Chapter 154: Visitors from Lingjiu Palace

The distant sun had just risen over the horizon, and Milan City was like one just waking from a dream; the bustle from Ye Yin Zhu's last visit had not yet emerged, and there were still very few people on the streets.

First she covered the charcoal fire in the room, then tidied the combs, mirrors, and other things the other maids had tossed about, carefully swept and cleaned the room, and only then went to the dining area. By then the others had long since finished eating and dispersed; the wooden rice bucket was still there, and on the other side a jumble of bowls and chopsticks was piled up.

"Rumble rumble ~~~" Instantly, frenzied earth-attribute elements gathered, and a great mass of boulders amassed behind Linley, sealing the passage completely in a flash. As Linley flew at extreme speed through the passage, more and more rock continuously appeared behind him.

"Good heavens, are you even a noble? Have you ever taken an etiquette class?" Constantine could not help but ask with a bitter smile.

"I've always been here; whether others recognize me or notice me is their business," she said, raising her head and giving Qin Shisanlang a slight smile as well.

These holy knights all belonged to the lowest rank of clergy in the Church; ordinarily they had never even seen Xuan Yue, let alone the fact that Xuan Yue was now wearing only an ordinary pale blue long dress.

Although the Empire's main assault brigade showed no real signs of collapse, if things continued to develop this way, once the two federal divisions sent to reinforce arrived and closed the net on the southern border, the victory would be decided.

"However, Boss Lu, forgive my bluntness, but here… is not like other places. When undergoing tribulation here, the intensity of the lightning will be many times that of other places!" Lei Fengming said, glancing at the lightning avatar standing tall to one side.

When Ah Dai ran back to the place where the man in white had collapsed, that man in white was actually gone, and even the broadsword that had been thrust into the ground had vanished along with him. Ah Dai stood dumbly on the spot, at a loss.

Since the old man had now thrown the people of the Zhan family to Lu Shi's side again, it proved that the Zhan family's relationship with the old man was indeed no shallow one. Lu Shi also took it slightly to heart.

The threat in his gaze could be clearly perceived by the gamblers; they could not help but weigh it in their hearts and gave up this unrealistic plan.

Xiao Feng felt a warm surge in his heart upon hearing this. He first apologized to Yang Yufeng, then explained the reason for his return.

Speaking of the matter of the grain shop shopkeeper and the oil shop shopkeeper fighting, next door there was one who sold oil cheaply, and no one bought his oil. Their fight was not really because of the oil, although the grain shop shopkeeper hated the oil shop shopkeeper for selling oil so cheaply.

Everyone watched in terror the delicate figure strolling through the sea of fire, but only Ye Chen stood with arms folded across his chest, watching everything before him with a calm face, which made Moon God and the others feel as if they had glimpsed a hope of survival.

The sharp tone in those words was something Zhang Rang, standing to one side, could fully make out. Delighted in his heart, he did not show the slightest trace of it on his face; Zhang Rang's expression did not change in the slightest. Instead, it was Jian Shuo who revealed a smile, but after a glare from Zhang Rang he quickly lowered his head to hide it.

Jia Xu reached out, picked up the pigeon message, spread it open, read it carefully once, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Therefore, Fang Yi refined this black medicinal pill. It was a prescription Fang Yi had seen in an ancient text; in fact it was also a kind of poison, called the Heart-Crushing Pill. Once it took effect, without an antidote, the pain would be enough to make one wish for death.

Relief appeared on the faces of all the disciples of Heaven's Forging City. This battle was finally over; they had all suffered no light injuries, and at last they no longer had to accompany these four freaks in hunting down such a vicious criminal.

"What a pity we can't see his face." Gazing at the figure standing suspended in the air, another beauty said, wrinkling her delicate nose. This person must be quite handsome, right?

"If you feel so sorry for Qing'er, just pull her straight into your manor to keep you company." Kang Wan finished speaking and smiled as she watched Lan Ting's reaction.

Moon Soul was observing her surroundings in a corridor when suddenly a boy blocked her path—about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in brocade and rich garments; from the look of him he must be the young master of some elder of the Linglan Family.

After approaching the Death Fog, the assault captain quickly ordered his griffin beneath him to gain altitude, and at the same time took out a strange-looking object and hurled it downward. The other assault squad members followed suit, simultaneously pulling things from their packs and tossing them down into the Death Fog below.

Mu Yunqing took many arrows from the wooden cabin, along with some thick hemp rope, and naturally a bow as well. The hemp rope was for making traps, and the bow and arrows were naturally for hunting some large animals. Today was the first day of spring, and Mu Yunqing had brought more arrows than usual, wanting to take down a few more prey.

Even Zheng Changsheng found it strange himself—when he saw the number, he was not the least bit excited. He merely let out a long breath, sat in a daze for a while, and only then reached out his hand toward Sun Junshan, whose eyes were brimming with tears.

"Zhang Shaoyu? You—you're not in Changsha? How did you end up in Mianyang?" After a good while, Bai Yang asked in puzzlement. Zhang Shaoyu, hearing this, frowned—Bai Yang wasn't in Chengdu?

Brocade Flower City was in an uproar for a full seven or eight days. Even though half of the courtesans had to entertain the subordinates of Qinghua Xiang at cost price without being able to extort them ruthlessly, Lord Wei still made a fortune.

She just looked at Moon Soul like that. At times she truly doubted whether her own judgment was correct; Song Ran now found it very hard to connect the chunks of corpses strewn across the ground with Shi Zifeng.

The one speaking was precisely Zuo Xuanhuang's son, the young master of the Muxin Sect, Mikong. Zuo Xuanhuang did not stop Mikong, merely acting as if he had not heard—he meant to give the Linglan Family a show of force.

Zheng Changsheng, who had been staring at the arena like a statue, finally showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. He had discovered something of great value—he had caught the launching point of his opponent's attack.

Chen Yu also quite agreed with this point. The changes in him during this period, when all was said and done, were nothing more than the basketball system altering his talent.

A black shadow then appeared, cloaked in a black robe, radiating an aura of ghostly evil—it was none other than the Old Ghost King of the Ghost Realm.

"I have another set; help me consider which looks better." Chu Chu said this and went to change into the other set.

Therefore, Chen Yu was quite envious of such a 7-point score, and in his heart he wanted to get such a 7-point score in hand.

Zhao Bufan had an extraordinary appearance, and was dressed in a white ermine robe, with long hair flowing over his shoulders, elegant and dashing. He could tell that the other's cultivation aptitude was extraordinarily poor, yet such aptitude could still live here—clearly either an important disciple of a great clan or someone from the inner peak.

The two set off one behind the other toward the designated location. Upon entering the Ice and Snow Mountain Range, each dynasty had received a map and had long since circled out a region and designated it as the rendezvous point for their own people. No sooner had they left than someone arrived in pursuit, sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air.