Chapter 117: An Unusual Flavor

“We also need to consider another issue: what if Bai Ma is discovered after giving us something so important?”

Director Qian raised the question everyone had thought of but no one dared to voice.

Hua Country does have people in America, but very few.

Their energy is extremely limited.

I told the Cave people to inform Bai Ma that if he reaches the Cave, there’s a passage for him to escape.

About this

Fu Xi watched the expression on Gu Mou’s face—he saw no trace of greed in his eyes, only envy and melancholy.

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around and collapsed onto the ink-bamboo lounger, which let out a mournful creak.

Zhen Tong was angry—she had been enjoying the show just fine until someone came to tear down her home.

Watching Ye Chen vanish, Xue Fenghuang felt helpless and regretful: Why did I take that damn, soul-crushing mission? Now he’s treating me like a servant—when did I ever endure such humiliation?

“Young man, I yield to you,” the Demon General finally said, revealing the depth of his shock.

The other elders were stunned—within their understanding, heavenly lightning striking the soul was no trivial matter; one misstep could truly render one useless, and this was no exaggeration—many disciples of the Heaven’s Thunder Sect had been reduced to ruins and gradually forgotten.

The kiln master went, and Qian Xiwu and the steward, both drunk, followed to watch as the kiln master stepped into the collapsed house. Halfway through, the two turned back, still drunk, gnawing on meat.

Yet Fang Yi felt a pang of pain seeing the crushed, deformed mecha—he had coveted the black mecha, but then the Mountain Giant arrived and smashed it to pieces; he should never have sent the airship to warn them.

No one expected that the Great Expansion Demon Monk, after decades of seclusion, had attained such profound cultivation—even if he hadn’t reached the legendary realm of transformation, he was nearly there.

Long Yu felt an urge to sink into it—a sensation that filled her with shame and fury, even frightening herself.

His tone, his gaze, his entire sequence of gestures clearly revealed Mo Zixuan’s exasperation toward Ye Yang; yet no matter how hard Mo Zixuan pretended, anyone with a functioning brain would know he had heard everything.

As for those following behind, they simply felt relieved— even Cold Shuangxue had come along this time. After this, it would be difficult to return—or even to gather together again.

Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day of reunion—this went without saying, for Jiang Yi’s table was filled with family and friends; it was the most splendid reunion imaginable.

“Don’t worry—I’ve ordered enough; they can definitely afford it,” Mo Qingyuan waved her hand dismissively.

In that instant, Wu Tian Gong seemed to understand everything: why Nalan Xingrong had suddenly leapt from Bronze Stage One to Silver Stage Four, and even higher.

“Understood,” he replied respectfully, revealing nothing else.

“Alright, I’ll have Xiao Yuexi hide far away first, then set up the formation—we’ll begin. But don’t worry; even if it fails, the Xuyu fruit will still fill you up.” Mo Qingyuan went to open the door and instruct Xiao Yuexi.

She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say that—taking down a dangerous drug trafficker still required help from the Capital Military District.

He had to control not only the aura of the Shennong Cauldron but also the alchemical phenomena born during the refining process—his restraint was excruciating.

Zhe Deshou indeed intended this—he feared no outsider’s misunderstanding, only that Luo Xiaoyao, whom he had taken to instantly, might misunderstand; at the moment Xiao Yanbei died, he had immediately dispatched elite soldiers to notify Jiang Qiubai, asking him to send the Medicine King Valley’s experts to investigate the poison’s origin, and also to inform Luo Xiaoyao.