Chapter 275

“Indeed, it appeared!” Jiang Huairen appeared, gazing at the towering ancient tree before him, marveling. The tree was laden with fruits, vividly colored and enticing, yet brimming with danger.

The yellow telephone worm’s carapace bore tiny protrusions that, under the light, glimmered with the luster of gemstones.

That morning, everyone began preparing supplies; with over three hundred million beli in hand, they were confident and went on a massive shopping spree.

Du Weiwei acted again, this time choosing a five-zhang stone pillar. The result was the same: she could not break any of the fourteen pillars before her; the Nine-Five Supreme Array was utterly unbreakable. Du Weiwei gave up—she had no choice but to give up.

In a dark courtyard within the Magic Capital, the child Zhang Tian had captured was reporting something to a noble, who sat high upon a towering chair, entirely shrouded in darkness.

Seeing that the group still intended to pursue the siblings despite possessing the Infinite Order, Zhang Tian could no longer remain passive—he acted.

Yet in the border military camp of Huaxia, there was no celebration, no joy or excitement.

“Stop, Onyxia.” After shouting, the earth dragon beneath her skidded several meters across the ground, kicking up a trail of yellow dust before halting. Turning back, she saw the figure behind her had vanished—but she had memorized the aura, and the distance was sufficient for her to prepare other tools.

She then told Qin Zhao that they were all fans of Yan Yan, hailing from every corner of the land, and had come solely to meet their idol, even detailing the hardships they endured in the city just to see him.

In a fleeting glance, Tolia knew the moment was ripe—he pulled out the Exorcism Stone and hid beside it.

“Captain Gu, the suspect’s sketch is finished.” Da Zhang knocked on the door of Gu Hanhao’s office.

The truth was, these three police officers had exploited their credentials and official positions to successfully enter Gui Yawen’s home—to watch the spectacle.

“Didn’t you say it would be after Mid-Autumn, by the end of August?” The Princess Royal gently brushed the tender tea buds with her teacup lid; the lid tapped the cup with a crisp sound. On the face of the Red Moon Princess, no specific expression could be discerned.

Jun Li said nothing. The outsider wasn’t hard to find—every concubine or consort in the Eastern Palace, or any prince who secretly wished to replace the Crown Prince, could serve. The real question was: how could they be made useful? And why should they be?

Gu Hanhao sensed their confusion but had no intention of revealing his identity yet. He couldn’t fully fathom the psychology of these homeless people—they might deeply distrust police, or wish to avoid trouble.

In a fit of rage, Ling Xuan plopped down onto the ground and sat in that small cave for a full month, saying nothing, doing nothing, protesting Shuilingzi’s confinement of him.

Gao Qiqian deliberately obstructed him, refusing to supply his grain. Local officials, seeing Lu Xiangsheng defy imperial will and make too many enemies, also dared not provide him provisions—from the Viceroy and Provincial Governor down to county magistrates, whenever the Xuan-Da army requested grain, they simply refused.

“No problem? Then why do you keep coming to see her so often?” Jin Fei’s tone carried clear displeasure.

Although Da Yangshi said nothing, she also did not refute Yang Shi’s words—clearly, they echoed her own thoughts.

Zhang Shouren secretly smiled: a special forces officer from the future who couldn’t hit a target at fifty paces—even with a matchlock—was guilty of an unforgivable sin.

Luo Feng looked up, cold light flashing in his eyes; the ice on his legs dissolved into crystalline fragments and vanished completely.

Just as Wang Feng carried Wang Yuyan out of the villa, Tony received a report from JARVIS.

Her identity had already been sealed—she could not trust anyone lightly, for she had seen too much deceit and treachery. She had come out to find medicine for her mother, only to be targeted by villains who plotted to kill her. She barely survived, tumbling down a cliff yet clinging to life.

He gave detailed instructions on the affairs of the Freelancer Alliance—how to manage it during his absence, how to keep it running.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator from the mortal world nearly wiped out the entire Profound Yang Sect, leaving only the Sect Master, still trapped in the Desert Secret Realm and with unknown life or death, as a solitary figure with no disciples.

He knew he couldn’t blame Xin Ye for thinking this way—it was likely the common belief among most servants of the Lianyun Sect; Xin Ye had merely heard it often enough to follow the crowd.

Luo Feng’s next words need not be spoken—his method of enhancing their cultivation was already well known to them.

This world was saturated with resentment, yin energy, and malevolent qi, ensuring ghosts could linger indefinitely.

With his cultivation restored and his power greatly enhanced, Yi Jianfeng now had no interest in arduous training—he extended his spiritual sense through the Thousand Transformations Space, searching for traces of Chu Kuang and Chu Yanran. They had been in seclusion there for years; surely their cultivation had advanced.

Perhaps they couldn’t even be called shadows, for they matched Wang Hu’s memories of shrimp soldiers and crab generals—they were truly one shrimp and one crab.

But before they could fully grasp these details, the forward scouts returned again with news of Qishan Camp—identical to before: Zhuge Liang had deployed no other troops near Qishan; only five thousand soldiers were stationed there.

After the four left, only Liu Tianhao and Master Jia remained in the tent. Master Jia had already reached the tent entrance, seemingly intending to go out and watch the battle between Hu Che’er and Dian Wei.

If the Chongming Bird kept pressing with questions, Ma Hongjun’s limited knowledge would be completely drained.

In the video analysis, Orochimaru’s stance differed, but he understood Tsunade’s sentiment—after all, Shino had once been his disciple; how could he not know?

Orochimaru licked his lips, intimidating the surrounding chunin, while those he targeted whispered among themselves.

Even if nothing was wrong, he’d find something to do—until something actually happened… then he’d flee. If he couldn’t flee, he’d fight.