Chapter 203: Holy War (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Entering the Spirit Eagle Palace, he wandered about and saw that it was an ancient palace from an unknown era, not built by Tong Lao or Xiao Yaozi.

Heading toward the rear of the palace, a passage led to stone caves filled with murals—objects centuries or even millennia old, left behind by the former owner.

The walls also recorded some martial arts methods, all highly unusual; some even related to the Life-and-Death Mark, likely the origin of Tong Lao’s Life-and-Death Mark, along with other techniques.

Even when confronted with his probing, he unhesitatingly admitted he knew the whereabouts of Master Faxian’s disciple and used it to blackmail him.

Chen Chang had only come along to tag along; he never expected to bring back anything worthwhile.

I felt the thickness of this wallet—it’s genuinely thick now. Far from just a few hundred yuan; this made me even more suspicious.

Dozens of these big shots gathered together—this scene wasn’t just rare for the Chen Shenshen Mathematics Prize ceremony; even the Fields Medal ceremony didn’t see such a gathering every year.

It wasn’t entirely self-inflicted, since the people of Scale City didn’t know the Sky-Blocking Umbrella would attract such a powerful beast; as the most common camping plant, the Sky-Blocking Umbrella was revered by hunters and warriors, so Scale City planting it made sense.

Those invited were mostly domestic journalists, film critics, and theater screening officers.

Everyone turned to see it was Lady Tao Yao, previously demoted; she leapt from her carriage, lifted her skirt, and rushed toward the monarch.

“I heard you’re developing a new chemical drug to treat rare anemia?” Lucy asked as she walked.

Gu Yu glanced curiously at her, lips slightly curved, her clear eyes filled with a wry smile and confusion.

“Elder Sister Eleven, what are you thinking about? Why didn’t you answer me?” Seeing her lost in thought, Gu Chongzhi tugged her sleeve again.

Yesterday, Cardinikola’s group bought a lot of ingredients; tonight they could cook another big meal.

But the gate guards looked terrifying, and Jiang Fu’s clothes and shoes were so tattered they were beyond recognition; the guards wouldn’t let him climb the steps, treating him like a madman, so Jiang Fu waited daily, hoping the Princess Jielan would emerge from the Left Virtuous Prince’s mansion.

“Take another sword from me!” A roar rang out; ahead, Xue Hanfeng raised his ice sword and slashed down violently from above.

Lang Qige nodded, impressed that Tuoba Jie was a man of deep loyalty and righteousness, and ceased his persuasion, returning with Tuoba Jie to the Donghu tribe.

Coincidentally, during the emperor’s sacrificial rites, Grand Sacrificer Zhang Qing revealed to the emperor the substitution scheme involving Princess Jielan, embellishing it by claiming it was planned by Prince Jiang and his wife, who had sent a fake Princess Jielan to the Chanyu; the Chanyu, enraged, vowed to launch an army against Han.

“But even if you want to learn martial arts, shouldn’t you find a better master? Ye Haochuan’s character is utterly rotten—aren’t you afraid he’ll corrupt Shu Qing?” Wang Yan couldn’t help saying.

With a thought, the force wall surrounding these people and the giant turtle pet dissolved into a surge of wind and waves, crashing outward in all directions.

Unless Lu Yu had keen observation and focused attention from the side, it would have been nearly impossible to detect.

Later, he gradually unblocked fourteen and twenty-nine acupoints; as the meridians and acupoints expanded and strengthened, the total amount of internal qi they could hold kept increasing.

A wind whistle sounded; Lin Yi pierced through several giant trees, shot forward, and appeared before the masked man.

Unless completely enraged, it might briefly lose control and fly out to kill a few before rushing back.

The foremost green-clad warrior didn’t pause; his left hand tensed in preparation, his right fist delivered a simple yet brutally powerful straight punch. Facing the mere D-class Qihuo soldiers, he had no need for fancy tricks—this overwhelming, crushing style was perfect.