Chapter 154

152. The Yellow Spring Death Technique (5K, 1/1)

Zhou Chang turned the corner and walked toward his old Rav4 sedan.

Opposite the parking spot was the house he rented.

He got into the car but didn’t immediately start the engine.

Zhou Chang’s thoughts remained with Song Jia and the other three—wondering what conclusion they’d drawn from their Shitan .

With matters still unclear, Zhou Chang couldn’t rush; he could only wait patiently.

Originally, he had planned to use his interaction with Song Jia and the others

So I boldly speculate that this person pretending to be supernatural is seeking revenge for Hexian County—and that He Xian’s head wasn’t sent to me at all, but to one of the five.

But the moment he pulled out his phone, Liu Mang, who had been in his line of sight, vanished abruptly.

The piercing cry echoed faintly across the vast grassland, causing all of us to stop walking at once.

As Youyou flew over our heads, I instantly lost all sense of day or night, feeling only desolation and a chilling darkness all around.

During the search for this director, Che Xiaoguang had been deeply troubled; just as everyone decided to head to Chang’an City, he suddenly gave up, claiming stomach pain and wanting to return to rest. Xie Mingfeng glanced at me, I nodded, and turned to walk after Che Xiaoguang.

The massive gray-white elephant let out a sharp, agonized roar; its thick, lengthy trunk surged violently, spewing a torrent of scalding water that extinguished and blasted away the lava clinging to its body.

Continuous explosions rang through the heavens as shattered, crumbling skyships tumbled down and were swallowed by heavy waves. The dying screams reached the ears of the stunned chìrú below, filling them with sudden exhilaration and joy.

The forest was very dark, with dense branches and leaves crisscrossing everywhere, making it thick enough to barely shield against the rain without immediately soaking clothes.

“Cough… cough…” Xi Chen coughed a few times, a look of embarrassment suddenly appearing on his cold, elegant face.

“Hey!” After asking and getting no response from Kuang Zhan Tianxia, Jiang Feng shoved him.

“It’s… fine, maybe I’m just heartless?” Li Wei let out a forced laugh—this wasn’t something to joke about. He looked at himself: he was still wearing the tattered clothes from the Battle of the Ruined Duke, battered and broken as before.

Liu Genfu followed suit, saying he had no money either. Zuo Yunchang and the other two didn’t want to cover the payment either; seeing these two lead the refusal, they too listed a string of hardships. The organization’s committee member, Li Qiuna, said that covering the advance had already thrown her household into chaos—her husband nearly divorced her—and if she had to pay again, her marriage might not survive.

"Alright, now that’s settled—let’s keep moving. Target: Level Five of the Wandering Dead Mine. Work hard for the guild’s reputation!" Jiang Feng clenched his fist and swung it vigorously to vent his earlier suppression.

Bai Yong shook his head, not fully relieved, but still thanked him for the concern.

“If I could master this control ability, I wouldn’t need to endlessly send people flying into the sky—just one time, and they’d land as corpses!” Mo Feng hid behind distant trees, watching the giant not pursue; shock and delight surged through him simultaneously.

Gui Yan Ye had clearly been through something—her wariness was even heavier than Xiyuan Shi’s; this wasn’t hard to understand, since she seemed to be the one betrayed in every sense.

He prepared to go over and grope Hai Mimi’s chest to vent his anger, but was suddenly thrown back by an invisible force. Yun Mu was stunned, tried again several times, and encountered something supernatural.

This was a policy of strengthening the trunk and weakening the branches; by the end of the Five Dynasties, regional warlords had lost the power to challenge the central authority, laying a solid foundation for the Song Dynasty’s founding and the conquest of rival states.

“And you? As His Majesty’s favorite, don’t you have a single good strategy for Chongzhou?” Fu Yanqing returned to the topic.

After a long while, Liu Piaopiao and Su Tang, both panting and cheeks flushed, finally stopped fighting and made peace; their clothes were all disheveled.

The stone tablet inside was far from the barrier, its design identical to the one in the first trial.

On the contrary, he felt deep shame for bringing Kabu here and nearly getting Du Lei killed.

In two years, Magellan will regret it even more—he nearly ended a Four Emperor pirate crew.

Wang Yuan gu lay on his bed, a damp towel pressed to his forehead, his gray-white temples and beard showing clear signs of age.

Mo Sheng asked Su Long whether to ascend into the Heavenly Keep to watch the five demonic armies’ battle, or to wait on the mountain slope among the buildings.

Soil, stone—nothing could stop the Taiji Diagram; only this chain, lodged in its center, remained untouched, leaving not a single mark.

And at some unknown moment, a black, matte wolf-tooth dagger appeared before his hand.

At this moment, Li Hongyan felt he had made the right decision in partnering with Shen Ping; since he planned to return home, he naturally wanted to understand China’s internet landscape—he’d heard of URL navigation and T, whose reputation was beginning to surge domestically, and never expected Shen Ping had connections in this area.

The stock market battle had been won; now, the urgent task was to rapidly withdraw funds, stabilize the market, and remove the capital used in the battle.

“Really, I’m fine… don’t look at me like that, I’m really not…” One moment she was protesting, the next her lips and voice were swallowed whole by someone’s mouth.

But before the Emperor could speak, he saw Gu Yange’s carriage—with her swollen belly. He froze, stunned. Then he looked at Xiao Yongye, silently thinking: Brother, you’re really impressive.

The next day’s hunt: Xie Junrui’s health had improved somewhat; early in the morning, he paraded with Jiang Xingyu by Chenghu Lake. The noble youths thoroughly teased him again, and Gu Yange knew—and was thoroughly pleased.

The beauty sat down calmly on the sofa beside Enleike, sipping her wine gently while watching him.

Zhu Lingxi turned to see Wang Wu and Li Si gazing at her pitifully; she quickly pulled the three forward, stomped lightly, and a crack instantly opened in the ground. She tossed them in, and the crack sealed shut. Then she sneered at Pojun.

The imperial clan had their own plans; Master Xie was left to cool off. Gu Yange extended her hand, gazing at her fingers—slender as spring bamboo, seemingly too delicate to hold even a needle.

“You two are quite romantic,” Sister Li said to Yun Meng Feixiang with a teasing wink and a hint of jealousy.