trust most is you. I believe everything you say.” Duan Ke smiled at Duan Yi, then leapt into space.

“Immortal of Long Life!” Qiang Liang and Jiu Feng cried out in unison, their deafening roars shaking the heavens, their eyes blazing with fire, utterly fearless as they gathered their divine power—ready to fight to the death.

“Bai Brother, what happened?” Chu Yunfei rode up on horseback, seeing the chaotic scene and the glaring pool of liquid on the ground.

The area surrounding their previous location was indeed entirely within tribal territory, and each faction’s map was surely vast—after all, the number of players was still considerable.

“It’s fine, fine, doesn’t hurt at all, it’s just… Sister Mei…” Li Zhen sweated profusely but, determined to show his manhood, refused to cry out once.

The call came from Simmons, general manager of Laimer Corp; his grandfather had once saved him from great debt.

“Who are you? What do you do? Why are you climbing the mountain?” A man resembling a squad leader stepped forward to ask.

Han Yun merely flipped through it casually, then scrolled straight to the comment section—that’s where the forum truly came alive.

“Why! Why are you a cultivator from Huaxia? Why must Huaxia stand against Wujiang Divine Realm? Why did I have to meet you!” Luan Ji clutched her head in agony, screaming until her voice broke.

Though selling ice treats in such an environment seemed odd, there were actually customers! Inside, Xiao Long discovered all the patrons were demons in disguise. Given the setting, they were almost certainly ice-element demons—coming here for ice treats made perfect sense.

Lin Chen understood: every forbidden zone in Tai Xuan had its reason, and ordinary disciples were rarely permitted to know.

Thus, the true masterminds behind this war, besides Locke, bore at least half the blame: the nobility as well.

Nonsense about being unable to afford food—Lin Chen didn’t believe it. Every one of these reclusive great clans had deep, profound foundations.

“Secretary Ke, what are you doing? Speak plainly while standing!” Fang La rushed forward to help Ke Yin before he could finish speaking.

Whoever could walk out unscathed from even one of these four deadly places would be immortalized for ten thousand years, shaking the entire Earth Star Realm.

He had to first throw Qing Ling upward, then use that momentum to leap across; if Qing Ling landed first, they would surely intercept him as he crossed—and he would likely die here.

In former times, the late Empress suffered a persistent high fever; the imperial physicians could do nothing but prescribe a few dispersing decoctions.

With vacation approaching, trainees prepared individually. Baer’s shop closed temporarily; Dongfang Xiao handed full control of his alchemy lab to Yao Lin and began preparing items he might need on his journey.

Though the path to ascend was arduous, as long as one worked hard, failure need not be feared.

After browsing news and reading various distressing reports, he sighed, “Men’s hearts are no longer pure; the world is cold and cruel.” He checked the time—his noodles were nearly done.

Zui Hong Lou was truly a top-tier force; barely had the news spread when a vast army of crimson-clad guards appeared near the Western Ming Mountains.