Chapter 91

90. Amidst the vast Fengdu, layer upon layer of Diamond Mountains (4K, 2/2)

Did Chu Qinghan deliberately use this trick to lure Ye Jinmu into staying by his side, so he could have the advantage of proximity?

“I just want peace in the world, to go home and keep my wife company.” The soldier spoke coarsely, but Liao Xi felt no aversion.

“Xuanyuan Clan, today I come to provoke you—what does it have to do with you, Xuanyuan Clan? You may be powerful, but the Spirits of the Furious Sea are no weaklings!” The Spirits of the Furious Sea answered Xuanyuan Hewu’s commanding tone directly.

One by one, the others awoke; Yililian informed them their destination had changed to Xingshan Sect, explaining it was to save Yang Xu—they all agreed without objection.

Dispatch the Tyrant of Consumption to infiltrate the Divine and Demon Black Market early, then use a chain of meals during the Golden Wheel Treasure Trade to secretly drug the competing merchants.

“Hey, An Lüe, how did you end up taking such a crazy old Taoist as your Master?” Shao Yan stepped out of Shangfeng Palace, gazing at the faint blue smoke curling behind him, and complained to An Lüe.

Dong Zhuo tossed aside his sword, stained with blood, and let out a long, piercing cry—he would make Ran Min pay. At that moment, Ran Min was running naked outside, clutching a pile of clothes; Dong Zhuo’s servants, seeing him, couldn’t help but marvel: General Ran Min is truly formidable.

The bodyguards beamed—apparently the shooting glasses were highly effective; even if they still didn’t know how to repel it, at least they now had a way to suppress it.

“Sitting in the office too long means you need to step out and get some air,” Peng Haoming said, clearly teasing.

It’s like a cultivator with True Qi facing a group of Body Strengthening cultivators—complete, cross-level domination.

“Yes, whatever you desire, I will give you.” Seeing Karl Baru seemed tempted, the Emperor seized the moment, his brow radiating pride—he was the Emperor; what could he not provide?

“Sister Lianzi, are you alright?” Xing Fuchen finally came to his senses, snatched the flower cup from her hand and placed it on the table, then grabbed her burned hand—where the skin was already swollen and red.

“No, Mr. Xiao Lin, I have absolute control over Patchwick and Tadius.” Dr. Conners held a Soul Pearl of the Dead—a fusion of modern and Catastrophe Technology, creating a being even stronger than the original.

Right now, I’m only waiting for two things: one, for the broadcast and news to take effect; the other, for Director Tian’s furious outburst. In the traffic command center’s hall, countless computer screens displayed real-time footage from nearly every surveillance camera installed across D City.

“Sister Rongrong, you’re finally here! We were all frantic!” A man with a flat top hurried over and said.

“Elder, do you know what can enable someone to shatter the void and depart?” Hua Ming asked.

Of course, all the answers were wrong—the exact measurements? Hmm, guessing one or even two might be possible, but guessing all three? That’s harder than winning a five-million prize.

When everyone heard this, sudden clarity flashed in their minds—as if a new world’s door had been flung open.

Wang Jianguo’s gaze began to avoid mine; I exchanged a glance with Xu Nuo, who nodded, stepped forward, and took over the conversation.

The moment this thought surfaced, her face turned pale; she stared wide-eyed through the furniture store’s floor-to-ceiling window at the tall, upright man inside—and the more she looked, the heavier her heart grew.

“It’s not up to me.” He understood her meaning—compared to before, his current position was indeed far too low.

Afraid she would leave again, afraid she would hate him for his bloodstained hands, and afraid… she loved Xiao Xiao more than she loved him.

“Heaven? Could it be Tianshan? Lingjiao Palace?” Yu Ke knew the cruelty and methods of Lingjiao Palace.

With that, Gu Yan didn’t even look at Ke Huai’s expression—he walked into Fengguang’s tent.

Upon hearing Xiao Yunqi’s next words, Sheng Ruosi’s first reaction was… the sun must have risen in the west.

“Young Master Gu, are you looking for our boss?” A server, spotting him, blushed slightly and stepped forward to ask.

Taibai Jinxing now goes to the academy—he’s essentially risking his life daily; just a few days ago, the Heavenly Emperor personally praised his tenacious spirit.

Baka and Nilo had been following Feng Yifeng for many days and had come to London several times; they knew those living here were their boss’s relatives—but their old professional habits were hard to break.

A low voice, yet not gloomy, carrying a subtle liveliness beneath its depth—perfectly replicating Hezi’s tone.

Lin Nuannuan’s right hand unconsciously traced the car door panel—the soft, genuine leather felt pleasant to the touch.

After being beaten, Yan Zhengxi sobered up a bit; he staggered to his feet, barely steady before lunging at Qi Ranjun—the two began trading punches and kicks; onlookers erupted into cheers and shouts, the noise swelling.

This time, no one could find an excuse—this matter was not just a mystery haunting the border civilians of Tianlan and Canglan, but also a puzzle troubling many soldiers of both nations.

“Duo Fu! Duo Fu!” Leng Xianning cried out frantically. Duo Fu was Baili Yanxi’s personal eunuch—if Yanxi were here, so would he be. Why, after calling so many times, was there no reply?

Suddenly, she felt this scene was eerily familiar—once, she too had followed a man, and uncovered a truth she could not accept.

Once she completes her mission, she’ll begin. As long as she finishes it calmly, she won’t have to fear vanishing into the rifts of time, never seeing him again.

But this boy was merely a Zhuo Martial Rank—clearly not from any wealthy clan; how could he afford to hire a renowned continent-wide weaponsmith to forge a weapon? He probably stole or conned it from somewhere.

“It’s not that my willpower is weak—it’s that your allure is too strong.” Ling Mo spoke, then swept the woman up into his arms and strode straight toward the bathroom.

Gu Tianlang urged his teacher to rest, but no matter what he said, she refused to leave, steadfastly guarding Xiao Wu’s bedside.