Chapter 444

Jin State, capital city.

Chen Qingyao sat cross-legged on a mat, his eyes now filled with bewilderment.

He was stunned.

Truly stunned.

He had been stunned successively by Dou Changsheng.

A hundred Future Talismans? Who talks like that?

Each Future Talisman is a Heaven-grade talisman, especially one involving the future—its essence tied to the power of time, something no ordinary person could draw.

To

In the darkness, he saw Fourth Brother, completely naked, with a long, slender object fastened to his waist, swaying gently with his movements; upon closer look, it was the Bronze Pot that Swallows a Hundred Ghosts.

Their interaction was simply setting out vegetarian dishes, each making one dish, more like taking turns sharing culinary skills.

Duan Zifu understood this, but his backer had been driven off; he could not resist and could only submit. Moreover, his younger brother Duan Ziliang had also been conscripted, and as the elder brother, he had no choice but to follow.

After being captured by the Wanshan Tribe, they were not imprisoned together, and many did not even know each other. But after hearing Lan Ke’s words, they suddenly felt the people around them had changed.

Lei Dachui chuckled, feeling no fear at all—instead, he eagerly anticipated new things and powerful opponents.

Chunqiu held chopsticks in hand, scanning the table back and forth, unable to decide; what Chunqiu had said earlier was no joke—Yang Chunming’s ordered dishes truly looked appetizing. Chunqiu bit her lip, her chopsticks pointing here and there, yet she still couldn’t decide where to start.

Close-quarters combat erupted, accompanied by the clang of metal and cries of pain—a fierce night battle began.

He naturally raised his vigilance to the utmost, for weren’t ancient tombs filled with traps?

He wore a black robe, spotless and pristine, but in Ye Zhixing’s mind, the vivid image of blood-soaked scenes still flashed—his clothes seemed stained with splattered blood.

Lu Qingying was a fiercely proud woman; she had poured too much effort into Cao Xiangming—how could she simply give up? Besides, her sister-in-law despised her; if she returned to her natal home with her son, could she truly have a good life?

Fighting as they retreated, they finally circled back after running through five or six city blocks, halting at the intersection of a newly developed district.

Yet he did not wait for Seventh Brother to grow angry—in fact, Seventh Brother’s smile, though sly, revealed only sincerity and relief to Zejin.

Lin Song was a genius of the second-rate Lin Clan of Moyang City, but upon meeting Lei Zhan, he could only be stopped and eliminated.

This was a clash between two generations of heroic leaders in the chaotic era of Zhongzhou—the elder hero ended an old age, while the young hero would soon forge a new history.

Seeing this, my hair stood on end. Where was Ji Ya? She could not vanish without reason, nor would she go elsewhere. A possibility occurred to me; my expression darkened instantly, and my steps grew hurried.

To protect men’s rights and prevent Li Ming from entering the city without fulfilling his obligations, they signed an agreement under the witness of the city gate guards. Of course, the guards did not offer their witness for free—the man had to pay a fee.

Soon after Lei Xiao left, a synchronized marching sound suddenly echoed through the street outside—clearly a regular army on the move—and the guests in the tavern rushed to the door to look.

His injuries were severe, especially internally—his five viscera and six bowels were badly damaged; even after using large quantities of elixirs, it took half a month for him to recover only about half.

Upon hearing my words, Sword Madman was utterly stunned. The Longqing Sword Art was, of course, one of the supreme sword techniques of his sect. But this art could not achieve great power unless practiced by someone of deep emotion. Another sword art, however, was what many craved—the Qingyang Sword Art.