Chapter 436: The World Trembles Once More (Begging for Monthly Tickets!)

Suoming Gan knelt on the ground.

Tears streamed down his aged face, snot flowed freely, his expression one of repentance, as though he deeply regretted his past actions.

Seeing this, Dou Dou Changsheng was momentarily stunned, then immediately realized that this Gentleman Sword was a little off; he promptly dispersed the Gentleman Sword's power, not daring to continue acting so recklessly.

This must be what they call "ferrying across" — converting a soul.

No wonder it's called the Gentleman Sword — it doesn't make one feel truth, goodness, and beauty, but forcibly twists the mind, making the other party go from aversion

However, for the sake of further investigation, Li Yang still spared their lives for now; first he'd probe their memories, killing them later wouldn't be too late.

The long-whiskered examiner narrowed his eyes slightly, exchanged glances with several other examiners, and they all knew that if things continued this way, Qing Yuan would surely pass this trial with ease.

"Pay and you shall be rewarded—that's perfectly normal. They're willing to cooperate with the imperial court, and the imperial court doesn't mind letting their descendants receive relatively greater rewards for relatively less effort, so long as it isn't so much that ordinary people find it impossible to catch up.

Such a precious pill — even within their own sect, one would be hard to come by; where did Jiang Tian get something this good?

"What's going on? Shouldn't the thing inside my stone be a divine treasure? Why am I hearing pig squeals?" The fat monk's face was a picture of uncertainty and suspicion.

Of course, of course — someone like Lu Xi who regularly kills monsters above his level is even less worth mentioning; we need to know that anyone who uses the protagonist as an argument is the biggest clown among clowns.

Descendants of the Tang imperial house were still relatively easy to find — back then, Zhu Wen had basically killed off the close branches, but the Tang dynasty had lasted over two hundred years, so quite a few distant branches could still be found; however, descendants of the Sui imperial house were a bit more difficult.

On the wall tops, among the flower bushes, in the rockeries, in the cracks between stones — all manner of sensors were operating normally; unless one knew the security layout, or was someone like Yun Fei who could come and go at will, sneaking into the building silently was simply a pipe dream.

The Black Eagle assault team members, whose faces were well-covered by their gear, had their heads blown open one by one, their throats slit with ease.

The two famously battle-hardened generals exchanged a glance, forced a laugh and offered some polite platitudes, then sheepishly returned to their seats. In fact, among all the generals present, only this old man was qualified to admonish the other in such a lofty, condescending tone.

"If it's not called 'Yellow Springs' because of what its cultivator practiced, could it be because there's yellow spring water here?" Yan Wu said jokingly.

Finally came the Shanhe Stele. Beneath the dim curtain of night, it still radiated a brilliant fluorescent glow. Upon it, dazzling names gleamed in four different hues — purple, red, black, and white.

"Didn't you want me to apologize, you wretched little bastard? This time I'll give you a proper apology!" Dou Imperial Consort's viciousness was fully unleashed; her enchanting face was now twisted into something hideously ugly.

"Not only do we know each other, we're alumni — good friends." A gentle, peaceful smile tugged at the corner of He Father's mouth; drifting along with the curling tea fragrance, his thoughts drifted into reminiscence.

"Old sir, no need for such courtesy. There's still one thing this junior hasn't figured out — since you knew there were pirates on this ship, why did you still board?" After returning Ouyang Jue's courtesy, brows slightly furrowed, he asked the old man.

Inside Wind Gloom Valley, layer upon layer of sand waves rose up, sweeping toward Yan Wu and Dan Lingzi; within the Eight Wastes Mysterious Fire Formation, the wind and sand could hardly approach, blocked by the stones outside the array; some of the stones used to set up the formation had even developed cracks under the fierce wind and shattered apart.

"Alright then, thank you very much, Grandpa Lin." Mu Yi, deeply moved by the sincerity in Old Man Lin's words, replied with great emotion — they truly did treat him as one of their own family.

"They seem to be trying to catch that magical beast. If I'm not mistaken, that magical beast should be a Crystal Beast." Mu Yi observed for a moment, then said to Qing Xian'er beside him.

... young people, none of them actually got that thing — looks like I was overthinking it." After Xiao Yan and Nalan Ji Yanran left, the old man said sorrowfully.